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Anyone who knows me knows I've never been one to revel in the past. I'm the last one to cast a misty-eyed glance back at the "good old days". In my experience the people who take this angle are usually the ones who weren't there. Whatever mistakes, false starts and missed opportunities I've had the pleasure of having, I was wherever I was for better or worse.

This blog is not meant to romanticize any choices I made or any particular era. It's simply a place where I share stories and take stock of where I've been as a way to figure out where I might want to go next. I'll celebrate some people along the way, some of them you'll know or know of, others will be new to you. I'm glad to have known every one of them.

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March 24, 2012
KRIST NOVOSELIC, CASEY McKEE, SOME DUDE and ME  SEATTLE  2000 This is a story I LOVE. It’s like something out of a movie. In 2000 I was up in Seattle with my then girlfriend, now great friend, Casey. We were ordering coffee at the Bauhaus coffee shop on Pine St. when she noticed that a guy she had gone to high school with in Spokane had just walked into the place. She said hello and the dude looked at her kinda distractedly and said, “oh…hi.” She asked him what he was doing in Seattle, what he was up to etc. and he responded nonchalantly with hooded eyes that he lived in Seattle now and was doing this and that as he cast his glance over her shoulder around the room. She introduced me to him, he nodded and feigned a smile…then suddenly his heretofore dull eyes began to widen with new energy. I instinctively turned to see what it was that might’ve put a bee in his otherwise bored bonnet. It turned out that all 8’ 10” of Krist Novoselic had just walked in the door and the Spokane guy was feeling the magic pre-tty hard. It also just so happend that Casey had kinda recently participated in a dead-end recording session with Krist down in Olympia at the invitation of my old housemate, dear friend, and one-of-a-kind American Master Calvin Johnson.  Without missing a beat, in her naturally totally unaffected style Casey greeted Krist as if he were just like anybody else (which strangely enough he is). She greeted him the same friendly way she had greeted her old classmate minutes before, the classmate who’s posture was now greatly improved and who, judging by his suddenly bright expression looked like he might not be needing that triple macchiato after all. Casey and Krist chatted for a second, I said hi to Krist (who I’d met once before but wouldn’t even call an acquaintance) and when she finished she went back to talking to her fellow Spokanite as if nothing had happend. The guy swallowed hard and with a renewed vigor began asking Casey how she knew Krist and what her life is like in Olympia… and suggested they should keep in touch and he’s coming to Olympia soon and it be cool to catch up and…and…and… I was in stitches. I thought that kind of scene could only happen in movies. Nirvana photo by Charles Peterson (?)

KRIST NOVOSELIC, CASEY McKEE, SOME DUDE and ME  SEATTLE  2000

This is a story I LOVE. It’s like something out of a movie.

In 2000 I was up in Seattle with my then girlfriend, now great friend, Casey. We were ordering coffee at the Bauhaus coffee shop on Pine St. when she noticed that a guy she had gone to high school with in Spokane had just walked into the place. She said hello and the dude looked at her kinda distractedly and said, “oh…hi.” She asked him what he was doing in Seattle, what he was up to etc. and he responded nonchalantly with hooded eyes that he lived in Seattle now and was doing this and that as he cast his glance over her shoulder around the room. She introduced me to him, he nodded and feigned a smile…then suddenly his heretofore dull eyes began to widen with new energy.

I instinctively turned to see what it was that might’ve put a bee in his otherwise bored bonnet. It turned out that all 8’ 10” of Krist Novoselic had just walked in the door and the Spokane guy was feeling the magic pre-tty hard.

It also just so happend that Casey had kinda recently participated in a dead-end recording session with Krist down in Olympia at the invitation of my old housemate, dear friend, and one-of-a-kind American Master Calvin Johnson. 

Without missing a beat, in her naturally totally unaffected style Casey greeted Krist as if he were just like anybody else (which strangely enough he is). She greeted him the same friendly way she had greeted her old classmate minutes before, the classmate who’s posture was now greatly improved and who, judging by his suddenly bright expression looked like he might not be needing that triple macchiato after all.

Casey and Krist chatted for a second, I said hi to Krist (who I’d met once before but wouldn’t even call an acquaintance) and when she finished she went back to talking to her fellow Spokanite as if nothing had happend. The guy swallowed hard and with a renewed vigor began asking Casey how she knew Krist and what her life is like in Olympia… and suggested they should keep in touch and he’s coming to Olympia soon and it be cool to catch up and…and…and…

I was in stitches. I thought that kind of scene could only happen in movies.

Nirvana photo by Charles Peterson (?)

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