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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.

The posts are in no thematic or chronological order. The date at the end of the post's title refers to how the content of the post relates to me personally. I make no claim about the accuracy of my recollections I only promise that I'll be as honest and accurate as I can be. If you were there and you remember things differently than I do, or you find evidence that contradicts my memory (I wouldn't be surprised or upset) feel free to let me know.

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June 20, 2012
HISTORY OF MANKIND SOUVENIR STAND  OLYMPIA 1990’S
I love this photo. My old friend Tae Won Yu took it at Olympia’s annual Lakefair festival sometime in the 90’s.  The composition is awesome.
I dig the Joycean array of motifs in toy cluster behind me: “grey alien” figures from the nighttime visitations of our collective unconscious, next to what are certainly bootlegged Minnie and Mickey Mouses from our premier American corporate myth maker Walt Disney. A rodent Adam and Eve. The smallest, meekest little creatures whose image has conquered the planet in our age of hyper media saturated globalization.
They hang below a big bunch of electric guitars, the instrument that changed the world in the latter half of the 20th Century. The wandering minstrel’s lute gone space-age insane. A super-charged catalyst to countless revolutions and revelations. From Hendrix’s Star Spangled Banner out into a million directions. These totems are themselves situated next to a cluster of baseball bats, the tool that generates the propulsion that is essential to the game that at least once was referred to as America’s pastime.
The cartoonish proportions of the bats also suggest a caveman’s club, which to my mind evokes Stanley Kubrick’s vision of man’s violent first step toward the stars in the opening scene of his masterpiece 2001: A Space Odyssey. A film which incidentally my mother saw upon its release in a theater with me in her womb in 1968. Above the clubs hang the equally cartoonish spiky ball of a battle flail from the middle ages, a weapon only slightly more sophisticated in its no nonsense brutality. The flail was a weapon specially designed to penetrate a knight’s steel armor. This technological one-upmanship represents an early example of the arms race dynamic that would centuries later push our species to the brink of total annihilation in the nuclear age.
The flails are situated next to an oversized first generation cellphone. A tool that at the time this photo was taken was an object worthy of a child’s fetishistic coveting but which today is so common a child would likely have little interest in a toy facsimile and would instead demand the real thing. That real thing of course is usually no longer just a phone but rather it is a computer connected to a global web of servers and other computers that taken as a whole resembles a neural network containing and sharing something akin to the totality of man’s aspirations, machinations, and information at lightning speed. 
Finally to my left you can see an upside down hand mirror reflecting the world back at itself. This mirror represents to me the self reflective nature of our species. A trait that seems to be the only thing that truly makes us an anomaly in the animal kingdom.
There you have it: the journey of homo sapiens on this planet from the monolith to the starship represented in one souvenir stand, at one summer festival, in one small city. 
What do I do in the face of such visual poetry? I goof around and ham it up for the camera of course! After all if we’re indeed made of star stuff, and we’re perhaps destined for the stars, why not make like you’re a flippin’ star and shine a little while you’re here?
(Photo of me at Lakefair by Tae Won Yu from my personal archives)

HISTORY OF MANKIND SOUVENIR STAND  OLYMPIA 1990’S

I love this photo. My old friend Tae Won Yu took it at Olympia’s annual Lakefair festival sometime in the 90’s.  The composition is awesome.

I dig the Joycean array of motifs in toy cluster behind me: “grey alien” figures from the nighttime visitations of our collective unconscious, next to what are certainly bootlegged Minnie and Mickey Mouses from our premier American corporate myth maker Walt Disney. A rodent Adam and Eve. The smallest, meekest little creatures whose image has conquered the planet in our age of hyper media saturated globalization.

They hang below a big bunch of electric guitars, the instrument that changed the world in the latter half of the 20th Century. The wandering minstrel’s lute gone space-age insane. A super-charged catalyst to countless revolutions and revelations. From Hendrix’s Star Spangled Banner out into a million directions. These totems are themselves situated next to a cluster of baseball bats, the tool that generates the propulsion that is essential to the game that at least once was referred to as America’s pastime.

