I adore Dagmar, but am quick to dismiss some of the music she listens to due to my own closed-mindedness, especially about anything remotely resembling the 80s. I tend to shut down as soon as I see fringed scarves over t-shirts or hear those familiar new-wave sounds I suffered through in high school.
Fortunately, bands like The Royal Bear are here to help me through this self-induced stubbornness. Though their sound reminds me of a time I try to psychologically block, The Royal Bear allows me to see past their 80s-influenced roots and hear them for what they are, which is a talented modern band. They sounded terrific at Dagmar’s Blue Moon birthday show and I’ll definitely see them again.
Blood Red Dancers also took me by surprise. I listened to them before the show and was expecting something more Doors-influenced and straightforward than the original sound and intensity that is Blood Red Dancers live. Wow.
The only act on Dagmar’s bill I’d seen prior to her show was opener Gabe Mintz, a gifted singer/songwriter whose passion for his music is matched only by his talent. Trent Moorman joined Gabe for a few songs, drumming on an empty water cooler bottle and bongos. It was a lovely set and a great way to start the night.
Dagmar put together a show worthy of the occasion, and even though she was unable to attend, her presence was felt in the music she chose and the friends there to support her. Thanks to the bands, the Blue Moon and everyone who came out for making it a special night.
More pix from Dagmar’s birthday show and many others at the Blue Moon can be found in their photo set.
I was at the Blue Moon last night for Diminished Men and Wah Wah Exit Wound, and left before The Abodox played their set. I assume what happened after the show means I won’t get a second chance to see them on one of my favorite stages, and that’s fine by me. Here’s how Blue Moon’s JJ recounts the stupidity to Line Out’s Dave Segal:
Thanks again for coming down. It was a five star show. However, something happened afterwards that soured the experience for all involved.
You probably noticed the painting behind the stage, the one with all the beer cans. It was done by our bartender Mary McIntyre:
So I noticed the Abadox drummer admiring the painting during load-in. It’s a frequent occurrence, given the nature of the artwork.
While the band is loading out, I notice their drummer trying to smuggle something out the door behind their amps. Turns out it was the very same painting. I busted him on the spot and got nothing but a bunch of smart-ass conjecture. He told one of our regulars that he loved the painting and, since no one else could possibly appreciate its majesty, he decided to liberate it.
He put his time into it — the painting was secured to the wall via a mounting. His unleashing involved unscrewing the painting from the wall. This was not a drunken grab. It was a painstaking labor. I admit that I was not paying attention to the stage at the time, but it’s rare that a band tries to steal from us. We run a good ship.
When accosted outside, I was met with nothing but a smart-ass attitude. “Yeah, I tried to steal your painting and I got caught,” he said. “I don’t know what the big deal is.”
The other band members weren’t much help. I gave them the benefit of the doubt — they didn’t steal anything — but surely they must have been aware of their drummer’s doings. And the more I and some of our regulars laid into him about it, the more flip and sarcastic he became. It took a lot of resistance to not make things physical, especially as the harangues kept on coming. He just plastered on a shit eating grin on his face and continued to flaunt his transgression.
What sucks is that he ruined an otherwise fantastic night of music. What sucks even more is that I paid the band before one of the members decided to go all jackass on us.
When I told him word would be getting out about this, he smiled even bigger and said to yes, by all means, let people know what he did. So here you go.
I’m heading out to this year’s West Seattle Summer Festival Friday after work mainly for Mudhoney, though the rest of the evening’s lineup, including Mark Pickerel & His Praying Hands and Black Panties is certainly worth the trip. The festivities and music continue Saturday and Sunday.
I haven’t seen Mudhoney in nearly a year, since they (or No Age – who were amazing) over-rocked KEXP‘s parking lot PA system. I shouldn’t blame the bands as I don’t know what actually happened – mid-way through Mudhoney’s set, a horrible melting-plastic smell overtook those of us at the stage and the sound cut out. I fled before the situation was remedied and Mudhoney finished their set.
Are you heading out to the festival? Taking pix? Throw them in the Backbeat Seattle photo pool!