We Love You Central Saloon

Posted on October 4th, 2009 in Shows, Videos with 4 Comments »

Girl fights are WAY better than dude fights.  Introduce pepper spray, an enthusiastic audience taking cell phone videos, and the eventual barricading of a city block by police, and you’ve got just about the purest form of entertainment there is.  Who needs COPS?

Pioneer Square is a writhing trainwreck of oozing, shoving, laughing, drunken, tarted-up life. Often a fighting one, too. It injects a bit of Na’Wlins (aka New Orleans, aka Katrina’s Bitch) into the NorthWest. Gods bless that old pumping, thumping heart of Seattle.  (Or is it a quivering liver?)

Obscene amounts of Fun are to be had inside of doors as well, as the Police of same and 13th Grade amply demonstrated Friday night. I arrived during the last song by opening band Tres Muertas Putas, so I can’t comment on their performance. Nice guys, though. Muy simpatico.

The Fun Police lit up the Central in typically grand style, with a zesty gumbo of tasty tunes and jiggling jams. Linger fickin’ good! All their songs are becoming like old fishing buddies to me. The homeless gent from under the viaduct turned in an admirable performance on bass, once he was given a dollar by a man named Mr. Trout (not a Clue character; actually a nom de guerre from his days in porn).

13th Grade finished it off with gushing money shots of pure rock. Head Cheerleader Jess’ta Fleshwound stood in for Nurse Matiddies, and whipped the Ass Pyracy to new and frenzied levels of mania. I dearly hope against hope that she and Mr. Trout will change their plans to flee the country in November.

International Man of Mystery and delinquent auteur extraordinaire N. Casey Gotchu made a cameo, and captured the first part of 13th Grade’s set on Pet’s small but powerful device. When he became too inebriated to hold it steady, Mr. Trout stepped in to finish the job.