tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17349398354862161172024-03-13T01:12:57.965-07:00SNAZZY BOUQUETSarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comBlogger340125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-11820115678572083322015-03-01T13:52:00.005-08:002015-03-01T13:55:49.503-08:00Strange TripsClocking in for the first time in 2015. To say that my life has become totally foreign to me in the past 3 months would be a whopping understatement. But, you know... silver lining, oh-blah-di-oh-blah-dah, etc etc into infinity. So I'm moving. For a minute. 105 miles south. Then, who knows. Do you live in Portland, Oregon and have a bike you'd like to loan me for the month of March? I need to DO THINGS like haul records down to Beech Street Parlor for this real good time on Wednesday the 4th.<br />
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DJ HELL BOOKS (the one and only <a href="http://hornetleg.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Chris Sutton</a>) and DJ MISS U (points for creativity, I know!) will be playing all the hits and the non-hits and especially popular songs made weird on moog so they sound like outer space cartoon anthems. In heartbreaking news:</div>
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Rosebud departed earth to terrorize/entertain the afterlife. Very suddenly. One day she was being the insane Lumberjackal, and the next she was lackluster. Cancer everywhere. Two weeks from diagnosis to death. I loved her so.<br />
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She wasn't really allowed stuffed squeaky toys because she could eviscerate them in 5 minutes. Tennis balls and ropes were harder to destroy and seemed to suffice. But, in those past two weeks, she got every squeaky toy her little heart desired. Rosebuddy. Little Skookums. Baby. Rosebored. Rosebad. Rbud. Little Girl.<br />
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I went back to scrubby old Sun Valley, CA to scatter some of her ashes. In the thorny yard (complete with black widows) that she loved so much.<br />
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One of the first things she did after arriving as a foster puppy was eat an entire paddle off of the prickly pear. ROSEBUD!<br />
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Outside of the sadness of saying goodbye to my pup and my former life (the house is a studio now, so strange being back in my bedroom. I turned 30 there. Turning 40 this year), visiting LA was great as per usual. Check out these goofballs, all hopped up on adrenaline and LIES while playing the best punk dice game ever, Kariki. <br />
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And back in Olympia, I've been jamming with the Mona Reels, now featuring Corey + Bonus Mike of <a href="https://soundcloud.com/vexxolympia" target="_blank">Vexx</a> on drums and guitar, respectively. Love this group of people, and look at my old art studio! Gear debacle. Marshall storage unit. Cord chaos. Part of my life's blood.Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-71512753170193987072014-06-26T23:50:00.000-07:002014-06-27T00:14:41.339-07:00Face broke/off/whateverI consider myself an optimist. I mean, I'm a Virgo! So maybe I'm just reaching for optimism, but goddammit if I'm not gonna give that 110%! If I work and practice and work and practice, I'm gonna be GREAT (humbly, of course) at being positive.<br />
Trauma's a real beast. Physical trauma is an interesting dog. I am almost healed from a severe hematoma, aka The Ugliest Black Eye ever, and now I broke my face again. Its perhaps no biggie: broken nose (my 3rd, the other two from being a kid). But I can't breathe right and have an even uglier flatenning/bigger bump. And it HURTS. Black eye looked awful but didn't hurt after the initial whack.. this one just throbs and calcifies into a bigger uglier mutant scar. Vanity is just that; my poor face. This is something different. A nagging depression that you're owed you're comeuppance from the universe. Why so many endless harsh lessons after lessons?<br />
I'm lucky. I love my little family. I get to paint for a job. My friends are my greatest allies/mentors. But injury post injury, it is a drag. It just started pouring June rain as I typed this, my wishes answered, luck after all.Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-14492890097241651862014-05-15T15:07:00.005-07:002014-05-21T10:22:52.728-07:00Kamilche Scene ReportSooooo... all of these things happened recently.<br />
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1. I broke my face, but at least I match the buoy.<br />
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2. I did a live painting demo in the window of my friend's shop, Psychic Sister. J-Tro accompanied me by playing some electronic music. Super fun! I painted a quick portrait from the cover of a Martin Denny record.. lettering is not my strong-suit.</div>
