Lonely H: Don’t Let the Cheesy Band Photos Fool You
Greg Lehman – Ah yes, “the lonely h!” The meaning of this great young band’s name came to me as if I had suddenly figured out the puzzle on a Ranier stubby bottle cap.
Greg Lehman – Ah yes, “the lonely h!” The meaning of this great young band’s name came to me as if I had suddenly figured out the puzzle on a Ranier stubby bottle cap.
August Hanson – My first time out to see Pela in Seattle, they didn’t make it. The lead singer fell off the stage during a performance in Chicago and sliced a tendon in his hand.
Dan Lurie – Fantasies can come in all shapes and sizes, and in some cases, ages. While young men across this great nation might claim that Kathy Ireland was their first obsession, they would be lying. Everyone knows that, when it comes to cream dreams for Generation X’ers, the ultimate provider was none other than Rue McClanahan, a.k.a. Blanche Devereaux, a.k.a. the Golden Girl who mounted more men than Evel Kenievel mounted motorbikes.
Adam Grant – Dear Seattle, Not long after moving back from New York City, I was fortunate enough to see some of Seattle’s best bands at the Georgetown Music Festival. Unfortunately, I also had to face the fact that this city has not matured past its love of what I would call ‘dick-rock.’
Aaron Burkhalter – I’m about 15, walking down the artificially lit hallways of Nathan Hale High School in Seattle. No doubt I’m cradling some varied ratio of recently fired bowls from my pottery class and wet black-and-white photos wrapped in paper towels from my photography class.