Walking around Green Lake, drinking beer and smoking cigarettes and freaking out all the housemoms running with three dogs, a double stroller and a phone in their faces.
- The sweaty, dirty, gnarly second room at Chop Suey .
- The party at the abandoned milk factory- one of the best in my life, and I was there for about 3 hours. Still don’t know who the DJ was spinning tight glitch hop.***Amended: I DO NOW! Jesse, from Hawaii- met him at a party at the Adriatica, the abandoned restaurant on Dexter***
- Sneaking pallets into Golden Gardens, dodging the cops and partying all night with a big ass bonfire. Ask me how.
- The smiling househeads.
- The serious techno crowd.
- Mount Rainier dominating the skyline; it never fails to drop my jaw.
- The Loft, a.k.a. The Produkt Dance Studio. One of those places that belongs to the community and is greater than the sum of its parts; a moment in time that people will look back on in 50 years as an epicenter of arts culture. For real.
- Standing at the very bottom of Gasworks Park and feeling like you are in the middle of the fishbowl of Seattle.
- When you are in a really shitty mood and the weather just matches perfectly.
- Spy parties at Hengst when the outside stage was open. I met many of my best friends and favorite DJs there, aka: “Who the FUCK is that playing the Glitch Mob???” The Seattle midtempo community was born that night.
- The crackheads in Pioneer Square, both the creative (“I’ll trade you 12.5 million dollars in stock options for one cigarette”) and the hackneyed (the guy who tells my own jokes back to me).
- Under the 99 on-ramp by Contour where everyone goes to smoke.
- The Olympic National Park. If you live in Seattle and have not been out to the peninsula, first slap yourself then GET OUT THERE. One of the most beautiful places in the world is right out your back door.
- MC Anton Bomb.
- Photosynthesis, one of the best festivals and parties of the summer and where I fell in love with techno!
- The small size and intimate nature of the EDM community; headliners perform and you can jump right up on stage after the show and thank them.
- Value Village, where I get 99% of my clothes.
- The Alaskan Way Viaduct/earthquake thing- every time you drive on it, you know if there is an earthquake you are dead, but you do it anyway.
- The Stranger. We can all agree on the declining relevance of print publications, but their passionate adherence to snarky, critical, smart-ass reporting makes me laugh, every week.
- Rain. You kind of have to love it to live here, right?
- Truckasauras.
- How everyone FREAKING HATES the Ducks. The amphibious tour-vehicle kind, not the quacking kind. NON LE CANARD!
- Our fair weather sports fans, so very fickle.
- DECIBEL FESTIVAL.
- How you can smoke weed ANYWHERE in public and no one gives a shit.
- City kids putting flyers everywhere, even on tents at festivals and parties WAY out in the boonies.
- Hempfest, the largest protestival for the reform of marijuana laws IN THE WORLD.
- The Pacific Science Center- lasers and raves and those sweet multi-colored hoop things!
- Discovering that friend after friend after friend is a DJ.
- The SeaMonster in Wallingford BEFORE Andrew sold it. R.I.P.
- Springtime and its accompanying pink, purple, white and yellow trees.
- How people put ‘THE’ in front of club names: THE Contour, THE Rebar, THE Chop, THE Noc- you know you’ve done it.
- NWTekno.org and the living, vital community it supports.
- Sailing, always amazing whether you are on Lake Union, Lake Washington, or Puget Sound.
- novaTRON.
- How West Seattle is practically BFE- is it even a 206 area code?
- Seattle style: city kid hipster with a dash of emo, and rolled up jeans are always okay thanks to the weather.
- Broadway. Gritty, colorful, beautiful Broadway.
- Doin’ the Tour- popping around Pioneer Square on weeknights, hitting all the dance clubs and saying hi to friends.
- The uber-politeness of drivers: you go first, no YOU go first, no you- all the while saying FUCK YOU BASTARD MOTHERFUCKER under their breath.
- The dirty, genuine, underbelly feel of the city which is unique in this world. We love the dirt like we love the rain; squeaky clean-green Portland we are NOT (thank God).
- Being on the dance floor of Noisemaker’s set one very late afterhours party watching this kid just standing there beside me with his mouth open saying, “WHAT?!?!?”
- Seattle cops who, for example, might pull over a license-less friend and passenger wearing a mullet wig and then give them back their bag of Chronic and 12 Xanax and send them on their way with the words, “Don’t kill yourself.”
- RENEGADE PARTIES and dancing on the rocks under 1st Avenue Bridge in February at 5AM in the freezing cold wearing a pink bikini and white net shirt.
- Working in Fremont and telling people my office is located between “the troll and the rocket.”
- Riding fat snow in the Cascades. Holy shit.
- Our progressive, educated, tolerant, liberal, book-reading citizens.
- Vito’s- classic Italian gangster kitsch with two disco balls and a bartender who pours ’em right.
- The amazing, open, and smiling electronic music community who has made me feel more welcome, loved, at home, and a part of something than I have ever felt before in my life. Thank you.
AND 5 Things I Won’t Miss About Seattle:
- Cougars fans. “GO COUGS!” is like the mating call of the asshole. I hear it and run the other way.
- Passive-aggressiveness, particularly in those with a Y chromosome. GROW SOME FUCKING BALLS, PEOPLE!
- The Noc.
- Overcast weather with no sun for months- makes Shilo want to die.
- The lack of media coverage of the electronic music scene in favor of the “roots/folk rock” music scene. BARF.
So I really had trouble thinking of 5 things I do not like about Seattle! I have lived many places in this world (Austin, Maine, Paris, New Zealand) but have never had a home like this. Much love, rainy city!