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Made this flyer for the event..</div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">3. I painted this cat, Frankie, as a commission for my friend Bridget's birthday. (Excuse the barrel distortion).</span></div>
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4. I went to Arizona as a tourist for the most excellent wedding of a hilarious friend I've known for 20 years. And met my spirit instrument at the MIND BLOWING <a href="http://mim.org/visit/plan-your-visit/">Musical Instrument Museum</a>.</div>
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5. I painted this cat on commission, Leroy:</div>
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6. And this one, Freya (which I unfortunately did not take a very good picture of):</div>
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8. Painted Vic the dog for Vic's Pizzeria (again, I take pretty bad pictures of my work, need to hire a pro).</div>
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10. And.. coming soon: a new wine label for the super rad <a href="http://deuxpunx.com/">Deux Punx</a> winos.</div>
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Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-52330443986857516302013-11-18T13:21:00.001-08:002013-11-18T13:23:40.672-08:00Prints/RevolutionAhhh.. yes! Found this one today. A print I made for an auction a while back. Thanks to the always inspiring Pat R. for the quote:<br />
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WE PLAYED FOR TWO HOURS STRAIGHT TO THIS SOVIET MASTERPIECE! <i>'October: Ten Days That Shook The World', dir. Sergei Eisenstein, 1928. </i>Dave, Rachel, Joaquin, Reuben and myself wearing our <a href="http://olympiafilmsociety.org/october-ten-days-that-shook-the-world-with-live-musical-accompaniment-with-local-orchestra-rocknho/">crazed 1973 commie freakazoid 'roller</a> personas. Most fun I've had in a couple of years, honestly. </div>
Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-14723685455832990612013-10-09T22:01:00.000-07:002013-11-14T12:06:37.953-08:00WHALEThere's a whale in our inlet. Again. The last time was a real bad bummer, an injured whale that flopped around dying in front of our house, in the water, for a spell. Heartbreaking. This one is possibly a grey whale, and so might just be a little off course. Still, its eerie. I went out on the deck tonight and could hear it breathing. About every 45 seconds or so, the breath/blowhole/gasp would travel, thousands of feet to the north, until it was out of hearing range, just the shriek of angry seagulls to track its course. This is a map of the Puget Sound, and where we live. We live at the red arrow. Its the end, the end of the Sound, and so when whales come here, its worrisome.<br />
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Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-58001638605987190392013-09-18T13:24:00.004-07:002013-09-18T13:27:31.458-07:00Walk For WitchesYesterday: Michelle, Stephie, Jennyrose and myself piled into the tiny silver Hyundai and hightailed it to Redmond, Washington. The skies were dumping rain all over Olympia when we left, we huddled in the open door of the record store in trepidation. Stephie: "This is, like, Biblical!". We brought plastic sacks for our shoes, and a shower curtain for.. a picnic blanket? Blasting Dusty Springfield and Subway Sect ("<i>Life.. Is.. Chain.. Smoking"</i>) on the ride up. I think maybe we all stepped through a little rip in the time/space continuim, becoming 15 again. The skies cleared, the moon rose over a friendly, grassy little park in NE Seattle, and then she appeared:<br />
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We tailgated it after the show, eating chevre and figs like all punks do in the parking lot. We waited until everyone left, why not? I don't think any of us wanted to go home just yet. And tonight, I'm doing it all over again, going to Seattle with JT for Neko Case. Its a full moon and I have a raging case of emotional vulnerability (aka 'pms'), so I'm listening to her music today and practicing holding back tears, because I hate crying in public, and its going to be a challenge. If you flex the muscles under your eyeballs and squint up and to the right, it staves them off a bit. Pro tip. </div>
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Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-50305381850475707132013-09-17T11:41:00.002-07:002013-09-17T13:04:59.501-07:00Thirty-GreatI haven't found the inspiration to post on here in a while, but all of a sudden tons of exciting things are happening! First and foremost, over a year ago I sent a plea into the Universe for a Mustang bass, and left it at that: <a href="http://sarahutter.blogspot.com/2012/04/yesterday-i-showed-up-for-western-hymn.html">revisit here</a>. Tomorrow she shall be mine! From a friend, for a very very very decent price. And why do I need a solid bass, since Western Hymn is breaking up and I'm actually a guitar player? Because I have signed up for an insane project:<br />
