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Saturday, March 22, 2003  

Late Night Moments, pt.1



Went to a great show last night at the Crocodile Cafe: Decemberists (who I really enjoyed), The Vells, and Iron and Wine (a new fave). The first two bands were pretty high energy. The bar was packed. Snappy drums and loud guitar riffs, spilling beer, and the requisite crowd of young urban hipsters (everyone else, I mean...) comprised the carefree mood of a Friday night in the Soggy City.

Shortly after midnight, Sam Beam and Co. (of Iron and Wine) took the stage. At the first hint of guitar, an audible hush fell over the audience, and just like that, the night was transformed. No longer were we pale and cold Northwesterners, taking shelter from the rain and the workweek and the war. We were in a different place at a different time; somewhere softer and purer and more gentle-like. Faces were upturned, closed-eyed, and smiling...as if taking in the sun.

Of course, this only lasted through the first two songs or so, because the good stuff is always ephemeral, and the audience soon retained its buzz. But I've bookmarked this page in my memory. I may need it someday.

Word of the day: prolix (PROH-liks), adj. wordy and tiresome, long-winded and boring, verbose. ("The Soggy Blogger has written a prolix account of a moment that could be more economically described as 'bitchin'.'")

posted by Anne on 12:58 PM | link


Friday, March 21, 2003  

Word has it Monica Lewinski will soon have her own reality show. It is to be of the "Bachelorette" genre, but with a twist. During the wooing stage, all potential male partners will wear masks or hoods over their faces -- thus concealing their physical identity.

Yes, it's true.

Now, far be it from me to quibble, but masks and hoods? How is this considered "reality"? Let's just call it a game show and be done with it. And not even a very good game show. I'll take Gene Rayburn and the inebriated gang in Match Game PM (or, as my husband and I call it, "Guess What Drunk Quasi-Celebrities Will Say") anyday. Good ol' Gene must be rolling in his grave.

Word of the day: imbroglio (im-BROHL-yoh), n. a complicated or intricate situation; a difficult, perplexing state of affairs; also, a misunderstanding or disagreement of a complicated and confusing nature. ("See how the Soggy Blogger deftly circumnavigates the political imbroglio unravelling in the Middle East with her fascinating Monica Lewinski story.")

posted by Anne on 6:50 PM | link


Thursday, March 20, 2003  

For any other Soggy City bloggers out there: One of my favorite new bands, Iron and Wine, is playing at the Crocodile Cafe tomorrow (Friday) night. Tickets are $8-10. Highly recommended.

posted by Anne on 1:57 PM | link
 

Hello, War. Hello, Kitty...



On days like today, I feel that I am given a choice: Option One is watching MSNBC; reading that scrolling ticker-thing and listening to war pundits until my eyes roll back my head and I want to cry. Option Two is retreating back into my own happy, imaginary world; where a sassy little kitten band from northern England will entertain me with their own unique renditions of Destiny's Child songs.

Though it feels irresponsible, sometimes I have to choose Option Two.

Word of the Day: insouciance (in-SOO-see-ints), n. lighthearted indifference, nonchalance, a carefree lack of concern. ("The Soggy Blogger appreciates the insouciance displayed by the happy sassy kitten band, particularly the xylophone player.")

posted by Anne on 11:29 AM | link


Wednesday, March 19, 2003  

Oh, Canada...



One of the great things about living in the Soggy City is its proximity to Canada. I have only been there a few times, so I can't claim to be an expert, but I do know that many good things come from Canada. Sarah McLachlan is from Canada, as are Barenaked Ladies. "Anne of Green Gables" is a Canadian, and let's not forget those Olympic pair figure skaters with the winning smiles and irrepressable charm. (What are their names, again?) And if you want some kick-ass pure maple syrup at a fabulous exchange rate, Canada's your place. You can even get Codeine over the counter there.

Granted, certain things about Canada are unsettling; like the blinking green traffic light (huh?), dollar denominations of coin with funny names like "loonie" and "toonie," and strange food* served even at Canadian McDonald's. But, all in all, it seems like a pretty great country. At times like this, with the future of our own country so uncertain, it's good to know it's up there.

*Word of the day: pou-tine, n. a French-Canadian dish of french fries and cheese curds topped with gravy or other sauce. ("Yes, the Soggy Blogger would like to supersize that order of poutine, thank you!")

posted by Anne on 1:41 PM | link


Tuesday, March 18, 2003  

Sex and candy...



Conversation with a five year old eating Skittles:

Me: "Whatchya eating?"

Him: "Skittles...they're like M&M's, but not."

Me: "How so?"

Him: "They're fruity, and not chocolate, and they don't have M's on them, they have S's."

Me: "Oh."

Him: "They should call them 'S&Ms', don't you think?"

It's in moments like this that I can honestly say that I love my job...

posted by Anne on 7:48 PM | link
 

Also, Oslo...


I have recently been turned on to the music of Sondre Lerche, a young singer/songwriter from Norway. (a country that is turning out a number of fine musicians lately...) From what I can tell, he is only nineteen years old, and he appears to have acquired a great deal of popularity throughout Europe in a relatively small amount of time. It's hard to describe his music -- vocally driven, melodic, sweet. But I like it. I think. Almost a "Rufus Wainwright light." He also seems to be quite popular with the ladies. Unfortunately, I found out about him only a few days after he played a show here in Seattle, so I missed it and am unable to verify that rumor personally. I can't tell whether he is actually going somewhere with his music (he appears to have the talent), or if he is just a flash in the proverbial pan. A Norwegian Fiona Apple. I wish I could fast-forward a few years and find out, as I am quite curious about him. Though not in thatway....

Another new Norwegian favorite is the band Kings of Convenience. My friend, Schmacky, calls them "the closest thing to a new Simon and Garfunkel that's come along in ages," and I agree. Don't hate them because they have a song in a cell phone commercial. (the one with the bus and the buffalo herd.) Their CD, "Quiet is the New Loud," is never far from my CD player.

I don't know...between Kings of Convenience, Sondre Lerche, and Royksopp (who I am also beginning to like), I may have to plan a trip to Oslo. There seems to be something in the water.

Word of the day: se-tose. adj. covered with satae or bristles; bristly. ("The Soggy Blogger went positively setose as she discovered the setose leftovers in the back of the fridge.")

posted by Anne on 6:57 PM | link


Monday, March 17, 2003  

Hello, my name is...


Welcome to The Soggy Blogger. My name is Anne, and I'm writing from Seattle (hence the sogginess), where I work and play and generally just...live. This is my first foray into the weblog community, and I'm really not sure what to expect. I know my site doesn't look like much yet, but I am teaching myself HTML as I go, so be patient with me. If anyone has any advice for a newbie, I'd love to hear it.


Word of the day: dough-ty. courageous and resolute; valiant. ("The Soggy Blogger finds it difficult to be doughty as her country continues its descent down the toilet.")

posted by Anne on 11:24 PM | link
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