From: owner-edheads-digest@efohio.com (edheads-digest) To: edheads-digest@smoe.org Subject: edheads-digest V2 #178 Reply-To: edheads@efohio.com Sender: owner-edheads-digest@efohio.com Errors-To: owner-edheads-digest@efohio.com Precedence: bulk edheads-digest Monday, November 22 1999 Volume 02 : Number 178 Today's Subjects: ----------------- EFO in Seattle (long!) [Nicole Carlson ] RE: EFO in Seattle (long!) [Jessica Brown ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 21 Nov 1999 23:22:32 -0800 (PST) From: Nicole Carlson Subject: EFO in Seattle (long!) Hi everyone Just got back from Seattle, where everyone concerned had a BLAST. Executive summary (broken down into handy numerical chunks): Miles travelled: 1500 (round trip) Number of times we almost missed the plane: 2 Concerts seen: 2 Bands per concert: 2 Most people on stage at once: 10 Most people in the audience at once: way more than the laws of physics should allow Butt-kicking interband jam sessions: 4 Seattle Chamber of Commerce surveys taken: 1 Pints of cider consumed: 1 Cups of coffee consumed: don't ask Pounds of whole-bean coffee purchased: 1.5 Pounds of smoked salmon purchased: 1 Number of Starbucks I expected to see: one per Seattle resident Number of Starbucks I actually saw: 3 (not counting the Starbucks-O-Matic in the airport) Number of bookstores I expected to see: uh, y'know, a few here and there Number of bookstores I actually saw: one per Seattle resident Number of underground tours taken: 1 Number of times during the underground tour that I expressed the opinion that Seattle's founders were completely whacked: 5 Number of times someone called Jessica "doll", "girlie", or "honey": 3 Number of times Jessica got the "I'm going to count to 10 before I kill you" look in her eye: 3 Number of stores with "Northwest", "Seattle", "Pacific", or "Trading Company" somewhere in their names: all of them Number of times we got lost/didn't know which bus to take/didn't know which bus stop to request: 5 Number of times friendly Seattleites materialized out of thin air and helped us out: 5 "So, what brings you to Seattle?": 7 times "Eddie WHO?": 7 times Number of people who offered to sell their souls for an EFO ticket: 1 (but he got my extra one, so his soul is OK) Articles of clothing lost at the Tractor: 2 (hat *and* gloves. Grrr. Guess I'm just not used to hauling around outerwear.) The much longer report/concert review/travelogue: First: "Why?" everyone asks. And, OK, it does sound a little insane. But the airfare was really cheap, and I--just trust me on this--really REALLY needed a weekend away from it all, and, c'mon, it's EFO *and* the Paperboys! We (me, Jessica, and my housemate Jen) left rainy, cold Sacramento for rainy, cold Seattle and were greeted with the sort of off-again, on-again drizzle that, I understand, is everyday weather there. Seattle itself is a beautiful city: decked with dozens of colorful murals, graced with a sleek skyline and, like whipped cream on a double mocha, crowned with incredible views of misty forested islands. It's *really* cool. We hung around for most of the day, soaking up rain, coffee, cheesecake, and ambiance, not necessarily in that order. We got to the Tractor Tavern just before they opened doors, and discovered that both nights had sold out in advance. "Wow", I thought, "glad we got tickets!" Once inside, we discovered that the Tractor is a place where the beer flows in mighty rivers, if you get my drift. One guy came up to the merch table--completely sloshed--some fifteen minutes after doors. EFO went on and did an abbreviated set. It turned out that a significant percentage of the audience was comprised of transplanted Virginians, all of whom had given up on ever seeing EFO again. Happiness abounded. One of the highlights of the set was Paperboys Cam and Shannon (banjo and fiddle, respectively), sitting in on The Old Dominion; everybody try to visualize (audialize?) this, because it was every bit as cool as you'd think. Alas, we had to leave after the Paperboys' first set; something about the last bus to downtown Seattle leaving soon. Morning came all too early, but we got up anyway and did all the tourist stuff (except the Space Needle, because they wanted $9 each for the ride up). We regrouped for dinner and agreed that a) Seattle would definitely benefit from a few thousand more acres of awnings, and b) it would be nice if they filled in the holes and depressions in the sidewalk, which tend to fill up with (surprise!) rain, and c) the bus fare system needs help (you pay when you enter, but after 7 PM you pay when you leave (I think), and sometimes you don't pay at all. Who designed this? The IRS?). After dinner we split up (Red Elvises for Jen, EFO/Paperboys for me and Jess), and got