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Also, my friend and bandmate Craig is moving to Los Angeles in November, so we're playing a string of final Western Hymn shows in late October/early November.. and recording an album! Best to get everything documented. The little band that could. J-Tro gave us a nice shout-out in <a href="http://this-is-your-life-now.tumblr.com/post/61346673021/this-is-your-list-now-21-with-unwound">this post</a>.</div>
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And finally, I'll be celebrating turning 38 this weekend with my virtual Sept. 21st birthday buds. An eclectic mix, no? Early revelry begins tonight at Blondie/X in Seattle, and tomorrow at Neko Case. Busy times! Oh yeah, and I just took on a painting commission with a tight deadline. COFFEEEEEE.</div>
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So I just layed down for a while and floated around in the silence. Not a soul in sight. I made it back to the dock eventually, and walked home, and then read <a href="http://www.cbc.ca/news/technology/story/2013/06/07/tech-jellyfish-bloom-quirks.html">this depressing article</a>. But then i read <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/12/02/magazine/can-a-jellyfish-unlock-the-secret-of-immortality.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0">this fascinating article</a>! And finally, I wondered what life would be like if your job title was 'Jellyfish Expert'. </div>
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Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-4719004023061446982013-06-03T21:56:00.001-07:002013-06-03T23:00:27.890-07:00Echo PeopleSaw this on the interwebs tonight, cool time capsule:<br />
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One of my first official graphic design jobs (meaning I made the layers on the copy machine, and the offset printers figured out the rest) in 1995. <a href="http://shop.krecs.com/products/klp055" target="_blank">Project Echo</a>, a 7-inch compilation on cd for K Records. Calvin had some sort of idea that I should be let loose in the graphic room for a while. And then -- poof! -- 18 years later:</div>
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<i>*was just thinking about how often the circle comes up in imagery for me.. most of my paintings have a ton. prints too. its an attractive shape to me, apparently more captivating than the square or triangle. a quick search gleans this information: "Circles are often seen as protective symbols. Standing within a circle
shields a person from supernatural dangers or influences outside of the
circle. Conversely, a circle can also be containing, keeping that which
is inside from been released" or, in sacred geometry, "recurrence, solar cycles, all cyclic motion, dynamism, endless movement, completion and fulfillmen</i><i>t." </i>Oooooooo. O. Oh, also: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5H0s6jAp2Dk" target="_blank">MOVIETIME</a>!</div>
Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-53074840967638335852013-04-23T15:54:00.003-07:002013-04-23T21:02:44.404-07:00Olive.I haven't written on here in a while, not sure why. But today (a glorious sunny spring day in Kamilche) it feels important to write. To remember all the beautiful moments, all the special things about little Olive. A sweet, funny, beautiful girl. My Olive.<br />
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I found her when she was a kitten. We were both kittens, really.. I was 22 years old and going through a difficult breakup. My ex and I still spent time together, grieving the relationship I suppose. We went garage sale-ing one day. I can't remember if I came home with anything else of note, but I did return with a furry little creature. A young girl was with her mother, watching over their yard sale. She stood next to a box of kittens, maybe 10 or 12 weeks old. We fawned over how cute they were, and the girl convinced me to pick one out. I still remember her words when I asked her which one I should take home. 'The girl ones are smarter. Get a girl'. She pointed to a little black-and-white tuxedo baby, and I chose Olive. The child had made birth certificates for each one (I still have Olive's, somewhere in a box of old things). Her name on the birth certificate was 'Mittens Jr.'. Mittens was her mother.<br />
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Olive was different, even for a cat. She was the yin to Ringo's yang. Ringo does cat stuff-- he hunts and grooms and demands attention with his loud half-siamese yowl. Olive was always mute. She never learned to meow. If she needed anything, she would use her little white paws to make jazz hands on the door. She had a powerful purr of contentment, like a motorboat. She wasn't a lap cat, she preferred to snooze somewhere near me. She loved sleeping. She loved tranquility. She embodied a sort of zen-like peace throughout 99% of her life.<br />
