NOW LET'S GET THIS STRAIGHT: The article encourages tourists to come here to see live gigs by the very bands that got into making records in the mid-'80s because they couldn't get live gigs. The music that was rejected by so many clubs for so many years might now become a boon to the state's hospitality industry. Maybe we should just replace Seattle Center with a Grungeland theme park. Flannel-shirted costume characters could sneeringly blow Export A smoke into the eager eyes of affluent American families, on their way to enjoy hourly indoor and outdoor performances in between stops at a Jimmy the Geek house of thrills, senior citizen moshing lessons, an all-vegan food circus, bumper cars that look like beat-up Datsuns, wandering Iggy impersonators, beer-can crushing competitions, a detox clinic fantasy ride, (for the gents) a contest to become L7's chaste bondage slaves, and (for the ladies) an all-scrawny, all-longhair male strip show. CRIMES AGAINST CULTURE?: The city wanted to collect 3% admissions tax on the "suggested donation at the door" for the Two Bells Tavern's Chicken Soup Brigade musical benefit. On Sept. 23, city official Dale Tiffany sided with the tavern and withdrew the tax bill, noting in a letter that "you made a quite persuasive case".... Meanwhile, COCA ran afoul of the police dept.'s crusade to shut down all-ages musical events. Its non-alcoholic rave party was shut down in August over a few creative interpretations of technical ordinances and the infamous "Teen Dance Ordinance," a law ramrodded through the city council a few years back intended to ban all-ages events under the guise of regulating them. ON DISPLAY: I saw COCA's Native American political art exhibit, which uses images of pre-Columbian daily life as symbols of defiance, in the context of what if our entire way of life were similarly suppressed. After thinking some more about it, I couldn't think of many aspects of mainstream U.S. culture that that weren't already symbols of our past conquests. What music do we have that isn't Black- or immigrant-rooted? What fashions have we got that aren't based on street or folk dress? Through ethnic art (often designed for white consumption) and its equivalents in literature and music, armchair lefties like me get to anoint ourselves with the vicarious righteousness of pretending to be what some white ideologists call "The Other." It's a change from most American cultural experiences, which are typically fantasies of conquering something or someone. The only American genres to discuss what being conquered might feel like are science fiction and Red-baiting propaganda, usually as a pretext for heroic action. But imagine: What if our entire way of life was suppressed as North America's indigenous cultures were? What practices would be kept underground? What pieces of everyday life that you take for granted would turn into symbols of rebellion? What things that you care about would be turned into jokes and stereotypes by the conquerors? CAN'T I GET LIBERATED TOO?: The (Ero) Writes/Rights panel at Bumbershoot was mostly the usual inconclusive porn-vs.-erotica debate. But one woman made a good point about "censorship of the spirit and the intellect," something too many of us do to ourselves. The alternative literary scene would attract more people if it weren't always so grim and staid, if it expressed the whole range of human thoughts and feelings in our big wide world. In many ways, small press literature is the most aesthetically conservative art form this side of barbershop quartet singing (and a hell of a lot less fun). You're not gonna get young people involved in advanced prose if it offers nothing more than Montana travelogues and '60s nostalgia. I long for a literature of compassion, of participation. A good place to start is erotica, by its nature a genre that mustn't be self-centered. Like Jae Carrlson and Kirby Olson in Reflex, I believe the answer to bad porn is better porn, that gleefully celebrates human connection in all its varieties. OTHER B-SHOOT NOTES: Loved Book-It, the troupe that dramatizes short stories verbatim. Much more literate than most of the "literary" events.... Missed They Might Be Giants, who filled up the Opera House an hour and a half before they went on. In the line, two suburban kids joked about how this show should've been in the Coliseum instead of Queen Latifah (this year's token non-'60s black act), because "nobody's going to shoot anybody at this show." I wished to hell I'd had a Walkman so I could've made them listen to TMBG's song "Your Racist Friend." The Latifah show was, by all accounts, a sedate affair full of perky White Negro wannabes.... The $25 Quick Access Pass was an elitist scam, going against B-Shoot's one-big-crowd tradition, and should not be repeated.... Michelle Shocked had a great line at the Interview Stage comparing most rock music to "a blackface minstrel show" without the makeup -- affluent whites acting out a simplistic persona of blacks as sexy savages.... EXCUSE ME WHILE I KISS THIS GUY: I can't wait for the Jimi Hendrix museum to open, even if it doesn't display the uncensored Are You Experienced? cover art or Suzie Plastercaster's famous life-cast of his masculinity. Well-heeled local backers are looking at at least two potential sites, including the ex-Seattle Art Museum annex in Seattle Center. The guy deserves a proper public memorial. (KZOK tried a few years ago to get a memorial in a city