The cartoonish proportions of the bats also suggest a caveman’s club, which to my mind evokes Stanley Kubrick’s vision of man’s violent first step toward the stars in the opening scene of his masterpiece 2001: A Space Odyssey. A film which incidentally my mother saw upon its release in a theater with me in her womb in 1968. Above the clubs hang the equally cartoonish spiky ball of a battle flail from the middle ages, a weapon only slightly more sophisticated in its no nonsense brutality. The flail was a weapon specially designed to penetrate a knight’s steel armor. This technological one-upmanship represents an early example of the arms race dynamic that would centuries later push our species to the brink of total annihilation in the nuclear age.

The flails are situated next to an oversized first generation cellphone. A tool that at the time this photo was taken was an object worthy of a child’s fetishistic coveting but which today is so common a child would likely have little interest in a toy facsimile and would instead demand the real thing. That real thing of course is usually no longer just a phone but rather it is a computer connected to a global web of servers and other computers that taken as a whole resembles a neural network containing and sharing something akin to the totality of man’s aspirations, machinations, and information at lightning speed. 

Finally to my left you can see an upside down hand mirror reflecting the world back at itself. This mirror represents to me the self reflective nature of our species. A trait that seems to be the only thing that truly makes us an anomaly in the animal kingdom.

There you have it: the journey of homo sapiens on this planet from the monolith to the starship represented in one souvenir stand, at one summer festival, in one small city. 

What do I do in the face of such visual poetry? I goof around and ham it up for the camera of course! After all if we’re indeed made of star stuff, and we’re perhaps destined for the stars, why not make like you’re a flippin’ star and shine a little while you’re here?

(Photo of me at Lakefair by Tae Won Yu from my personal archives)

3:31am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zl8DhvNlon1L
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Filed under: Jason Traeger LAKEFAIR grey alien olympia tae won yu stanley kubrick 2001: A Space Odyssey middle ages internet disney mickey mouse hendrix star spangled banner woodstock cuban missle crisis nuclear age adam and eve 
March 25, 2012
DUB NARCOTIC SVS MIRANDA JULY JASON TRAEGER DUMBA WAREHOUSE BROOKLYN 1997
Weird, I remember Le Tigre, or Julie Ruin playing this show. Have I stumbled on one of memory lane’s loose cobblestones? Maybe so.* 
This show was awesome. The DUMBA warehouse was awesome. Located under the Manhattan Bridge in Brooklyn, it was a big sturdy old building full of cool activist-artist types who couldn’t have been nicer. We played and performed in the middle of the warehouse floor with no stage and everyone gathered all around which gave a wonderfully intimate feeling to the spacious setting.
The show brought out tons of people and I remember seeing a bunch of old friends at this one. It’s always great when you’re on a punk/indy tour and you get to a cool, intentional scene like this in a city like New York. It makes all the trials and challenges of the road worth any of the trouble.
After the show we partied and had a good time and went to sleep at the venue. In the morning one member of our entourage, who shall remain nameless, was sleeping as the rest of us got up, ate breakfast, and began packing to leave for the next stop on the tour.
We decided to wake up said person so he’d have time to eat and pack. We called his name…but he was in a deep sleep. So we gave him a nudge…Snore, Snore… Then we upped our efforts to a push and a LOUD VOICE…Nothing. Then we tried prolonged shaking, YELLING, prodding and JABBING and SHOUTING until he could finally  be roused all bleary-eyed and very well rested. 
He said, “Man…I was really out of it…I took some sleeping pills and drank a bunch of whiskey…I guess I took too many and drank too much!”
Yeah. I’m really glad our next stop was a show in New Jersey and not the Brooklyn morgue!!!
Oh man. I’ll write about that New Jersey experience one of these days. What a crazy scene that was.
(* I wasn’t losing it. Le Tigre played their first ever show at Dumba and I was there. That’s why I was confused. I still got it.)
Flyer from my personal archives.