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Olive loved lights. Justin and I often joked that she was on some sort of long, strange drug trip. When I lived in a ground-floor apartment on a busy street, she would follow the arc of passing headlights as they played on the walls. Another joke was that she was either enlightened, like a buddha, or dumb as a box of rocks. My mom, who often took care of my cats when I was away on tour, said that Olive's role in this world was to be peaceful and beautiful. And she was.<br />
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She had black velvety fur and was always formally dressed. She didn't care much for grooming, and Ringo often picked up the slack, giving her tongue baths until it ultimately, usually, ended in a slight catfight. She seemed to tolerate it for a bit until he really went to town, lording over her, aggressively licking her head and ears. Then, a low growl would come out and I would break it up. So I guess she wasn't quite mute, she just chose to remain quiet and still most of the time.<br />
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She had the most glorious moustache of white whiskers, almost like a walrus. And beautiful yellow eyes that often seemed to be staring off into some blissful otherworldly view. She spent hours and hours occupying her favorite sleeping spaces. She would change these up every month or two. Sometimes it was the guest bed, sometimes the chair in the living room. For a while she decided that snoozing on top of a cardboard box full of records was the best. She thoroughly basked in wonderful cat laziness. While Ringo would go in and out, in and out, in and out all day long, she slept.<br />
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Maybe even more than sleeping, Olive loved food. She was somewhat of a glutton with the belly to prove it. She was a petite girl in build, with a round little head like an apple. But her belly swung from side to side when she ran -- and the only time she ran was when it was food time. She preferred the junkiest of cat foods, Friskies. Canned for breakfast and dinner, and dry crunchies for all day and night snacking. I made a feeble attempt to convert her to higher-quality cat food from the fancy pet store. She protested, and I gave in. The cheap food (always 'sliced in gravy', her favorite) made her incredibly happy. Aside from the gravy, she had an obsession with dairy. No matter where she was sleeping in the house, if I opened a tub of yogurt, ice cream, cottage cheese -- anything made of dairy-- she instantly materialized. 'The Dairy Detective'. She would sit in front of me, make her eyes big and wet, and purr, begging for a bit. I usually gave in. After all, she was one of the world's cutest cats. Hard to resist.<br />
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She loved the fireplace. In the last weeks of hospice care, I tried to make fires for her every night. I failed a few times, but mostly upheld my end of the bargain. She would curl up-- or stretch out-- on a pile of blankets and I would sit next to her, us both staring into the fire, her purring when I scratched behind her ears or under her chin. I took time to tell her she was beautiful and that I was lucky to have her. That she was the best cat in the world. That she brought peace, and that I loved her.<br />
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When the end came, we buried her body in her favorite sunny spot. Under the fallen maple leaves, between two stands of flowers, overlooking the water. She loved new age guitar music (Alex DeGrassi) and strangely, Aphex Twin. This might be related to her aformentioned long, strange drug trip. I once remarked that if she had thumbs, she'd be happily flipping through a sailboat catalogue, fire roaring, listening to her music, blissed out.<br />
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Olive taught me about peace, about tranquility, about beauty and about feasting and resting. To languish in all the things that bring pleasure. To exist as a quiet soul and watch the world. I hope I did right by her. She had the best life a cat could ask for, and I love her deeply for growing up with me.Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-64050474424724090262013-01-26T15:11:00.001-08:002013-01-26T15:12:01.471-08:00Puget Sound Sunset's FineI am often shuffling around an idea of my Top Ten Albums of All Time. Though it has morphed and changed over the years, there are a few constants, and <i>The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society </i>is always on there. Nearly every track is golden. Not on the record is one of their biggest hits, Waterloo Sunset.. its sometimes hard for me to hear that song with fresh ears, just because its been a radio standby since I was a kid. But <a href="http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/75148/" target="_blank">the lyrics</a>, oh man, I love them. And they particularly resonated with me last night, as I sat in the front room watching the moonrise over Kamilche:<br />
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<i>As long as I gaze on/ Puget Sound sunset/ I am in paradise</i>.</div>
