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Introducing Napalm Beach: The band that taught Seattle how to rock

Sam Henry and Chris Newman - Napalm Beach

I’ve tried to write this story, or something like it, a few times, but always got mired. Then, on July 11, something about the way two contrasting images cut across my brain – the 25-year-old daddy-band Mudhoney surfing across the blue skies of Seattle, while the 33-year-old granddaddy-band Napalm Beach says farewell from deep inside the Star Theatre – made me think it’s time to finish. Continue reading Introducing Napalm Beach: The band that taught Seattle how to rock

Introducing the band that taught Seattle how to rock…

SamHenry_ChrisNewman_NapalmBeach

By Erika Meyer

I’ve tried to write this story, or something like it, a few times, but always got mired. Then, on July 11, something about the way two contrasting images cut across my brain – the 25-year-old daddy-band Mudhoney surfing across the blue skies of Seattle, while the 33-year-old granddaddy-band Napalm Beach says farewell from deep inside the Star Theatre – made me think it’s time to finish. Continue reading Introducing the band that taught Seattle how to rock…

Playing for love instead of money: On Amanda Palmer, Punk Rock, and Compensating Musicians Fairly

dividing up a dollar bill

By Erika Meyer

It was suggested I discuss my response to the Amanda Palmer issue in a Collapse Board post. The one where she attempts to “crowd-source” string and horn players for her upcoming tour. Meaning, she’s looking for professional musicians who want to rehearse and play for beer, hugs, high-fives, and merch. Because she “can’t afford” to pay in money. The full story is summarized pretty well here at kotaku.com. And here is the original (GRAND THIEVING IS UNDERWAY) post. In reality, I think many commenters have expressed my feelings better than I could have, especially on Amy Vaillancourt-Sals’ original Letter To Amanda Palmer. Continue reading Playing for love instead of money: On Amanda Palmer, Punk Rock, and Compensating Musicians Fairly

Winter Solstice 1983

By Erika Meyer

Because I kept journals through my teens, I can pinpoint the date that the light began to dawn for me in terms of how sexism affected my life personally. It was December 1983. I was 15 years and eight months old. Coincidentally, my daughter is that exact age this month. Continue reading Winter Solstice 1983