Notes from the Underground:

I'm still alive...still grumpy...not prone to posting much. I guess it's a futile protest against this dreary weather.

Also, my life is boring.

I did the John Waters lecture at Benaroya last week. I loved the Master's profane one man show/stand-up act but I have an embarassing confession to make. That was my first visit to Benaroya Hall and I've lived in the area since November of 2000.

Oh, and I hated the interior design of Benaroya. I'm not sure if it should be compared to a midsize regional airport terminal, a Methodist university lecture hall or one of those big, new, scary, suburban megachurches normally presided over by the likes of Casey Treat. Whatevers, it was fuckin' bland, boring and beige. The only bit of oomph was the Chihuly chandeliers (and I'm not a big Chihuly fan) and those were situated over the lameass food court area. And the acoustics were weird in there. I could hear John Waters just fine, but all the house noise, (the laughter and applause) bounces back in a series of time delayed waves. I know that the audience noise isn't important, but it WAS off-putting.

Maybe I'm overly fussy, but shouldn't Seattle have a kick-ass symphony space to go with our kick-ass library? It seemed a little more suitable for Boise or Spokane than Seattle...