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*photo by my neighbor, Jerry.Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-92137787801098073252013-01-22T12:57:00.002-08:002013-01-22T12:57:34.815-08:00New Rules<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
These arrived in the mail! New stickers for the shop.. a low-cost version of the <a href="http://www.buyolympia.com/q/Item=absolutely-no-drum-circles" target="_blank">letterpress print</a> that I crank out by hand. They'll be up on my <a href="http://www.buyolympia.com/q/Artist=Sarah+Utter" target="_blank">Buyolympia</a> page in a few days. 'Hey man, spontaneous music happens'. I SAY NO. </div>
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Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-35873013481393062162013-01-07T22:29:00.002-08:002013-01-22T01:33:34.989-08:00Rosebud8 1/2 years, going strong. The Lumberjackal, aka the most confusing feral beast I've ever met. I think, though not completely sure, that she might love me. But she's a cool customer.<br /><br />
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I can't write at all when I'm super stressed, which is why I deleted the last post: it read like a eulogy for this animal who (obviously) is gonna live to 100. Long live the couch potato hound, she of the bum back leg. Big ears, Roman nose, pastrami lips. Love her.Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-79436511811794118612013-01-02T15:21:00.001-08:002013-01-02T15:21:24.024-08:00Future PerfectHaven't been updating this thing regularly, apologies! It comes in spurts and fits (my ability/discipline to write/document the day-to-day). New Years was nice.. quiet, a few good friends trekked out Kamilche, and we rang in 2013 with some dice-rolling and cheese-feasting. Today the skies are crisp and blue with the occasional adolescent bald eagle cruising by; Totten Inlet is calm, serene. Mason County life! Its a beautiful place.<br />
There is something very, very exciting coming up in my life in 2013. I'm going to Africa! Kenya, to be specific, and Nairobi/Mombasa to be even more specific. Jt and I are traveling halfway around the world to visit old friends from Olympia that are living the dream in Africa. I'm most excited to see wildlife, and to taste crazy food, and to visit a continent that I have not step foot upon. What will swimming in the Indian Ocean feel like? I've missed the Southern Hemisphere, haven't been down that way since 2001! Wild.<br />
So that's the gist of it. More art, hopefully more music, and definitely more traveling!Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-27501448372031333092012-11-17T12:56:00.000-08:002012-11-17T13:02:29.366-08:00Shake Rats<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<br />Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-50480648321518906482012-11-17T01:06:00.001-08:002012-11-17T13:04:55.852-08:00'If You're Into Grunge'You guys, I think I just found the best thing ever, right here on my way to bed. I'm not sure which weird vein of internet boredom and sleuthing led me to this; a review of a 7-inch I recorded in Calvin's basement and put out on K Records when I was 19. Behold: Plastique!<br />
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"The LP (<i>ed. note: its actually a 3-song 7-inch</i>) is pretty good... if you're into 90's grunge. The Plastique sound replicates a very stoned Nirvana with a girl lead. Their lyrics are yummy, the sound/quality of the sound sits just where it should, and the only thing this album leaves me with is a thought of, "I want more." "De-Real" is almost non-existent and unimportant compared to "Xanax, baby" and "the K-I-L-L"... so why they named their album (<i>ed. note: 7-inch!</i>) after it is beyond me. But the songs make up for what "De-Real" lacks: catchy phrases, and upbeat music that makes you pretty sure this band needs some Zoloft."<br />
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And today I'll be jamming with two youngsters. Excited to see what happens. My guitar skills are.. rusty? Dormant. Volcano-style.<br />
<br />Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-76201533318265481312012-10-31T14:30:00.001-07:002012-10-31T14:30:00.702-07:00HAPPY HALLOWEEN!Because its never too late to be a high school goth kid:<br />
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And now its off to work. I've pulled six shifts this week! I've muddled through god knows how many pounds of limes. I'm taking next week off: too much jobby-job and not enough art/music gives me a case of the sads. Oh! One more souvenir from this week - my contribution to our community's <a href="http://ecolocalizer.com/2011/04/10/olympia-loves-planned-parenthood/" target="_blank">40 Days of Kindness</a> campaign for the staff and patrons of downtown Olympia's Planned Parenthood. They have to put up with the moping pro-lifers who park in front of their building w/ the mutilated fetus billboards, so we take turns showering the office with gifts. I made a last dash to the neighborhood flower farm for dahlias:<br />
