Sunday, 19 December 2010 15:51
We were plugging in as 'poof' the power goes out on the entire block of California and Oregon of west Seattle: Shadowland was in the dark. So we waited with our whiskys on the patio with a view of the intersection as cars tried to negotiate the right of way in top Seattle passive aggressive form, not smooth. We were having a mild chuckle over the chaos as a police officer arrives to work the intersection... our dripping chuckle improved to a gushing hysteria. The officer, instead of standing in the center of the intersection and directing traffic, places himself on the corner and begins yelling at cars when they don't perform textbookfully. "HE GOES, YOU GO", "WHAT'S AMATTER WITH YOU, IT'S LIKE A STOP SIGN", "GET OFF YOUR CELL PHONE" and on and on. Finally the lights come back after the fried crow remains had been excavated from the power lines, we were ready to makes some sound. Leif Totusek, Steve Kim, and I ventured forth toward the horizon filled with chutes and ladders, hot potato, twister, and fencing, I think it sounded a lot like music. As goes another Monday night at Shadowland.