FUTURE HOUSESHOWPARTIES, vol. VII

R.I.P. Ben/Critical 1985-2009

http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/i-anonymous/Content?oid=2593877&hp

You Were Only 24

I can't believe you're gone. I just saw you last week. I have been running those last few hours over and over in my mind, wondering if I could have done something to keep this from happening to you. When you started to feel sick, should I have forced you to go to the ER instead of letting you talk me down to just a clinic appointment for the next day? If I had known you had diabetes, would I have known it wasn't just a bad bout of stomach flu? Could I have saved you?

While I'll never know the answers to these questions, I do know that what you taught me and what we had together will never be forgotten. I'll always remember pinball at Shorty's and randomly getting to meet John Vanderslice there before his set at the Crocodile. I love that you got your nipples pierced on a dare, just for the hell of it. I don't think I'll ever be able to read Salinger again without thinking of you. I love that it took you four dates and copious amounts of PBR to finally work up enough courage to kiss me. You were the most charming bastard I've ever met. You loved life so much, and you helped me truly start living mine more than you'll ever know. It fucking sucks you won't be along for the ride, but you got me going. Thank you, RIP, and I'll always, always miss you.

I, Anonymous

in the nudes

GRNSTRP in the news:

http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/party-crasher/Content?oid=1488052

Party Crasher - Nicely Drunk

Fuck. The bands have already finished playing. My plus one and I can tell because of the postperformance devastation: Furniture has been upturned, beer bottles litter the floor, and the faint, sweet smell of sweaty bodies lingers in the air. Disappointed but undeterred, we make our way through the house to the backyard, where everyone is smoking and deconstructing the bands' performances. The crowd seems sedate but good-humored. A dreadlocked, leather-clad behemoth shuffles around looking for a light, and a slurring guy named Kyle introduces himself as the guitarist of one of the bands that just played. How'd the show go, Kyle? "Lots of sixteenth notes."

A little later we meet the host, Lindsay. She is wasted and completely charming. Lindsay seems like she could be a student—she has that earnest, interested air about her, you know?—so I ask her if she goes to UW. Her face sours, and she responds, "Absolutely not." My question was gauche; this is an antiestablishment household. Lindsay goes on to explain that her home is officially known as the Green Stripe Haus, so called because of the green stripe around the perimeter of the downstairs bar. (The German spelling of "house" is, I gather, affected.)

As we leave, somebody cooking noodles in the kitchen offers me some ramen for the road. I gratefully decline, but I'm left thinking: Are these the nicest drunk folks in Seattle? They very well may be.

OVER HOUSESHOWPARTIES, Vol VII

grnstrp
04/11/09
down we go
final summation
SHAKES

OVER HOUSESHOWPARTIES, Vol VI

MIKE PARK (asian man records) and JESSE MICHAELS (operation ivy) singing operation ivy at grnstrp:


GRNSTRP
03/14/09
CLASSICS OF LOVE
MIKE PARK
DATELESS
THE DAMAGE DONE

crowd surfing at grnstrp during classics of love:


photos after the jump

jimmy greely frotography:


legalmindedpunk:










jimmy greely:

FUTURE HOUSESHOWPARTIES, Vol VI

FUTURE HOUSESHOWPARTIES, Vol V

it's a new year, and new years bring new beers:


jesse michaels of op ivy and mike park!