Thursday, March 19, 2020

the other side

Corvus & Co.

a morning walk

I took a quick walk around the neighborhood early on a chilly morning. I was out of coffee beans--a near-tragedy in this caffeinated burg. So many bars and restaurants are boarded up now--Quinn's, the Comet/Lost Lake Complex, Capitol Club. Which I assume means they won't be returning anytime soon.


A man and woman tried vainly to rouse the sleeping person on the stoop of the postal shop on Pike and 12th. Dog walkers hurried by. A properly-spaced line of patrons awaited entry into Amandine Bakeshop. At Pine and 12th, a cheery reminder. We still have tacos (carry out, of course).
Me, I'm home and working, with the luscious tunes on WWOZ keeping me company.

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

the show goes on

I"m happy to report that it hasn't taken musicians and artists long to figure out a way to share their performances on livestream. It means the world to me, as a dedicated fan of live shows, and I suspect we're only just getting started.
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Saturday evening the Seattle Symphony broadcast a Mahler symphony. Normally I wouldn't know one classical piece from another, but this was a real treat: professional musicians playing with strength and beauty. (I was relieved that it was only an hour, though.)
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Monday I checked out the Metropolitan Opera's broadcast of Carmen. You have to use their app and I couldn't get my subtitles to work but it was also lovely.
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Tuesday night was burlesque performer Trixie Paprika reading of a Sherlock Holmes tale for Noveltease Theatre. Not really my thing, I discovered, but I appreciated the coy energy.
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Tonight I had the pleasure of watching the Monty Banks Trio perform at Buffa's, live in the back room, in New Orleans. I'd tuned in for my all-time favorite Treme Brass Band but they had a sick band member and so Monty Banks it was. The patter, the jazz, the porkpie hats--I felt almost as though I were in a tiny little club in one of my favorite cities in the world. There are shows all week and a tipjar right on the page. Laissez les bon temps roulez...online.


ghost town




Tuesday, March 17, 2020

city market for the win

Sláinte, wherever you are today.


the things we say

The things we are having to say to each other are unthinkable.
Some funny, some verging on the really scary.
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With my significant other, wondering if and when there's a curfew or complete shutdown of the city, whose place we want to be stranded at.
Whose turn is it to stand in line at the grocery store.
Is this cough seasonal allergies or something worse.
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We have family members who are medical professionals, transit management, law enforcement, and in the armed services. They don't get to work from home. They're the ones keeping society in the US and Canada afloat right now. I'm fine on my couch, but I worry for them.
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And we have a family member with a less than robust immune system, realizing belatedly they don't own a thermometer, there are none left in the stores, and getting tested is probably not a possibility in the near future.