I'm sitting at the hotel room window, looking out at a giant duck statue that graces the roof of a building across from the collapsed fungus with a skin condition building that houses the Experience Music Project/Sci Fi Museum. Why does every coastal city have a tour operation in which the tourists ride around in a bus that looks like a giant duck? This is fascinating and confusing to me.
The EMP/SFM had some seriously cool stuff happening inside. You could listen to musicians tell little stories, like the one where Mark Arm of Mudhoney told about opening for PiL, where John Lydon demanded in the rider that a particular type of lounge chair be brought backstage at every show. I guess there were tensions between the bands and the threat by the roadies of a beating did nothing to stop Mudhoney acting up, but the disembodied voice of Lydon, asking "does anybody wish to be SILENCED?" did. Mudhoney ended up throwing meat slices from the deli tray at PiL's bus.
The gift shop was selling Kurt Cobain action figures in two different poses. I looked for an Eddie Vedder one for Beckeye, but no such luck.
The Hendrix room was rather cool. I quite liked the purple velvet jacket with the caption "menswear took a dramatic turn". Actually I have been noticing, since Allison has started writing about putting together museum exhibits, that I pay much more attention to how the display is set up and what the curators put in the literature.
In the sci fi part of the museum, I found myself eavesdropping on some hardcore sci fi geeks debating the finer points of Star Trek trivia, and another group arguing over the relative specs of the robot toys on display. I had nothing to contribute to the conversation, but I did longingly watch the giant screen displaying a Jetsons' tribute and feeling ripped off all over again that my Jetsons' lifestyle never did materialize as promised.
We then wandered around the Seattle Centre area for a while, a parklike place that houses the children's museum and some rides and arcades, as well as the EMP/SFM and the international fountain, which resembles the crash site of a space craft, or perhaps a giant steel collander embedded into the earth. The place was overrun with day camp kids. The Resident Offspring forced me to ride the merry-go-round with her and the Spousal Unit left our purses on the bench while he tried to take a picture of us. Any picture that results from that will show me screaming, "watch my passport!" with a terrified look on my face.
After walking another 765,754 miles around the city, we ended up the evening with a lovely curry meal close to the wharf and then walked down to the ocean as the rain started up again, ever so lightly. I need my daily trip to the ocean or I get grumpy.
Today's agenda, the Underground Tour of Seattle, and then maybe we'll drive out to the White River Amphitheatre in Auburn for a concert or something. I hear there's a pretty good band playing there tonight.