I realised that I’ve been remiss in writing. It goes to show how much I’ve been in love with Seattle and actually doing things.

Since moving here, it’s been a steady stream of films, concerts, and restaurants.

We are truly blessed and thankful to have a home here.

Photographs will follow from the last few months. I just wanted to post something for myself and as a kick in the arse to get back to blogging.

Seeya on the flip side πŸ˜‰
– GermanCityHappyGirl

Currently watching Planet Earth.Β  It’s stunning and David Attenborough rules.

Meal: Multigrain bread with strawberry jam and sunflower butter.

Cat Bamboo


Last night was the final DMB show at the Gorge. We never actually caught O.A.R. from the beginning of their song set but they ended with a cover of “Sunday Bloody Sunday” which was pretty good. If I had the means to do it …

I’d take our N1 seats with N3 set-list. Sad to say our final night at the Gorge was overrun with chain smoking asshats who couldn’t go more than one song without lighting up. Oh well, here’s the set-list courtesy of the same folks, thanks guys. Thanks for giving me a hacking cough as I drove home.

Granny* (Unreleased)
Typical Situation*
Grey Street*
Where Are You Going
The Idea Of You* (Unreleased)
Lie In Our Graves*
JTR* (Unreleased)
Dreaming Tree*
Last Stop*
Digging a Ditch*
Cant Stop (Unreleased)
Jimi Thing*
Tripping Billies*

Loving Wings* (Unreleased)
All Along The Watchtower*

Show Notes:
*Rashawn Ross on Trumpet

And I never bothered to sneak my camera in. GC convinced me it wasn’t worth the headache so I just shamelessly snagged this from online …

We decided to go home after the show to avoid any traffic and because I missed the comforts of my home. It was a quick three hours but I’m absolutely useless right now, tired from the drive + the entire 3 days of music. I’ll write more about the entire experience after I’ve awakened today.

Much, much later today.

Seeya on the flip side πŸ˜‰
– GermanCityUselessGirl

Currently watching Precious by DM. I love dancing to this song … πŸ™‚

Meal: Fillet of sole, pan-seared and oven-finished topped with slivered almonds served with a side of pasta + garlic. Pit-stop at 13 Coins before heading home, in case you were wondering. Had we gone straight home it would have been something like a bowl of Koala Crisp + milk.

Other than sleeping for a good portion of Saturday, it was a rather uneventful day. We ate our sandwiches and watched The Addams Family on HBO. I forgot that Harmony from the Sunnydaleverse was the girl scout pestering Wednesday about whether or not their lemonade was organic or not. Heh. Amusing.

We arrived at the Gorge and there was no room in preferred parking. We were sent to VIP parking instead. An even shorter walk and a hand stamp later, we hit the major logjam at the entrance check points. They were checking everything this time around, guys even had to shake out their hats and turn their pockets inside out … I’ll wager the ones carrying were having to find different places to hide their stashes.

On the steep descent down, we paused this time to take in the beauty of the Gorge at sunset before heading down to our seats. Nature on that large of a scale does make one feel oh-so-insignificant at times. Our seats were on a slant this night and waaaay off to the left. Our seats will be better tomorrow night since they are in the same place as Friday’s.

We caught the last few songs of O.A.R. again. DMB played for about 3 hours again and were visibly more energised than the Friday night show. Without further ado, here’s the set-list courtesy of some kind folks.

One Sweet World*
Crash Into Me
Seek Up*
Grace Is Gone
When The World Ends*
Shotgun* (Unreleased)
Don’t Drink the Water*
If I Had It All*
Dancing Nancies*
So Much To Say*
Too Much*
Break Free* (Unreleased)
Ants Marching*

Butterfly (Unreleased)
American Baby Intro*
Pantala Naga Pampa*

Show Notes:
*Rashawn Ross on Trumpet

I’m knackered from the night’s fun and walking. I need to develop a heartier constitution and upgrade my knees to something bionic. Add it to the list …

Currently listening to sound of my fingers striking the keys.

Meal: Chicken salad on flax bread with romaine + chips.