DUB NARCOTIC SVS MIRANDA JULY JASON TRAEGER DUMBA WAREHOUSE BROOKLYN 1997

Weird, I remember Le Tigre, or Julie Ruin playing this show. Have I stumbled on one of memory lane’s loose cobblestones? Maybe so.* 

This show was awesome. The DUMBA warehouse was awesome. Located under the Manhattan Bridge in Brooklyn, it was a big sturdy old building full of cool activist-artist types who couldn’t have been nicer. We played and performed in the middle of the warehouse floor with no stage and everyone gathered all around which gave a wonderfully intimate feeling to the spacious setting.

The show brought out tons of people and I remember seeing a bunch of old friends at this one. It’s always great when you’re on a punk/indy tour and you get to a cool, intentional scene like this in a city like New York. It makes all the trials and challenges of the road worth any of the trouble.

After the show we partied and had a good time and went to sleep at the venue. In the morning one member of our entourage, who shall remain nameless, was sleeping as the rest of us got up, ate breakfast, and began packing to leave for the next stop on the tour.

We decided to wake up said person so he’d have time to eat and pack. We called his name…but he was in a deep sleep. So we gave him a nudge…Snore, Snore… Then we upped our efforts to a push and a LOUD VOICE…Nothing. Then we tried prolonged shaking, YELLING, prodding and JABBING and SHOUTING until he could finally  be roused all bleary-eyed and very well rested. 

He said, “Man…I was really out of it…I took some sleeping pills and drank a bunch of whiskey…I guess I took too many and drank too much!”

Yeah. I’m really glad our next stop was a show in New Jersey and not the Brooklyn morgue!!!

Oh man. I’ll write about that New Jersey experience one of these days. What a crazy scene that was.

(* I wasn’t losing it. Le Tigre played their first ever show at Dumba and I was there. That’s why I was confused. I still got it.)

Flyer from my personal archives.

5:03pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zl8DhvIZd6c9
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Filed under: Miranda July Calvin Johnson dub narcotic sound system dumba some velvet sidewalk le tigre julie ruin k records kathleen hanna jason traeger 
March 24, 2012
JASON TRAEGER EAST COAST CRUSADE FALL 1997 PROMO SHEET
Who-ho-ho-hoa there! Hyperbole much? Could it be someone was a little nervous about his upcoming tour perhaps? Jeez!
If I can’t be totally sure whether or not this copy is over-the-top silliness or megalomaniacal bombast what were the poor promoters to make of it? Back then I was in the grip of a tortured all-or-nothing approach to life and art that had me swinging like a pendulum between depths of toxic self-contempt and flights of dizzyingly high self opinion. It was not especially productive or very much fun to live that way.
Since then I’ve managed to get a little bit more of a grip on reality…juuust a little.
That cool photo of me playing live on the flyer was taken by the great artist, photographer, and LA/DC punk Cynthia Connolly.
Flyer by…uh…me?

JASON TRAEGER EAST COAST CRUSADE FALL 1997 PROMO SHEET

Who-ho-ho-hoa there! Hyperbole much? Could it be someone was a little nervous about his upcoming tour perhaps? Jeez!

If I can’t be totally sure whether or not this copy is over-the-top silliness or megalomaniacal bombast what were the poor promoters to make of it? Back then I was in the grip of a tortured all-or-nothing approach to life and art that had me swinging like a pendulum between depths of toxic self-contempt and flights of dizzyingly high self opinion. It was not especially productive or very much fun to live that way.

Since then I’ve managed to get a little bit more of a grip on reality…juuust a little.

That cool photo of me playing live on the flyer was taken by the great artist, photographer, and LA/DC punk Cynthia Connolly.

Flyer by…uh…me?

10:15pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zl8DhvIWuPUP
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Filed under: Tour 1997 east coast crusade jason traeger 
March 24, 2012
MODEST MOUSE, SOME VELVET SIDEWALK, JASON TRAEGER CHEHALIS WA. 1997
I remember this show as a daytime show. Weird, because the poster says it started at 9pm. Maybe I’m thinking of the way the place looked during sound check? Maybe I’m thinking of one of the many other times I played Chehalis with Modest Mouse and Some Velvet Sidewalk. Hmmm…
I don’t remember anything about the performances that night but I’m gonna assume SVS and Modest Mouse were great because from my experience with those two bands neither of them was ever not great. I might’ve been great too but I’d never admit it.
So yeah…it was an awesome, amazing show.
Flyer by (?)

