The Aristocrats

It all started with an e-mail, an invitation to check out a new music blog,
Poking Smot.
A clever name, so I went along to see what it was all about.
The artist featured that day was The Aristocrats. I hit play, liked what I heard, bought their CD, checked out their website.
Found out they were playing in Seattle in a couple weeks.
Booked airfare, got a room, scored a ticket for the show.
Arrived yesterday, went to the Pike Market, found an old bookstore to hide in from the drizzle outside,
had a cup of chowder and some jazz apples.
Got some books and went back to the street to people watch
until a small coffee shop with big leather chairs called my name, and so I disappeared for a few hours by the fire.

Night comes, and I walk down the dark stairs, get a drink, and head into the Jewel Box Theater. The band starts playing a little after 11 P.M, to a crowd of thirty, small but loud.
They talk like Spinal Tap, play like true rock n’ roll musicians.
A few hours of sleep after the show, then I brave the early morning wind through empty downtown streets to the light rail station, hop on the plane, then end up here…
sharing my weekend with you.


  1. Absolutely. The times I've been to London have only been when traveling to Kenya, so it's only been for a few hours with a host of others.

    But I would love to come back just to see the country, and have a cup.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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