While GC was still asleep, I decided to venture out to find some cheaper gas but alas, I was forced to pay $3.19 per gallon after price-matching several competitors. Whew! I’m glad I don’t have to commute any more nor drive a gas inefficient vehicle. Before I swiped my card, the gas purchase on the pump was $65.00 … glad I don’t drive a SUfuckingV.

Exiting the hotel, something dawned on me that I neglected to mention on yesterday’s blog. If I had to judge a band by their fans, it’s nigh probable that I’d own any Dave in the collection. A few points came to mind about the demographic of his fan base. One was that they seem to wear the same uniform. I hadn’t noticed it really before but when you are with approximately 20K people and they all start to blend together … here’s what I mean.

Guys will wear Abercrombie & Fitch t-shirt (or something they perceive as pithy) with distressed jeans frayed at the cuffs, and flip-flops. Variations on this look include the well-worn cargo shorts that come to the knee, a baseball hat, or possibly no shirt at all. Tattoo options available on this model include bicep or shoulders, marked with some Celtic knotwork or Gaelic saying, some assortment of kanji, or everyone’s favourite – the heavy black tribal tatt that shows everyone just how alternative you are.

The girls are harder to pigeon-hole. Their uniform varies within a wider range of options but still on average, not a lot of individuality. Tank top over another tank top, low-rise jeans or frayed denim skirt, and flip-flops. Most common models of this variety sport the combo of the small-of-the-back tramp stamp tattoo to offset their visible whale tail g-string. And I won’t even mention the other fashion faux pas that occur.

Let me add here that I am far from fucking perfect but I know what works with my figure and what doesn’t. I refuse to subscribe to the belief that just because everyone else wears it, I should. I am just not a sheep, I suppose. Are all people lemmings? Is this why I have so few friends? Gah!

Second point, I only saw 9.5 Asians at this particular show (guess who was the 1/2?) … I didn’t go from person to person to person but as we walked along the sea of whiteness, I started to get that twinge that I do when I’m in the minority. Not like the scary one when your car breaks down in a sundown town like Vidor but that feeling of non-inclusion when I don’t see fellow ethnicities out and about. Where’s the diversity, people? Are there no people other than the Caucasian persuasion who love DMB?

All of this popped into my head because the grounds of the hotel are littered with the garbage of partying concert-goers. I guess it takes too much effort to throw away one’s case of empties. There are more than enough 20-30 somethings wandering around to last me the rest of my life. They congregate together, beers in hand, trying to achieve that perfect buzz to last them til they can get more beer (or smoke) at the show. Now, I’m not a fucking prude. I’ve done my fair share of things that I won’t elaborate but geez, enjoy some of the show by actually watching the show!

I’ve bitched enough. I need to awaken GC now. I’m sure he’d like to be awake enough to be hungry before tonight’s show without resorting to venue concessions.

Seeya on the flip side πŸ˜‰
– GermanCityGirl

Currently listening to the rumbling of the room’s air con.

Meal: None yet, though it’s looking like more sandwiches + chips today.

It was a good day and hopefully it will be the first of several while we are on our first holiday since relocating westward. We accomplished leaving Seattle in a timely fashion because we were up and on the road by 10:30. GC had about an hour of sleep so he’s a touch grouchy. We were able to take the express lanes to slingshot us past downtown thereby missing the traffic on our 3-hour drive heading to Moses Lake. We stopped for some lunch and continued on our way. It’s not bad for burgers though I still prefer our other burger vice.

It was weird to take such a long drive. I’m not used to it anymore since we moved here in April, this is the first time that we’ve taken a road trip of this length. It was fun though looking at the scenery driving by despite it getting warmer and less green …

For the record, ML reminds me of where I grew up and whew, not exactly where you’d want to vacation in the Lone Star state. What I mean to say is that you’d stop there to get gas and keep on keepin’ on. It’s a small town and while I don’t discriminate against those, let’s just say there were more pro-Shrubya bumper stickers and such on cars than I prefer. We arrived to the hotel early so our room was not ready. We small-talked with some out-of-town Warehousers about shows for about an hour until our room was ready.

I was a mite cranky checking into our less-than-stellar ADA room, but nothing could be done. Since the package was booked through the Warehouse and pretty much everything was sold out, we were stuck like Chuck. As I milled around the room, fuming in my way, Spike Lee’s new documentary was on to give me some perspective on how bad I might have thought the room was. I quickly shut the fuck up about it. I mean, how could I genuinely bitch about something as trivial as our room assignment when there are people still living like they do post-Katrina.