MODEST MOUSE, SOME VELVET SIDEWALK, JASON TRAEGER CHEHALIS WA. 1997

I remember this show as a daytime show. Weird, because the poster says it started at 9pm. Maybe I’m thinking of the way the place looked during sound check? Maybe I’m thinking of one of the many other times I played Chehalis with Modest Mouse and Some Velvet Sidewalk. Hmmm…

I don’t remember anything about the performances that night but I’m gonna assume SVS and Modest Mouse were great because from my experience with those two bands neither of them was ever not great. I might’ve been great too but I’d never admit it.

So yeah…it was an awesome, amazing show.

Flyer by (?)

9:33pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zl8DhvIWn8EV
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Filed under: modest mouse some velvet sidewalk al larsen isaac brock jason traeger matrix coffee house chehalis 
March 24, 2012
ELLIOT SMITH, MYSELF and FRIENDS  OLYMPIA 1995
I started performing solo with electric guitar in the very late 80’s/early 90’s in San Francisco. I began writing what I remember and imagine were pretty awful songs that represented a non-genre that spasmed somewhere between pretentious prog-punk and Billy Bragg style folk-punk. My songs were the product of a train wreck combo of lofty aspiration, low self-esteem, and lots psylocibin mushrooms and alcohol. Wait a sec…maybe I was awesome?! 
After moving to Olympia in ‘92 I usually played an acoustic guitar and my songs, though still fueled by the same substances, mania, and demons as before had evolved into more conventional, if somewhat overwrought, pop tunes with pseudo-messianic and covertly psychedelic overtones. I played out and toured quite a bit between 92 and 2000.
In summer of 1995 I put on this show (which was something I almost never did) at The Midnight Sun in downtown Olympia. I thought Elliot’s solo songs were great (He was still usually billed as “Elliot Smith from Heatmiser” at this point) so I got his number from Lois and called him up. He was living in Portland at the time and I promised him we’d at least give him gas money if he could make it up. He was into it.
I billed the show as an “all acoustic oly/pdx convergence!” on the flyer and invited our sisters in acousticity  Jen Smith and Sarah Dougher to round out the bill. The Midnight Sun is a black box theater type room that holds about 50 people. I brought a rug down to the venue (the one on the flyer in fact) and made the place look nice. We had a full house and I think Elliot got a few hundred dollars for his trouble.
I finished my set of insanely upbeat, self-help anthems and made funny before handing the mic to Elliot who, before playing a note jokingly said “now I feel bad because I’m going to make everybody sad” He didn’t. He made everyone quiet, some of us a little jealous (no one you’d know) and everybody very glad they were at The Midnight Sun that night.
I’m far from alone in placing Elliot in the very special category of people who were simply touched with that thing. Whatever you want to call it, you know what it is when you see it. It visits a lot of people briefly here and there but the ones that it haunts all the time are the rare ones we say are possessed with “genius”. Elliot Smith was certainly one of those people.
R.I.P. Elliot Smith.
Flyer by yours truly.

ELLIOT SMITH, MYSELF and FRIENDS  OLYMPIA 1995


I started performing solo with electric guitar in the very late 80’s/early 90’s in San Francisco. I began writing what I remember and imagine were pretty awful songs that represented a non-genre that spasmed somewhere between pretentious prog-punk and Billy Bragg style folk-punk. My songs were the product of a train wreck combo of lofty aspiration, low self-esteem, and lots psylocibin mushrooms and alcohol. Wait a sec…maybe I was awesome?! 

After moving to Olympia in ‘92 I usually played an acoustic guitar and my songs, though still fueled by the same substances, mania, and demons as before had evolved into more conventional, if somewhat overwrought, pop tunes with pseudo-messianic and covertly psychedelic overtones. I played out and toured quite a bit between 92 and 2000.

