Random thoughts on a long day that ends up here in Seattle: I called my wife and said it’s remarkable I ever lived here. It has the European gray tone in the sky that looks better in places like Paris and London. Too many folks looking way too content about the weather, wandering the streets with their heads down on their cell phones. There were no cell phones in 1980 when I came here and in 1989 when I left.
If you’re ever looking for a recording venue with great reverb, try Terminal 2 at the Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky Airport (CVG). Some guy on his cell phone could be heard about 100 yards away with lots of echo. He was planning to meet his friend Tom Dunn at some show in Chicago.
Speaking of CVG, there is no worse job than attending to the snack stand in an area that gets minimal foot traffic. The woman attending looked earnest nonetheless; she smiled at everyone who walked by even if they didn’t want to pay $10 for a bag of M&Ms.
The guy sitting next to me on the plane is not used to being in public. He sat the entire flight shoeless with his stinky feet propped against the wall. And, by the way, I want to see a list of people who are nuts enough to actually print out their email (to read on the plane).
There is a Mariners Fan Shop near the hotel. I am not a fan, but curious. They had only one Seattle Pilots cap as an homage to the team (now the Brewers) who played here prior to the M’s. If you want to know more about the Pilots, “Ball Four,” by Jim Bouton is must reading. Lots of Ichiro crap at the shop.
And, as you might expect, there’s lots of coffee nearby. Tully, Seattle’s Best (former called Stewart Bros.) and ‘bucks.