park, but the Parks Dept. wouldn't go along; the station settled for a pile of "hot rocks" at the African savannah exhibit of the zoo.) Besides, these days it'd be good to remind people of a guy who joined the Army just to get out of Seattle, his only hope of making it in music. THE MAILBAG: Charles Kiblinger writes, "Perhaps you might be able to enlighten us as to what exactly is the deal with this baseball cap display on the rear dashboard thing?" Would you please be more specific? What are these items, and what do you wish to learn about them? JUNK FOODS OF THE MONTH: Husky Dawgs, in bright wrappers bearing official UW football logos, are really repackaged Canadian Jumbo Hot Dogs (the expiration date sticker says both "Meilleur Avant" and "Best Before"). As all good Seattle barflies know about Jumbos, they're hearty if underseasoned tube steaks that can be steamed, boiled, or grilled, and are virtually impervious to decay even after rotating under a heat lamp all day.... As my budget and diet allow, I'm planning to try all of the faux Frangos being offered around town: Nordstrom Best Mints, Ala Bons, Boehm's Encore, Seattle Chocolate Co.'s Milt Chocolate, etc. The Times sez that Nordstrom uses a higher grade of chocolate, no salt and no tropical oils. The Seattle Chocolate Co. makes the Nordstrom candy (mint flavor only), and also makes its own brand with a slightly different recipe (in three flavors). Ala Bons, the first faux Frango, are smaller and flatter, not as fully whipped. Boehms, in gold foil boxes, only have six ounces for $6.95 (Frangos and most of the imitators have eight ounces)... MANGO TANG UPDATE: Mark Campos claims to have tried the stuff, obtained from relatives through an Oregon food warehouse outlet. "The mad chemists at the Tang labs were nowhere hear a mango flavor consensus...no matter how much I stirred, a majority of the stuff marched to the bottom of the glass and stayed there. Also, it's the most unappealingly colored stuff. Like Mountain Dew, it should not be put into clear glasses for consumption." 1-900-FAILURE: Megaquest, the Queen Anne-based parent company of some 50 phone talk services (many, but not all, sex-related) in a half-dozen countries, is close to bankruptcy, after earning a net income of $14 million in 1990. According to a great story in the Sept. 4 Puget Sound Business Journal, original partners Arthur Joel Eisenberg and Betsy Superfon (apparently her real name) are battling in court over control of the companies, whose revenues have tumbled as government agencies and phone companies crack down against the rights of those unimaginative Americans who can't even abuse themselves without coaching. AD OF THE MONTH (newspaper ad for Nationwide Warehouse and Storage Furniture): "The Chastity 4-Piece Bedroom Set, $198." Runner-up: the Wm. Diericx Co.'s radio ad for office supplies, selling paper shredders endorsed by Fawn Hall. "DIS" INFORMATION: Still still more proof that hip-hop culture can't be successfully whitened comes from the Suzuki 4 x 4's fall ad campaign, "Fear of a Flat Planet" (a notably lame exploitation of Public Enemy's Fear of a Black Planet). A DAY WITHOUT SUNSHINE: The Florida state tourism dept. rushed out some newspaper ads insisting that their state was still open for business. The state had to produce the ads at their own Tallahassee office, because it couldn't complete a phone call to its Miami ad agency. CATHODE CORNER: Alert home satellite dish owners know about the supplemental feeds of network football games, with the field pictures and sound but no announcers or commercials. I saw part of a Seahawks game this way; you can tell all the important aspects of the game, and don't have to hear any dumb anecdotes. DUDS: One piece of good news in the Generra bankruptcy came in a Times story noting that the company, like many in the sportswear biz, is starting to get clothes made in the U.S., after years of only using overseas sweatshops where workers make as little as $1.03 a day. Seems that it takes too long to ship stuff from over there. By the time a fad item gets here, the fad can be over. "DON'T WALK" THIS WAY: Bellevue officials are promising to make their town "more pedestrian friendly" -- by beefing up citations against people walking against the Don't Walk lights. If they really wanted to help walkers, they'd change the lights on some intersections that allow walking for only three seconds every three minutes, so you have to jaywalk to get anywhere on time. LOCAL PUBLICATIONS OF THE MONTH: Tiny, King of the Roadside Vendors is an affectionate tribute by Sharon Graves Hall to her late brother, Richard "Tiny" Graves, the girthy and jovial operator of Tiny's Fruit Stand in Cashmere (one of Washington's few authentic "roadside attractions", with ad signs attracting tourists along U.S. highways throughout the west). For just $12.95, the book's more fun than a case of Aplets and Cotlets.... Meet Me at the Center is Seattle Center's authorized history, written by ex-Times guy Don Duncan. It's chock full of World's Fair camp images (which I can't ever get enough of). It's also essential reading for all of you who don't know what Seattle was like in the era prior to Starbucks and PCC, when a small remote city was trying desperately to join the "jet set" its machines had made possible.... Journeys of the Muse is a 12-page quarterly newsletter by Pamela Reno of Naches, Yakima County. Topics include "The power of thought to influence