Does This Cape Make My Butt Look Big? Issue #110

I'm assuming not, but you never know...


Last week, the issue of SEATTLE SOUND featuring a story on "Geek Music" written by Seattle Geekly's own Matt Hammond hit stands. A month ago when we did the photo shoot I said I'd share some pics from the day so here you go!








If anyone wants to find a physical copy of the issue you an do so in Seattle by heading to your local Easy Street Records or Sonic Boom Records retail spot.


The Friday, July 17th, show at The Showbox(Market) with KIRBY KRACKLE is something I'm really looking forward to as we slowly expand from the convention showrooms to playing in front of people who don't necessarily know anything about comics/games. It's a good challenge to convert the non-believers and The Showbox is always a great time.


Speaking of which, for those interested in going tickets are $12 at the door but if you email me your name and ticket needs we can put you on a will call list for the $10 advance price. Just reach us at kirbykracklemusic@gmail.com.


As if you haven't already heard enough about Michael Jackson these past few weeks, I find I'm unable to stop from at least commenting on it despite risks of a collective *groan*. I'm not one of the "I'll always miss you Michael" people, nor have I been playing his records in constant rotation since the news came across the feed. I just wanted to share a good memory that I think probably led me in some ways to do what I do today.

Of the few memories that my little 4 year-old brain could store away tightly and pass through to to the present was when I saw Michael Jackson perform the Moonwalk for the first time on the Motown 25th Anniversary special. All I remember was the light shining off his sequined jacket, his twitchy and tight leg and shoulder moves and the fact that I think it was the first time I got chills watching any kind of entertainment. Pretty powerful stuff for a little dude, and so much in fact that weeks later my mom enrolled me in break dancing lessons.

Red/Silver and zipper-laced coat? Check.

Silver Shiny Glove? Check.

Rat-tail? Oh yeah, baby.

I was serious.


I don't think I stuck with it very long, but I remember being in the middle of a break circle testing out my "moves" that I would practice on my Grandmother's green linoleum kitchen floor. I remember people laughing (in a good way...I think), and I can still smell the coat if I try hard enough. Obviously, I didn't go on trying to emulate him in my music (he knew more chords than I do) but I do cover "Billie Jean" now and then as a selfish enjoyment of a good memory. Despite whatever your opinion is on how the rest of his life played out, he truly was a performer's performer. Slick, unapologetic, and undeniably special when you watch him smile through the screen at his boyhood Ed Sullivan performances. Little Soul Man.

I never did learn how to moonwalk. It takes massive coordination and for someone who literally almost trips himself on stage every show he does, it was probably a good idea.


Truth.

KS