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<i>Thank you Planned Parenthood! Love, Olympia.</i><br />
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Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-19317681495304401932012-10-19T14:03:00.000-07:002012-10-20T16:48:09.810-07:00Hives of Scum and Villainy Drove around town yesterday trying to track down old punk houses and photograph them before they're all gone/remodled. The infamous Lucky 7 house, where I saw a million great shows in high school and then moved into when I was 20, is boarded up and slated for demolition. Already gone are the Haunted House, House of Doom, and plenty of others. Here's what I've collected so far:<br />
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<i>Lucky 7. This house holds the most memories for me. Shows, friends, craziness. Bangs played our first show in the basement. I think we played with Bikini Kill.. man, my memory is so terrible. 15 years ago!</i></div>
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<i>Phoenix House. I tumbled down the basement stairs 11 years ago and (upon collecting myself) suggested to J-Tro that he kiss me. He fell for it!</i></div>
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<i>Central House. This was a tough one to find.. I followed my old skateboarding path backwards from the Puget Pantry payphone (we had no phone) to the house. I can't believe this place is still standing! It even looks fancy compared to its state of disrepair in the 90's. I lived with six dudes. Plastique played our first show in the basement.</i></div>
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<br />Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-19238906469245516842012-09-21T21:00:00.001-07:002012-09-21T21:01:07.894-07:003720 years ago today:<br />
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My 17th birthday. First guitar, a bright red cheap-o Yamaha from local music store MUSIC6000. Oversized striped shirt, ankh necklace(!), tight black jeans, and I'm guessing Converse low-tops or fake Doc Martens. We used to drive up to Seattle in Karla's beat-up old Subaru hatchback and hit the University District: high school kids on a mission for records, tshirts, weird jewelry. Blasting Mudhoney's <i>You Got It/Keep It Outta My Face</i>. The best part of this picture? As my friend Adam pointed out.. I didn't even know how to put the strap on the right way. <i>How does this thing work?!</i><br />
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Today, I'm much the same. I almost faltered when someone asked me how old I was: "Twenty-Seven". Ha! I tried the mantra 'Treat Yourself'.. very difficult for a Virgo, I think. So I went into town and bought so much delicious food and bevs for my friends who are coming over for the end-of-summer bbq tomorrow. And then I met up with one of my favorite friends, Michelle, and ate seaweed salad and crab and spicy tuna and sake. I always learn something from Michelle. Tonight? Just bummin' around Kamilche. Feels good.<br />
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<i>P.S. Thanks Mom and Dad for the guitar!</i>Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-22708706025833466462012-09-17T20:08:00.002-07:002013-01-08T17:42:46.371-08:00They Live By Nightlife<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I love my 8-hour-a-week jobby-job. In fact, I'm about to <a href="http://qb-roni.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">head down there</a> right now.. I will muddle, strain, shake, and garnish just for you. On top of that, I will bring you heaping plates of delicious food. When I got out of the 'service industry' (see: working super cool jobs for my friends that own local businesses.. just got bummed/exhausted by humans along the way) about 8 years ago, I said 'NEVER AGAIN'. And I had a good run! But there is something so special about this little room that I lord over twice a week. It is attached to a bustling and bright restaurant, but over in my tiny area, its all glow-y and sweet. Like a clubhouse? Or a little orb of comfort swathed in dark pink light.</div>
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<i>And my own scratchy mix of upper and lowercase! Gonna re-do this whole sucker in the next few weeks for fall/winter.</i></div>
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<i>Fresh fruit. Yes! This is a Rose's-Lime-Free-Zone. That little muddler has caused me some grief, but acupuncture and <a href="http://www.naturalnews.com/027066_basil_anti-inflammatory_natural.html" target="_blank">eating basil all the time</a> helps.</i></div>
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<i>QB, built upon the ashes of China Town, a restaurant staple of 4th Ave. since the 60's, and a mysterious/crippling drinking spot for my friends back in the day. Always the last ditch, why not? These little pagoda lights are the last souvenirs.</i></div>