to the Tractor right before doors (it's all in the timing, I tell you). EFO got on, and, summoning a really remarkable amount of energy when you think about it (last night of a long tour and all), did a great job. They even got an encore, and the crowd was loving them. Quite a different set on Saturday night; I guess they decided to metaphorically let their hair down on their last West Coast show until... no, too painful to think about that just now. While wearing the Frowny Face, I must report that the US-Canada Peace Treaty, as negotiated between EFO and the Paperboys last February, has completely fallen apart. Signs of friction between the two warring states began to appear as early as Friday night, thanks to a comment by an anonymous Paperboy about the alcohol content of American beer. But it was only Saturday that things really began to degenerate, culminating in an attempt by Mike to start an audience chant of "Canada sucks!" And so, alas, we must leave the all-too-brief era of US-Canadian friendship... both sets of ambassadors tried valiantly but, in the end, could not overcome the cultural barriers. [1] Now I'm tired, and my ankle hurts (YOU try traipsing around all weekend in a pair of waterproof but ill-fitting boots), and after two consecutive nights of being sleep-deprived in Seattle, I'm going to bed. - --nicole (yawn) twn [1] Yes, of course I'm kidding. Think "good-natured teasing" instead of "vicious feud". *** "Would you like to know how you did on your midterms? You all did BADLY! You all did VERY BADLY!"--evil networks professor Visit Nicolopolis! http://wwwcsif.cs.ucdavis.edu/~carlsonn nmcarlson@ucdavis.edu ana.ng@tmbg.org carlsonn@seclab.cs.ucdavis.edu ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1999 12:48:33 -0800 From: Jessica Brown Subject: RE: EFO in Seattle (long!) I give serious kudos to Nicole's very complete picture of the weekend. There are a couple of corrections (though I think this depends on perspective) Pints of cider should be five. And I would like to say two things - bands are not improved by seeing them drunk and people can be very rude while drunk. It was a pretty rowdy crowd on Friday and there was a certain amount of respect that went out the window. Has anyone experienced this at other venues? This was our first time at a twenty-one and over place and it was a little unnerving. Definitely gained new appreciation of places like The Freight. Seattle is a truly beautiful city, the skyscapes were incredible and everything was so clean. It had the feel of a small town with all of the big city benefits. And some of the best public transit I've ever seen. (Though Nicole's right, there seems to be a totally arbitrary paying schedule.) There was also fabulous sea food. The salmon just melted in your mouth. The shows were excellent, not much slow stuff. It was a different type of environment, very high in energy. The first night saw some of the rudest behavior ever but Saturday was excellent and a departure from the set lists that they had been performing during a lot of the West Coast shows. As for the Canada- US peace negotiations, Mike was very egalitarian and yelled "U.S. SUCKS!" too. So I don't know how much is anti-Canada sentiments had to do with the meltdown. Anyways, it was a great weekend and I recommend checking out the Paperboys if their in your neighborhood. - -Jessica -----Original Message----- From: Nicole Carlson [mailto:nmcarlson@ucdavis.edu] Sent: Sunday, November 21, 1999 11:23 PM To: edheads@efohio.com Subject: EFO in Seattle (long!) Hi everyone Just got back from Seattle, where everyone concerned had a BLAST. Executive summary (broken down into handy numerical chunks): Miles travelled: 1500 (round trip) Number of times we almost missed the plane: 2 Concerts seen: 2 Bands per concert: 2 Most people on stage at once: 10 Most people in the audience at once: way more than the laws of physics should allow Butt-kicking interband jam sessions: 4 Seattle Chamber of Commerce surveys taken: 1 Pints of cider consumed: 1 Cups of coffee consumed: don't ask Pounds of whole-bean coffee purchased: 1.5 Pounds of smoked salmon purchased: 1 Number of Starbucks I expected to see: one per Seattle resident Number of Starbucks I actually saw: 3 (not counting the Starbucks-O-Matic in the airport) Number of bookstores I expected to see: uh, y'know, a few here and there Number of bookstores I actually saw: one per Seattle resident Number of underground tours taken: 1 Number of times during the underground tour that I expressed the opinion that Seattle's founders were completely whacked: 5 Number of times someone called Jessica "doll", "girlie", or "honey": 3 Number of times Jessica got the "I'm going to count to 10 before I kill you" look in her eye: 3 Number