Tonight Young Jackson and I saw Boris at The Crocodile in downtown Seattle . . . I had not seen them play live since I saw them in Tokyo back in 2009, so it had Been Some Time.

Since this year is the 20th anniversary of PINK . . .

. . . tonight they played the entirety of the album. It was incredible. And this was a smallish venue, so there were probably 150 people at most in the room, so it felt, God help me, “intimate”. It was a room full of nerds, and that’s who you want at a show. Other than the occasional picture, which I took as well, this was not a crowd of people holding up their phones and filming hour-long videos that they’ll probably never watch. All this is to say that it was a good ol time seeing Boris, the hardest-working (and probably best) band in the world, play one of their masterpieces at full force, as if they’d just released the album yesterday.

After the last song, THE TRIO left the stage . . . only to return moments later to do what Jackson and I had hoped they’d do all along, which was to play a truncated version of FLOOD . . .

. . . my favorite one! Talk about a two-for-one deal!! They shook the entire building for another 45 minutes, thanked us for coming, and then disappeared, angels all of them . . .

Back on the COLD STREETS OF SEATTLE, Jackson and his friend John and I walked to 5 Point Cafe in the shadow of the Space Needle. I had somehow not seen the Space Needle in probably a decade . . . I once ate a couple of tabs of acid and ran around Seattle at night in the dead of winter, and ended up at the foot of the thing. That was a hundred lifetimes ago . . .

Back in 2025 A.D., in the Here and Now, the three of us supped like brothers and discussed Love and Friendship . . . and MCCABE & MRS. MILLER. We paid the bill and left. John strutted home and Jackson got us a car back to his apartment building. I dashed down the street to catch the last bus home, only to watch it blow right past me. Having no alternative, I walked two miles home in drizzling darkness. Back home the cats went insane because I had been gone . . . I made tea and gave them some treats and they forgave me for my absence. Now we’re all going to bed.

Tomorrow is my last day in Seattle before I fly to Virginia for three hours only to board a night train straight to New York. I feel conflicted because it is going to completely crush me to leave Felix and Jupiter, my temporary surrogate family.

And yet I must escape to New York. I have a lot to do there, don’t you know . . .

Well, I have to be up early (11 am) to get breakfast with Brother Jackson, so now I’m off to Dreamland to get my beauty rest. Farewell for now~ ☆彡

(P.S. I once read an interview with Boris, and in it, the interviewer asked why they have two separate albums called HEAVY ROCKS. They replied: “Because we like heavy rocks.” That rules . . .)