In summer of 1995 I put on this show (which was something I almost never did) at The Midnight Sun in downtown Olympia. I thought Elliot’s solo songs were great (He was still usually billed as “Elliot Smith from Heatmiser” at this point) so I got his number from Lois and called him up. He was living in Portland at the time and I promised him we’d at least give him gas money if he could make it up. He was into it.

I billed the show as an “all acoustic oly/pdx convergence!” on the flyer and invited our sisters in acousticity  Jen Smith and Sarah Dougher to round out the bill. The Midnight Sun is a black box theater type room that holds about 50 people. I brought a rug down to the venue (the one on the flyer in fact) and made the place look nice. We had a full house and I think Elliot got a few hundred dollars for his trouble.

I finished my set of insanely upbeat, self-help anthems and made funny before handing the mic to Elliot who, before playing a note jokingly said “now I feel bad because I’m going to make everybody sad” He didn’t. He made everyone quiet, some of us a little jealous (no one you’d know) and everybody very glad they were at The Midnight Sun that night.

I’m far from alone in placing Elliot in the very special category of people who were simply touched with that thing. Whatever you want to call it, you know what it is when you see it. It visits a lot of people briefly here and there but the ones that it haunts all the time are the rare ones we say are possessed with “genius”. Elliot Smith was certainly one of those people.

R.I.P. Elliot Smith.

Flyer by yours truly.

12:21am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zl8DhvITgcrL
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Filed under: elliot smith sarah dougher jen smith jason traeger jason o'd traeger midnight sun psylocibin billy bragg mushrooms olympia sanfrancisco heatmiser 
March 20, 2012

LIVE AT YO YO A GO GO  OLYMPIA 1997
 Yo-Yo-A-Go-Go festival at the Capitol Theater in Olympia in 1997. The brilliant / hilarious Chris Smith from Karp played drums with me at this show.  In the background you can see Carrie Brownstein of Sleater-Kinney, Wild Flag, Portl…well, you know… and next to her is future Academy Award winner Audrey Marrs. Two wonderful women I’m am very fortunate to know. Photo by Brett Sandstrom.
Jason Traeger ~ Capitol Theatre - Olympia ~ 1997 by brettbigb on Flickr.

LIVE AT YO YO A GO GO  OLYMPIA 1997

 Yo-Yo-A-Go-Go festival at the Capitol Theater in Olympia in 1997. The brilliant / hilarious Chris Smith from Karp played drums with me at this show.  In the background you can see Carrie Brownstein of Sleater-Kinney, Wild Flag, Portl…well, you know… and next to her is future Academy Award winner Audrey Marrs. Two wonderful women I’m am very fortunate to know. Photo by Brett Sandstrom.

Jason Traeger ~ Capitol Theatre - Olympia ~ 1997 by brettbigb on Flickr.

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5:43pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zl8DhvIJVqVU
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Filed under: Jason Traeger audrey marrs capitol theater carrie brownstein chris smith karp olympia yo yo a go go 
March 20, 2012

MOULD MAP #1 2010
I did the paintings that grace the front and back cover of Mould Map #1. I am quite proud of how it turned out. Landfill Editions, London. 2010.
http://mouldmap.com/category/uncategorized/

MOULD MAP #1 2010

I did the paintings that grace the front and back cover of Mould Map #1. I am quite proud of how it turned out. Landfill Editions, London. 2010.

http://mouldmap.com/category/uncategorized/

(Source: thirstysurfer)

4:40pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zl8DhvIJGNQ4
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Filed under: mould map landfill editions Jason Traeger 
March 20, 2012
WE CAN DO WHATEVER WE WANT COMP. 1980’s
We Can Do Whatever We Want compilation LP. Mid 80’s. BCT records. San Diego, CA. One of the only vinyl releases by BCT cassette label. I drew the cover to Chris BCT’s specification. Classic theme: sobbing record executive in his suit and tie gets served by a spiky haired punk who doesn’t give a s—t about his contracts, money and gold records. Truth be told those record executives gave less than a s—t about anything to do with hardcore at the time. Now there is no record industry: punks win?

