Sunday, June 30, 2013

"Get A Capricorn Sister They Said, It Will Be Fun They Said" - A Grunge Story by Lori Anderson


Now look, I'm not saying this story is entirely untrue, but I certainly don't want to be remembered as the burping girl with chola eyebrows!  In any case I am glad that people are contributing stories, so enjoy, and keep on writing, friends! 

As the ghosts of grunge swirl around me, they keep bringing me to that spring afternoon at The Vogue, so many years ago.  I can still smell the stale beer, cheap cologne and band sweat.





I was working for Seismic  Audio as a production assistant.  The only girl in a mess of roadies, sound guys, and light techs.  We worked out of Seattle at a time where our music still  belonged to just us.  $2 would get you in to see Alice In Chains, Soundgarden, MotherLoveBone AND Mudhoney... all on the same bill.  Cheap suds flowed behind the well-used bar.  Those pitchers of ale would be served by Monny  and Shawna.  Mind you, Monny was the toughest dude to EVER wear a mini-dress and stilettos.  He and his wife, Shawna, often came to work in matching skirts and nail polish.

The Vogue had an essence all its own.  The windows at the front of the bar usually reflected the stage lights, street lights, and the life contained within.  But not that afternoon.  The sun was still shining brightly through the windows.  You could see the dust dancing around in the afternoon light as we unpacked cords, monitors and  cables.  I can't even remember who was on the bill later that night because something else happened that day.  It will, forever, be a defining moment in my life. It has shaped who I am.



Soundgarden Original photo by Charles Petersen 


I was unpacking some cables that ran from the soundboard to the mains.  From behind me, I could hear a group of people laughing and talking as their Doc Martens created various rhythms on the wood floor.  I paused briefly from my task to see who it was.  I turned around to see this rag-tag group of lovely weirdos.  It was that crazy fun guy from Malfunkshun (wait... wasn't he in a new band now??  Mother Love Bone??) and  a few of his band mates, friends, and this girl......




Just for the record, these are my real eyebrows, " chola" or not! 

Petey, Doc and I all paused so we could chat with everyone. Monny came from behind the bar to join us.  There were several conversations going on, at the same time, when someone burped or  something equally gross.  It came from one of them that had just sauntered in the bar.  I know this because that girl that was with them rolled her eyes and said, "Oh my God!  Way to class up the joint.  Dress you up and can't take you in public" or something to that effect.  She said it with complete exasperation and sarcasm, all at once.  Her commentary included the fact that she was constantly the only girl among this motley crew of boys.




This is actually a photo from Tenacious D's "The Roadie" which pretty much describes almost every roadie, stage guy, sound guy, etc. in the '80s in Seattle! 
* video below for recollection/reference *


 I  looked at her and said, "Tell me about it!!  Look what I have to deal with!" while nodding towards the sound/light crew.  "I am the only  girl who works here and I am surrounded by testosterone and failed deodorant  all the time!!"  We were obviously having a good time teasing the guys mercilessly.  That girl then grabbed me by the hand and stated, "Hi! I'm Xana!  Come to the bathroom with me so I can fix my eyebrows.  I look like a chola."  The rest, my lovely readers, is history... or so they said.





And the adventure continues!  Xana, Duff, Lori, and Charo the Chihuahua, 2012

Signed,
  Fairy Rock Mother
  Medium-gorgeous and Almost  Famous... just how we like it in Xanaland




The below is a duplicate that blogger cannot remove for some reason-all apologies












As the ghosts of grunge swirl around me, they keep bringing me to that spring afternoon at The Vogue, so many years ago. I can still smell the stale beer, cheap cologne and band sweat.
I was working for Seismic Audio as a production assistant. The only girl in a mess of roadies, sound guys and light techs. We worked out of Seattle at a time where our music still belonged to "just us". $2 would get you in to see Alice In Chains, Soundgarden, Mother Love Bone AND Mudhoney... all on the same bill. Cheap suds flowed behind the well-used bar. Those pitchers of ale would be served by Monny and Shawna. Mind you, Monny was the toughest dude to EVER wear a mini-dress and stilettos. He and his wife, Shawna, often came to work in matching skirts and nail polish.
The Vogue had an essence all it's own. The windows at the front of the bar usually reflected the stage lights, street lights and the life contained within. But not that afternoon. The sun was still shining brightly through the windows. You could see the dust dancing around in the afternoon light as we unpacked cords, monitors and cables. I can't even remember who was on the bill later that night because something else happened that day. It will, forever, be a defining moment in my life. It has shaped who I am.
I was unpacking some cables that ran from the soundboard to the mains. From behind me, I could hear a group of people laughing and talking as their Doc Martens created various rhythms on the wood floor. I paused briefly from my task to see who it was. I turned around to see this rag-tag group of lovely weirdos. It was that crazy fun guy from Malfunkshun(wait... wasn't he in a new band now?? Mother Love Bone??) and a few of his band mates, friends and this girl......
Petey, Doc and I all paused so we could chat with everyone. Monny came from behind the bar to join us. There were several conversations going on, at the same time, when someone burped or something equally gross. It came from one of them that had just sauntered in the bar. I know this because that girl that was with them rolled her eyes and said, "Oh my God! Way to class up the joint. Dress you up and can't take you in public" or something to that effect. She said it with complete exasperation and sarcasm, all at once. Her commentary included the fact that she was constantly the "only girl" among this motley crew of boys. I looked at her and said, "Tell me about it!! Look what I have to deal with!" while nodding towards the sound/light crew. "I am the only girl who works here and I am surrounded by testosterone and failed deodorant all the time"!! We were obviously having a good time teasing the guys mercilessly. That girl then grabbed me by the hand and stated, "Hi! I'm Xana! Come to the bathroom with me so I can fix my eyebrows. I look like a chola". The rest, my lovely readers, is history... or so they said.
Signed,
Fairy Rock Mother
Medium-gorgeous and Almost Famous... just how we like it in Xanaland