Friday, July 4, 2014

They're an American Band~The Story of Seattle's Hartwood by Cheryl Rolcik-Wilcox



Hartwood

If you’ve been to a live music show in Seattle at some point over the last 30 years, it’s almost a statistical impossibility that you haven’t seen at least one Hartwood member performing live.   If you’re a fan of Pacific NW metal, punk, grunge, rock, disco, or country, you’ll undoubtedly recognize the names of the musicians who make up the foundation of Hartwood.


Hartwood’s roots began under a blue tarp in the rain on a group camping trip in 1991, as the two founding members of the band and their co-campers chopped through a large tree for firewood.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

What Happened in Vegas? I Met a Great Girl From Seattle~ A Grunge Story by Christopher Blake



My name is Chris and this is my Grunge Story-


I was 23 and I had gone to Las Vegas at the time because it's a family tradition and I needed it because I was going through a hard time in my life. I was trying to turn over a new leaf in my life and I was letting go of people that were dragging me down with them.

It Don't Come Easy~The Art of Grunge Storytelling~ Turning Your Grungy Memories into Great Stories



As I somewhat grappled about what to publish this month, I came across a quote I had forgotten about. It became famous by TV's beloved children's show host and creator Mr. Rogers.  He used to carry a quote he got from a social worker that said, " There's no one you couldn't learn to love once you've heard their story." I always thought that was a great and beautiful quote.



Let's start by looking at an important question. Would Layne Staley, Kurt Cobain, Andrew Wood, Mike Starr and the other fallen musicians of Seattle want their stories told? And what stories would they want shared? Who would want the good times only shared and who would say, "I want stories to be told that will help young addicts make better choices?"


You gotta pay the dues if you wana sing the blues
And you know it dont' come easy 

Ringo Starr

The Man Who Sold the (Grunge) World to Sweden~ by Richard Wilson

The magic year for me was 1991. I was a 20 year old Swedish guy with musical dreams. I had graduated with low grades and I thought life was finally about to begin. No more school for me! (it turned out to be lots more of school though years later.) I had been working at the grave yard for two summers to get money to go to America for three months, with my friend Fredrik.



 Now, me and Fred were metal heads. We were playing in bands and we had our last show with a band called Rebel Kiss, before we went to the states. We played covers of Skid Row, Joan Jett and added a few songs of our own. I was fed up with playing drums. I had done it since I was 4 and I wanted to do something else. We had no clue what was in store. Guns n' Roses released Use Your Illusion. I didn't like it. Fredrik loved it. Metallica released the black album... Well. More on that later.



 Richard Wilson today

Fred worked at a record store and before we went to America he played me some songs from this new album by a band called Pearl Jam. It had some awful pink cover art, I thought. The music seemed ok, a little less aggressive than what I would normally listen to, but I didn't really get it then. I had heard Mother Love Bone at another friend's and thought that was okay too. It was too much "glam" for me, though. I had no idea about the Andy Wood story back then. I was into thrash metal mostly.


So in September of 1991 these two Swedes went to America to meet with some pen pals and party! Back in the day we actually wrote hand written letters and sent to the other side of the world! There was nothing called the internet. It was freaking dinosaur land. The world seemed so much bigger then. Looking back at it we were two really innocent kids from a small town in Sweden going to huge cities like New York, LA, Houston and New Orleans.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Forgiving Kurt: I Have Another Confession to Make.... I Threw a Dick's Burger at Kurt Cobain



If making fun of Kurt on his birthday is wrong, then I don't want to be right. This is the most gentle way I can tell any Kurt story. There was no fun and good times with us.There was chaos in the end. There were constant disappointments.  It's all quite pitiful and regretful. Some of the darker Kurt stories, like any low points in one's life, were not meant to be told or even remembered, so I won't be sharing them here. I've grown up a lot since the '90s and have learned in turn to tame my anger with humor. It doesn't mean that the true accounts of peoples' lives that he affected should not be told. Especially the funny ones.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

A Valentine to The Walking Papers~ Now that's Amore!




A year ago, I wrote a piece on Walking Papers. It was titled "Xana's Love Letter to the Walking Papers" on Valentine's Day 2013. I can't believe a year has passed since then. And since then I have gone to see them over six times, filmed and live
streamed Jeff & Ben with them as well as their other band The Missionary Position about five times, and also gone to all of Jeff's solo performances throughout the year... and yet... I still... don't have a T-shirt! I think I need to kiss up to Soozy a little more. 

Thursday, January 30, 2014

A Night at the Coconut Teaser with The Rooster



Xana on the rocks
Bringing the sexy back to the Mexican American
bird leg since 1986  



I was having one of my moments while I was in the shower this morning listening to Duran Duran, of course...  and remembering dancing for Jerry at the now closed Coconut Teaser in Hollywood. Just think if I was a little shutterbug with a camera back then. It's a shame I of all people don't have more photos. So I guess I will have to describe this.