GC’s one and only experience with N.O. left him with no love for the city whatsoever. Our hotel was smack in the Quarter in a hotel that was rundown and unappealing. The drive there during a damn thunderstorm and random other assorted bad events just cemented that he never ever wanted to return. And despite seeing Depeche Mode live, the entire road trip made me question my fondness for the city.

I’m tangenting, I know. I had so many good memories of going there as a kid and as an adult. My father did his Naval Reserves there and sometimes my mother and I would accompany him. They are pleasant memories of those road trips down I-10. Me snuggled into the back seat of that old ’73 Impala with spare pillows, a stuffed animal or 3, and an Igloo for cold drinks. Sometimes we’d stop for seafood on the way or sometimes my father would just want to drive straight through, and all the while just wanting to get there! Going on spur-of-the-moment road trips with friends long since missing from my speed dial … all because we wanted to go some place, any place other than Houston … having chicory coffee + beignets with cigarette after cigarette trying to stave off that hangover. Just good times.

*shakes head from reverie* Okay, so yeah. After I tucked in the monkey for a nap, I nipped off to the local Safeway nearby. It thankfully supplied us with good food for our room so all is not lost. I surveyed the dining options and unless we take a chance on the Chinese cafe or Thai place by the Safeway, it’s dining in for the duration. There are the usual fast food places but we grimace at the thought of a McWhopper or a KFC fried chicken. Enough kvetching about the town or the room or the views! We didn’t visit for the scenery, now did we? So on with the show …

Our first Gorge show was pretty cool. The venue was about 30+ miles from our hotel so I made a pair of stellar sandwiches and off we went. We arrived around 7-ish and O.A.R. was already on stage. They are one of those groups that I’ve heard of but never heard them, so it was a pleasant surprise to enjoy them. I might check out some of their music online as well, just another group to research now πŸ˜‰

The venue reminds me of Red Rocks with a steep descent to the seats and a fantastic natural background behind the stage. It’s really breathtaking. I left my camera in the hotel room because I read no cameras. When we got there, no camera signs were everywhere … as we got closer to the lawn seating, I saw cameras everywhere. Gah! My trusted companion will be snuck in for one of the remaining shows. Not so I can take photos of the band or anything, I want to take photos of the Gorge itself.

DMB took the stage around 8-ish or so and played for about 3 hours? I didn’t keep that close of a watch on the time, only glancing down now and again. Here’s the set-list courtesy of a site I stumbled across, before I get any further.

Proudest Monkey*
Say Goodbye*
What Would You Say*
The Idea Of You* (Unreleased)
Big Eyed Fish*
Hunger For The Great Light*
Dream Girl*
Loving Wings* (Unreleased)
Stolen Away On 55th & 3rd*
Can’t Stop (Unreleased)
You Might Die Trying*
Louisiana Bayou*

Sister [Dave Solo] (Unreleased)
So Right*
Stay [Wasting Time]

Show Notes:
*Rashawn Ross on Trumpet

My random thoughts on the show?

– It was low-key with bursts of energy. I am sure a lot of hardcore DMB’ers will be disappointed with those choices but first of three gigs, I am holding out hope and know that I won’t be dissatisfied.

– Their version of Louisiana Bayou redeemed the earlier versions I heard previously live. It’s just not one of my favourites but I liked it tonight for some reason. I think it was the post-song noodling.

– LeRoi looks like a sleepy mole without his usual sunglasses. Standing beside Rashawn makes him look small in comparison … because Rashawn is one thick man.

– Rashawn’s t-shirt was a hip-hop couture nightmare. On the front, there was an image of the late Biggie Smalls wearing a diamond encrusted necklace with jewel encrusted cross. The necklace was attached to the shirt that Biggie was wearing.