the sun: A turning point for humanity?" FUN WITH WORDS: Husbands and Wives stands a chance of becoming the biggest audience-participation movie since Rocky Horror. Here's how it works: go with all your feminist friends, and hiss whenever Woody says something that turns out to have been eerily lifelike... Another great new cussing site is the downtown library, specifically at the terminals of the new computer card catalog. On any given afternoon you may find retired schoolmarms, Mormon ancestor-researchers and valedictorian wannabes struggling to cope with the confusing software and the mistake-ridden data, talking back to the VDT's with words not found in the bowdlerized dictionaries. INDECISION '92: A requiem is in order for failed gubernatorial primary candidate "You Must Be" Joe King. He's actually been a pretty good state House speaker, fighting to keep the Wm. Spafford murals up in the Capitol and to support a lot of good legislation. But for his first statewide campaign, he let image consultants package him as something just this side of a Reagan Democrat; an unlikely recipe for success this year.... Campaign commercials used to feature a big red "NO!" crashing down on the face of the sponsoring candidate's opponent. This time, at least one candidate used "NOT!" instead. 'TIL NEXT TIME, pick up some great bargains at Blowout Video on 1st (the video equivalent of a remainder book outlet) and the Evergreen State Store in the Center House (your one-stop tourist trinket shop), watch the Japanese soap The 101st Proposal Sat. mornings on KTZZ, and heed the words of Thomas Hobbes (the philosopher, not the cartoon character): "Fear and I were born twins."
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STOP THIS WEATHER CHITCHAT ALREADY.
New Gen Gap The Young and the Clueless: To be young today is in itself an act of defiance. You're the target of both the whiskey-drinking old farts and the pot-smoking middle aged farts. Some people will presume you're an idiot because you weren't around for WWII. Other people will presume you're an idiot because you weren't around for Woodstock. Earlier this year, the conservative American Enterprise Institute held a pop culture symposium, dominated by a succession of old male Madonna-bashers. (Have any of them ever heard any other contemporary performing artist?) The panel purported to encompass a right-to-left spectrum: 50-year-old Republicans who whined that we've gone to hell since the golden age of movie censorship, and 40-year-old Democrats who whined that we've gone to hell since the golden age of Dylan. More recently, Ken Kesey made very snide remarks about "the MTV generation" having no attention span, being somehow unable to digest a traditional narrative. If that's the case, howcum you see the bombastically long products of Sidney Sheldon and Jackie Collins in so many campus lunchrooms? There's a common assumption, based on unsupported charges in Neil Postman and Jerry Mander books, that you kids today aren't reading anything, and that the younger kids in back of you won't even learn to read. In truth, according to the book industry's own figures, bookstore sales boomed in the '80s and are holding better in the '90s recession than many other retail sectors. The big bookstore chains are granted prime mall space precisely because they do such good business. Books for children and young adults showed the most spectacular rise of all. (Total book sales might be down, if you include school and library purchases affected by government budget cuts.) The thousands of 'zines produced across the country, and the hundreds of spoken-word and "poetry slam" events in hip bars, prove that this is a generation more, not less, devoted to the word. Not since the '50s beats (a much smaller minority of their era) has a generation worked so hard at documenting itself in print, with so little encouragement from its elders. Instead, the Volvo-drivin', NPR-listenin' English profs eagerly swap horror stories in the faculty lounge about how stupid you are because you wear different clothes than they do or because you didn't come to college already knowing all about their favorite '60s heroes. Then there's the charge made by self-styled "radicals" for 20 years now, that all college students since them are fascistic zombies. As if every college class forever must be compared to those three brief years of (mostly futile) Vietnam protests, that quickly wound down in '71 once the Army stopped trying to draft college boys. I've seen plenty of campus political activity in the last 13 years, from big marches to backstage organizing, about everything from apartheid to nuclear power to the gulf war. These were mainly people who didn't have their own hides on the line, but who were disgusted enough to want to do something. As opposed to being too disgusted to want to do anything. The opposite of activism isn't pacifism, it's defeatism. I find it in too many folks of all ages. Not voting is the exact same thing as voting for Bush. You can't change the system by leaving it as is. That's like stating that, as a protest against the injustice of the rain, you're not going to fix your roof. Too many members of my own generation, the Pleasure Islanders of the early '80s, thought they were preserving their purity by being politically chaste. Instead, they (and we) wound up getting, well, you know... (More about that later.)
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