This was my first show outside of Alaska and as of one day prior, I had no idea if it was even going to happen. Punk rock.
My friend Aki from the band Rich & Rare Rebels hooked me up with a gig at this place called the Kraken, but I think they figured out I was just a lowly acoustic folk-punker and this place was a loud metal bar, so the booking guy there handed me off to his buddy who would find me a show “somewhere”. I don’t know if that’s actually what went down, but I kind of put two and two together and, yeah. So that’s awesome. But I trusted that it would be taken care of so I didn’t pester the guy, but after I’d gone about setting up the rest of the tour I circled back to him about two weeks prior to firm things up, and didn’t really get any answers besides “don’t trip, I got you.” Hmmm….
So that was the last I heard until I was sitting in the airport in Anchorage, trying to do some last-minute promotion on the shitty wifi, and up pops a Facebook message. It’s a show! With a flyer! And other musicians! Sweet. I got to sleep on my flight without my anxiety disorder coaxing every last sweet drop of goodness that my adrenal glands could muster.
Landed in the middle of the night. My buddy/former bandmade Kelsey said I could crash at his place but I had to take the light rail to some certain station. I had to run my ass off, with all of my gear & merch in a roughly hundred pound backpack on my back and a heavy ass guitar flight case in my hand, to catch the last train out of the airport. I got on it and realized that it didn’t go all the way to his stop that late at night. So, I ended up waiting in some sketchy-ass parking lot in the middle of the night until he picked me up.
I woke up late as shit the next morning, met another buddy/former bandmade Doug who handed off some merch I’d had shipped to him in advance, and we went and ate a bag of Dick’s for lunch. Had roast duck for dinner in some filthy Chinese restaurant and headed down to the show.
The venue for my first Seattle show ever was the Hendo House. This joint was most definitely a punk house. Everything was broken. It wasn’t the dirtiest place I’d play in on tour but it was definitely punk as fuck. I spread my merch out on the “kitchen” counter and an enormous cat immediately laid down on top of it all. It wasn’t the kind of place that had AC and once it filled up with punkers, I was sweating like an oinker. A bunch of people started filling in, and to my surprise, several old friends from high school that I hadn’t seen in 10+ years came out.
My set went pretty solid. I set up in the living room and just went all acoustic, as did the other acts for the night. I got to meet a few cool locals including Kendra Carson, who did a uke set and turned out to be from Anchorage originally. Everyone was very supportive and chill, just kicking it in this punk rock living room and having a good time. After crossing that one off the list, my buddy Cody (who played bass with me in Symbol of Freedom) and I walked to the 7-11 to buy the cheapest bottle of champagne they had, and proceeded to get shitfaced. All in all, it was a successful night, and even though he made me totally fucking nervous, Brett Wood put on an awesome show and really came through. Turned out to be a pretty kick-ass dude, too.