of stores with "Northwest", "Seattle", "Pacific", or "Trading Company" somewhere in their names: all of them Number of times we got lost/didn't know which bus to take/didn't know which bus stop to request: 5 Number of times friendly Seattleites materialized out of thin air and helped us out: 5 "So, what brings you to Seattle?": 7 times "Eddie WHO?": 7 times Number of people who offered to sell their souls for an EFO ticket: 1 (but he got my extra one, so his soul is OK) Articles of clothing lost at the Tractor: 2 (hat *and* gloves. Grrr. Guess I'm just not used to hauling around outerwear.) The much longer report/concert review/travelogue: First: "Why?" everyone asks. And, OK, it does sound a little insane. But the airfare was really cheap, and I--just trust me on this--really REALLY needed a weekend away from it all, and, c'mon, it's EFO *and* the Paperboys! We (me, Jessica, and my housemate Jen) left rainy, cold Sacramento for rainy, cold Seattle and were greeted with the sort of off-again, on-again drizzle that, I understand, is everyday weather there. Seattle itself is a beautiful city: decked with dozens of colorful murals, graced with a sleek skyline and, like whipped cream on a double mocha, crowned with incredible views of misty forested islands. It's *really* cool. We hung around for most of the day, soaking up rain, coffee, cheesecake, and ambiance, not necessarily in that order. We got to the Tractor Tavern just before they opened doors, and discovered that both nights had sold out in advance. "Wow", I thought, "glad we got tickets!" Once inside, we discovered that the Tractor is a place where the beer flows in mighty rivers, if you get my drift. One guy came up to the merch table--completely sloshed--some fifteen minutes after doors. EFO went on and did an abbreviated set. It turned out that a significant percentage of the audience was comprised of transplanted Virginians, all of whom had given up on ever seeing EFO again. Happiness abounded. One of the highlights of the set was Paperboys Cam and Shannon (banjo and fiddle, respectively), sitting in on The Old Dominion; everybody try to visualize (audialize?) this, because it was every bit as cool as you'd think. Alas, we had to leave after the Paperboys' first set; something about the last bus to downtown Seattle leaving soon. Morning came all too early, but we got up anyway and did all the tourist stuff (except the Space Needle, because they wanted $9 each for the ride up). We regrouped for dinner and agreed that a) Seattle would definitely benefit from a few thousand more acres of awnings, and b) it would be nice if they filled in the holes and depressions in the sidewalk, which tend to fill up with (surprise!) rain, and c) the bus fare system needs help (you pay when you enter, but after 7 PM you pay when you leave (I think), and sometimes you don't pay at all. Who designed this? The IRS?). After dinner we split up (Red Elvises for Jen, EFO/Paperboys for me and Jess), and got to the Tractor right before doors (it's all in the timing, I tell you). EFO got on, and, summoning a really remarkable amount of energy when you think about it (last night of a long tour and all), did a great job. They even got an encore, and the crowd was loving them. Quite a different set on Saturday night; I guess they decided to metaphorically let their hair down on their last West Coast show until... no, too painful to think about that just now. While wearing the Frowny Face, I must report that the US-Canada Peace Treaty, as negotiated between EFO and the Paperboys last February, has completely fallen apart. Signs of friction between the two warring states began to appear as early as Friday night, thanks to a comment by an anonymous Paperboy about the alcohol content of American beer. But it was only Saturday that things really began to degenerate, culminating in an attempt by Mike to start an audience chant of "Canada sucks!" And so, alas, we must leave the all-too-brief era of US-Canadian friendship... both sets of ambassadors tried valiantly but, in the end, could not overcome the cultural barriers. [1] Now I'm tired, and my ankle hurts (YOU try traipsing around all weekend in a pair of waterproof but ill-fitting boots), and after two consecutive nights of being sleep-deprived in Seattle, I'm going to bed. --nicole (yawn) twn [1] Yes, of course I'm kidding. Think "good-natured teasing" instead of "vicious feud". *** "Would you like to know how you did on your midterms? You all did BADLY! You all did VERY BADLY!"--evil networks professor Visit Nicolopolis! http://wwwcsif.cs.ucdavis.edu/~carlsonn nmcarlson@ucdavis.edu ana.ng@tmbg.org carlsonn@seclab.cs.ucdavis.edu ------------------------------ End of edheads-digest V2 #178 *****************************