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<i>If you're ever in downtown Oly, come find me. If you happen to land in the <a href="https://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&ie=UTF-8&q=quality+burrito+olympia&fb=1&gl=us&hq=quality+burrito&hnear=0x5491c9c1ae285569:0x4f146197e2881b83,Olympia,+WA&cid=0,0,12707315099527861951&ei=MedXUMfrKuWriAL7ioCIAQ&sqi=2&ved=0CIgBEPwSMAA" target="_blank">QB Lounge</a> during my 8-hour workweek, I promise to treat you right!</i></div>
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Have you ever had sodium-induced vertigo? Its a real weird time. The last big event hit me after a night of reckless gorging on Tater TotsĀ®. I was in Portland, Oregon at a friend's house, and for some reason all of us (normally food-sensible folks in our 30's and 40's) decided to pretend we were 21 and consume ridiculous amounts of the barrel-shaped potato units. And the next morning, I stood up and promptly fell over. The spells came and went for a week or so.</div>
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But for all of <a href="http://30daysofboring.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">my good behavior</a>, there are moments of convenience and terrible decisions are made. On friday, in Portland (again! something about PDX makes me stray into dangerous deep-fry territory), I was short on time and tall on hunger and had to cram something into my gullet pre-show. Bar food was had. A tuna melt and fries were my dinner. Breakfast the next morning consisted of a croissant w/ soysage, something I would never, ever, neverever eat at home! Today I looked in the mirror upon rising and I have strangely aged about twenty years. There are puffy sodium bags under my eyes and my skin is all parched. I look, as they say, like shit.</div>
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So its back to clean-jeans territory for me. There are touches of vertigo floating around me this morning. Lean my head back and to the right, say, to look at a bird flying by, and the world spins. Its not fun. I guess <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%A9ni%C3%A8re's_disease" target="_blank">its a thing</a>? Time to go on a hydration binge.</div>
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Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734939835486216117.post-68713678999770308772012-09-13T21:40:00.002-07:002012-09-14T15:42:16.645-07:00Meme AmericaToday I was hanging with my new awesome studio landlady and printmaker extraordinaire, <a href="http://www.olympiapowerandlight.com/2011/08/rosewood-is-the-new-helvetica-jami-heinricher-on-the-art-of-letterpress/" target="_blank">Jami Heinricher</a>, when we somehow landed on the subject of 'business people'. And how we're both artists, highly driven and organized types that lie just outside-the-border of <i>Going For It</i>. (Whatever that means. Its actually a terrible term I picked up from an older, arrogant man when I was 22 years old. "Sarah, I've often wondered, I mean.. why haven't you <i>really gone for it</i>?". This was in relation to my work as a guitar player/frontperson; the man owned a renowned record label and I SUPPOSE was backhanding me some sort of 'compliment'. Complete with awesome age/gender power play = good job dude. <i>I'll always remember that I am Going For It Every Day, on my own terms, thanks to you</i>.) Ok.. sorry, long aside! I really need to start exercising more, it tamps down that sort of thing.<br />
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Jami and I talked about our mutual love for the making of things, and not for the 'business', i.e. the promoting, selling, shipping, organizing, databasing, whole dry world of being in charge of one's own product. And how, as intelligent self-made people, we are <i>acutely </i>aware of what a foolish biz decision it is. To just be the artist. To be a slave to nothing except your own free time, and your own perfectionistic worry of wasting any minute of it.<br />
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And she pointed out how I kind-of accidentally invented a proto-meme. With <a href="http://www.buyolympia.com/q/Item=readingbumper" target="_blank">Reading is Sexy</a>, an enigma that I am so, so grateful for (and major props to my business loving, savvy, awesome pals at <a href="http://buyolympia.com/">buyolympia.com</a> for making it happen for me since 2005!). These pictures are just a small, small sampling of the bootleggery that is available all aboard the S.S. World Wide Web. I used to care a lot. Don't anymore. Just happy that I get to paint pictures of owls and listen to music and play music and run my time on my own terms. I think that's <i>GOING FOR IT, </i>at least it is in my book<i>. </i><br />
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<i>ed note: I actually went as an 'Artist' for Halloween in 5th grade. I wore weird tights, a giant paint-splattered shirt AND a beret. I've been dedicated to my craft for years!</i>Sarah U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06044070285945122903noreply@blogger.com