WE CAN DO WHATEVER WE WANT COMP. 1980’s

We Can Do Whatever We Want compilation LP. Mid 80’s. BCT records. San Diego, CA. One of the only vinyl releases by BCT cassette label. I drew the cover to Chris BCT’s specification. Classic theme: sobbing record executive in his suit and tie gets served by a spiky haired punk who doesn’t give a s—t about his contracts, money and gold records. Truth be told those record executives gave less than a s—t about anything to do with hardcore at the time. Now there is no record industry: punks win?

4:27pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zl8DhvIJDLgE
Filed under: Jason Traeger bct rattus raw power san diego 
March 20, 2012
DENNIS DRISCOLL, AL LARSEN, JASON TRAEGER 1990’s
Show flyer. Portland, OR. 90’s. I do remember this show.It was at the Meow Meow when the club was over by the wonderful Nicholas Restaurant off Grand. I remember feeling deeply depressed and sad that night. There was no one at the show and I was in crisis. Bad combo. Love Al and Dennis though! Great guys.

DENNIS DRISCOLL, AL LARSEN, JASON TRAEGER 1990’s

Show flyer. Portland, OR. 90’s. I do remember this show.It was at the Meow Meow when the club was over by the wonderful Nicholas Restaurant off Grand. I remember feeling deeply depressed and sad that night. There was no one at the show and I was in crisis. Bad combo. Love Al and Dennis though! Great guys.

3:59pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zl8DhvIJ6phZ
(Notes: 2)
  
Filed under: dennis driscoll al larsen jason traeger meow meow 
March 20, 2012
HELP ANNA OXYGEN TOUR NURSING HOMES 1990’s
Show flyer. Olympia. 90’s. Tracy Robo went on to fame as Tracy and the Plastics, Anna Oxygen is keeping it very real to this day, Microphones is Mt Eerie, Dennis Driscoll is NOT in jail, Clarity Miller is alive and well and ruling Etsy, Khaela Maricich is The Blow don’t ya know. I’m…me.

HELP ANNA OXYGEN TOUR NURSING HOMES 1990’s

Show flyer. Olympia. 90’s. Tracy Robo went on to fame as Tracy and the Plastics, Anna Oxygen is keeping it very real to this day, Microphones is Mt Eerie, Dennis Driscoll is NOT in jail, Clarity Miller is alive and well and ruling Etsy, Khaela Maricich is The Blow don’t ya know. I’m…me.

3:58pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zl8DhvIJ6eNC
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Filed under: anna oxygen dennis driscoll jason traeger khaela maricich microphones mt eerie tracy and the plastics olympia 
March 20, 2012
BANGS/JASON TRAEGER TOUR 1998
LtoR: Jason Traeger, Jesse Fox, Sarah Utter. Bangs/Jason Traeger tour. Columbia, Mo. late 90’s.

BANGS/JASON TRAEGER TOUR 1998

LtoR: Jason Traeger, Jesse Fox, Sarah Utter. Bangs/Jason Traeger tour. Columbia, Mo. late 90’s.

3:57pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zl8DhvIJ6VXT
Filed under: bangs jason traeger jesse fox sarah utter olympia 
March 20, 2012
YOGO GOOGOO PIC 1997
Yo-Yo-a-Go-Go 1997. At the Capitol Theater in Olympia, WA. This is the show I played with Chris Smith from KARP on drums.  I played two of the YOYO fests it might have been this one or maybe the other one that KARP played one of the most amazing shows I’ve ever seen. Chris borrowed my guitar to play that show, the one I’m playing in this photo. I’ll do a whole post about my guitar.

YOGO GOOGOO PIC 1997

Yo-Yo-a-Go-Go 1997. At the Capitol Theater in Olympia, WA. This is the show I played with Chris Smith from KARP on drums.  I played two of the YOYO fests it might have been this one or maybe the other one that KARP played one of the most amazing shows I’ve ever seen. Chris borrowed my guitar to play that show, the one I’m playing in this photo. I’ll do a whole post about my guitar.

3:56pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zl8DhvIJ6GIS
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Filed under: olympia Yoyo-A-Go-Go Jason Traeger chris smith KARP 
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