October 14th, 2011
My main musical haunt, the Skylark Cafe in West Seattle, has just done quite the unexpected thing for Halloween. They asked me to be a judge for the Halloween Come As You Aren’t battle of the bands party in which various bands pick their favorite artists and dress and play the part in an attempt to win “the coveted Golden Cowbell™.” I don’t know much about the Golden Cowbell itself, but the evening proves to be a fun one as I like and have written about a few of these bands:
I’m sure there will be a few surprizes along the way, and what’s not to like about getting your costume on and drinking a few too many as the bands do their best efforts to channel the muse and music of artists that inspired them. And well, one fourth of the Golden Cowbell is mine to give away, and that’s the most power I’ve ever been offered. Now, I just need to think of a costume. If I still had long hair, Jesus would have been the obvious choice, but now, I have no idea. Henry Rollins? He’s a musician and a writer. I don’t quite have the same muscle tone though. When I was in Korea, a number of people told me I looked like Nicholas Cage in Con Air. That was years ago though, and these days without the hair, I guess it’s more like Leaving Las Vegas.
See you on the 29th.