Author: Lloyd CenterBig in Portland since the mid-sixties. He had something to do with the beginnings of the K, Sub Pop, Up and Cabin Games labels.
The Director had ideas for this video. It was called “Qwi Mai Yab”, or ‘Quit My Job’ as might be filtered through the thick Cuban accent of singer-songwriter Jem Marie’s extended familia. The Director was thinking of clever satirical scenarios: perhaps dull office work, or repetitive factory labor, or handling of toxic materials, something static to be upset by the burst of punk energy from the song and its players. (More…)
I never thought much about race. Early in life, I learned that it was an untrustworthy category. (More…)
My Seattle starts here, on the corner of 20th and Jackson, more than twenty years after first arriving in this town. I’m not sure what to call my connection to Seattle during all those years. I was here, but somehow I hadn’t actually arrived. Then, about two summers ago, at this corner, in this building, possibly in the company of some of these people captured in this Google Streetview image, I felt my relation to Seattle, and the world beyond it, shift into a new mode. (More…)