Seattle Weekly Music Awards Ceremony
5/10/05
Its not like this was unexpected news. Hell's Belles wins every year. Sure - they kick ass. If we weren't nominated, I would have voted for them. But Jesus H.Tap Dancing Christ - enough already! And besides - I'm not sure they even played a show this year until about a week or two ago. OK - that's enough bitterness. Congrats, ladies. You freakin' rock! Now break up so someone else can win a little wooden wall plaque.
Actually, I'm kind of glad we lost. These types of awards are kind of meaningless anyway. Oh yeah - it would have been nice to have some kind of bragging rights or whatever. But realistically they make about as much difference in things as a mouse fart in the middle of a hurricane. Will it increase our draw? Our pay? Our penis size?
All the press was pretty cool though. It was nice seeing our name and picture in the Weekly, not to mention the killer review we got from them. That stuff definitely doesn't hurt. For all of that, I think I speak for everyone in this band in saying "Thanks" to the Seattle Weekly for their support and attention.
Also cool was the real reason these types of things exist - to facilitate and perfect the art of the schmooze. We did a lot of that, but mainly hung out with our friends and fellow losers in Go Like Hell and the All American Playboys, who battled crappy rented backlined gear to turn in a rollicking four song set.
The ceremony itself was kind of like watching snails fuck - slow, boring, and sloppy. Most of the people onstage seemed to follow every cuss word or suggestive phrase with a reference to Mayor Greg Nickels, who was inexplicably there. Like the guy never heard the word "fuck" in his life. News flash - he's the mayor, not the fucking pope! News flash number two - thanking cocaine in a victory speech is just lame. OK, we get it. You're hip and edgy, and drugs are fun. Now shut the fuck up and OD already. Say hello to my dead homies for me when you see 'em.
On a positive note, one of the owners of the Fenix approached us with an offer to open up (along with Go Like Hell) for Faster Pussycat. We accepted.
Overall, a splendid time was had by all, despite our much anticipated defeat. It was great to just hang and shoot the shit with our musical friends, and to make a few new ones.