The Seattle creative sector needs to decide whether or not to grow to accommodate the considerable talent that has grown out of the Puget Sound region over the past decade. Don't get me wrong, one of the great things about this city is its people's commitment to small business, grassroots organization and By The People, For The People directives. Still, it doesn't do us much good if all of our strongest musicians, actors, artists and writers have to go somewhere else to get the attention and facilities they deserve. When it comes to music Seattle has done well enough to foster rock, but we're living in the 21st century, there's more to the modern soundscape than guitars. Our hip hop and electronic music community becomes more interesting every year. If the acts at The Seattle Music Revival are any indication, we may just be standing on a wellspring of undiscovered talent.
Kevin made his way to Seattle, much to the sorrow of rock scene in Spokane. His move slated the demise of his band Water Street (once known as Take Charge), though he cut his teeth in such bands as Big Yuck Mouth, The Happy Dead Juans, and Red Summer. He has established himself as the premiere dough slinger in town.
Dee made his way over to Seattle many years ago, but was a glutton for punishment and took residence back in the Lilac City.
A few months later they began writing songs, and each brought their unique flavor to songwriting: Dan's catchy melodies, Nicole's poetic lyrics, and Matt's ability to capture any genre from rasta-baltic to sea shanties. They discovered a common theme in their passion for environmental issues, and now write songs about everything from energy conservation to thinking your phone is ringing in your pocket when it's not.
I prefer daydreams over reality.
Music is my muse.
I write and record in my basement.
I have trouble sleeping.
These songs are all I have to show for my sleepless nights.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed creating them.
It means the world to know someone is out there listening.
You have no idea how much I appreciate you.
When you're standing in a sparsely populated music venue watching a band kick a dozen different kinds of ass, you have to ask why the crowd isn't as thick as it should be. Was it a problem with the promotion? The billing? The time or the place? In the case of The Seattle Music Revival, it was a deadly combination of all four of those things. The real shame about it is that the show featured an impressive collection of very talented artists. If anyone had actually attended, it would have been a downright legendary festival. As it stands, The Seattle Music Revival will either be considered an earnest attempt at a powerful showcase that fell short, or the event that launched a handful of cult bands.
SuperSones represent this rich musical tradition with a wide range of classic and original songs in the many genres within the Son family: bolero, cha cha cha, guaracha, and son montuno among others. The group plays songs written by some of the greatest composers of Cuban popular music including Compay Segundo, Miguel Matamoros, Isaac Oviedo, and Arsenio Rodriguez.
is a West Coast super-group, consisting of the cream of California’s underground hip-hop scene, namely Phil the Agony, Mitchy Slick and Krondon. Over the years, Strong Arm Steady has toured relentlessly and pounded the mixtape circuit for years, independently distributing over 200,000 mixtapes worldwide. SAS has become the staple sound of the new West Coast movement.
Strong Arm Steady’s debut album, Deep Hearted, (featuring Chamillionaire, Juvenile, Black Thought of The Roots, Xzibit, Talib Kweli, Dilated Peoples, Ras Kass and more) is the culmination of years of hard work. Their never ending grind and consistent track record of creating great music shows why Strong Arm Steady is a force to be reckoned with.
WHY? For what? Which reason, cause or purpose? What unnamed goal?
In abstract, WHY? is the process of adapting to the business of existing. It’s the searching for something clearly unreachable, with hopes of finding small significance along the way. It’s the attempt to understand what’s really going on by observing, neither by telescope nor microscope, but by naked eye, the intimate details in the most mundane of life’s happenings. It’s the need to describe the gist of the feeling of the tiniest modicum of The Great Universal Unutterable Joke we are all always not laughing at – except when we are. WHY? is living out the set-up of that old gag over and over, until we finally reach a punch-line. Or we die and we don't.