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pride parade viewers at the big popsicle
(A relatively long edition this time, bear with.)
oh, NOW they get customers.
from sightline.org
street food vendor, 1930s, singapore; from the-inncrowd.com
There sure were a lot of people at the West Seattle Street Fair on an early Friday evening.
The ol’ Junction particularly teemed with kids. At times you couldn’t make your way down California Ave. without scrambling between traffic jams of double-wide plastic strollers.
Chris Ballew’s “Casper Babypants” act had a perfect captive audience.
On the main stage, Leslie Beattie, Kurt Bloch, and Mike Musburger (with the unseen-here Jim Sangster) in Thee Sgt. Major III warmed up an already warm audience with a rousing set. But the highlight of the night was yet to come.
Yes. For the first time in more than a decade, Bloch, Kim Warnick, Lulu Gargiulo, and Musburger were to perform a full set of their intense, brutally joyous (or is it joyously brutal?) power pop.
The street and the adjoining fenced-off beer garden were crammed with geezers like me who remembered the Fastbacks’ 1979-2001 reign. The street also had dozens who had not been yet born during that time. All were treated to one of the most electrifying, frenetic, and all-out rockin’ hours seen anywhere, at any time, by anyone.
If you ever saw the Fastbacks before, you know what I’m talking about. Even if you only heard them on record, you can imagine how great they were this night. All the great Bloch riffs. All the tomboyish Warnick/Gargiulo vocals, singing with gleeful passion about stuff you might not imagine could be portrayed that way (loneliness, depression, frustration).
…Recessions aren’t permanent, but land use often is. If we allow developers to build ground-floor housing instead of retail space now, those apartments won’t magically be converted to coffee shops, hair salons, and restaurants once the economy turns around. They will be, for all intents and purposes, permanent residential spaces. And street-level land use matters. Pedestrians gravitate toward streets that are activated by bars, shops, and restaurants; in contrast, they tend to avoid sidewalks that run alongside apartment buildings and other non-public spaces like fenced-off parking lots.
…Recessions aren’t permanent, but land use often is. If we allow developers to build ground-floor housing instead of retail space now, those apartments won’t magically be converted to coffee shops, hair salons, and restaurants once the economy turns around. They will be, for all intents and purposes, permanent residential spaces.
And street-level land use matters. Pedestrians gravitate toward streets that are activated by bars, shops, and restaurants; in contrast, they tend to avoid sidewalks that run alongside apartment buildings and other non-public spaces like fenced-off parking lots.
This holiday, as I do on this holiday every year, I sing our nation’s song the way it was originally meant to be sung.
Which is to say, as an ode to the eternal, worldwide, ‪joys of drinking and screwing‬â€.
And if you like your poetic homages to the grape mixed in with a little faux-Terry Gilliam animation, try this version.
(Slow news day edition.)
Boeing is still paying for abandoning its once-successful strategy of long-term investments in innovative, groundbreaking products like the 747 jumbo jet in service of short-term profits meant to goose its quarterly earnings.