– Before Dave began the encore song, he thanked the crowd for coming out to spend Friday night when all of them. He was then mumbling in his way about how it was getting down into snuggling weather. Dave’s quote: “No means no.” (pause) “And yes means ‘come the fuck on!'” – the funny being when he said ‘come the fuck on’, he said it rapidly like one might if struggling with the removal of clothing … naughty Dave πŸ˜‰

– Lastly, I’ll never understand the need for people to get phenomenally drunk at concerts. You can do that at home. From the comfort of your sofa, and just get tanked while watching a live concert DVD. But no, that would be too easy, wouldn’t it? People would rather get their concert tickets and spend 1/4 of the time walking back and forth between beer vendor + bathroom + seats. And don’t even get me started on the irresponsibility of what happens what said fucktard leaves the venue with their buzz on.

If you aren’t familiar with it, the process is as follows:

1. They muddle their way through the already tightly packed seats, stepping on people on their quest for more overpriced domestic beers.

2. They walk back to their seats, if they can find them at all.

3. They drink their beers quickly because it enhances the concert-going experience and dude, they were thirsty for something cold.

4. Soon after, they then have to go to the bathroom because the overpriced diuretic has taken affect.

5. Repeat #1 and then return to seat.

6. A while later, find that more beer is needed and repeat steps 1-4 again, ad nauseam or until the beer sales are stopped for the evening.

Now I’m not advocating that social drinking is bad, just social drinking to excess because you feel that is the only way to have fun. Maybe I should save this rant for another blog?


I’m tired of typing in this position. I think I’ll get back to watching telly (ah, such the treat), and wait for the Benadryl to kick it.

Seeya on the flip side πŸ˜‰
– GermanCityGirl

Currently watching a random episode of Family Guy

Meal: Smoked ham, roasted turkey breast, monterey jack cheese, and romaine lettuce on flax grain wheat bread + chips.

I saw this today in my online news reading, and yes, it’s not really news … just caught my eye. I know those shows were popular and part of some consciousness shared by my generation. Or some such b.s. like that. I just never thought those shows were any good. I mean, Cupid can’t find a home on DVD but that shite can? What-the-ever-living-fuck is wrong with the PTB?!?


Before I go and because I can, here’s the photo from when we met Piven in L.A. last year. He’s a charming, charming man with that edge of sarcastic that I crave. If you’ve not seen him as Ari Gold, remedy that posthaste.

Seeya on the flip side πŸ˜‰
– GermanCityCupid-LovingGirl

No music. No meal yet. Just trying to figure out if I’m going back to sleep.

My phone rang today right as I was about to tuck in for a nap. I’ve had this weird schedule where I wake up at fucking 07:30 or so, wide the hell awake and can’t figure out why I’m awake. After an extending morning internet meander + breakfast, I’m usually ready for a nap around 10:30 or so.

Technically, it was GC’s phone that rang first. I peeped the ID and saw the (707) area code. Since I didn’t feel like chatting up any of the Humboldt relatives, I figured I’d let the voice mail grab it. A few minutes later, my phone rings. It’s the same area code, I figure it has to be something important to have both our phones ringing … so I answer. It’s GC’s friend KP + entourage heading South, 70+ miles outside of Seattle.

With no nap for me, I gingerly awaken GC to give him this information. He groggily awakens after 4 hours of sleep and sure enough, while I’m taking my shower, the guys arrive. After some awkward driveway conversation, the four other people leave find a hotel room, leaving KP in our care. I’m just not a fan of strangers sleeping at my place and the invitation was extended for the person I knew, not person I knew + 4. I don’t think I was being a bitch about it. Or at least if I was, meh, they’ll get over it. I offered to find cheap accommodations but they said that they would suss it out.

I should motor. My hair is wet and lacking product to keep its usual high-pro glow. I’m wagering lunch is in order before we go to Scream. He’s gotten rather fuzzy as of late and does not want to be that way for PAX. I’m thinking that KP will just come with because I’m not doubling back in traffic …

Wow! Do I have a mouth on me today or what?! I need to shed the surly before being social. Bitchy, while a lovely colour on me, isn’t flattering on the host.

J’Γ©crirai plus tard, mes amis! Ciao!

Seeya on the flip side πŸ˜‰
– La fille allemande de ville.

Currently listening to Nouvelle Vague. I crave their latest CD! Gah.

Meal: It’s beginning to look a lot like curry. Don’t ask, for some reason that tune popped into my head when I was typing despite the Depeche Mode cover that’s playing …

Me – sleep = punchy.