Scott McCaughey used to manage a used record store called Cellophane Square down the street from where I lived in Seattle. Fantastic store, pretty much everybody who worked there was in a band and were music fiends. Listening stations with headphones where you check out records. You could pick up on a lot of stuff just from what the employees would have playing on the turntable. Now gone, after decades. But I was out of Seattle before it was.
Coming from a small mill town in '77, I knew it was pretty great, but only realized later just how great it was.
I can't remember when it was, The Presidents of the U.S.A. period or thereabout, when the local music newspaper had a story about McCaughey and Peter Buck hanging out, they finally met someone who was as much a music fiend as them, recalling obscure garage bands. I remember laughing, it made sense. Lots of cross-pollination with other Seattle bands, the second tier local bands that had the respect of the other musicians but were a lot more low-key (e.g. Kurt Bloch The Fastbacks, The Baseball Project ). Another member of the Fastbacks, Kim Warnick, had a day job delivering teeth and crowns to dentists for a dental lab. I can't remember how I met her, but she set me up to get the job when she left. On the first day, the receptionist at one of dentist offices I delivered to was playing some Floyd Cramer music. Holy cow! I loved Floyd Cramer. No one played Floyd Cramer. We started talking Floyd Cramer. She was Christy McWilson, Scott McCaughey's then wife. Great singer (The Picketts)
The overall feeling of that whole little galaxy was always fun, humor, but at the same time most were singular musicians in some fashion.
One of the local labels that a number of the bands were on (Pop LLama?) had a yearly picnic at a lake park north of town.
Tangenitally, I somehow I have the feeling that you would never want to meet up against them if they put a softball team together.
I kind of don't think those days are coming back.
Low key. As much for the fun of it.
But you have to hope for the generations coming up.
Jones' Substack explores the quarter-century (1975-2000) he worked at Cellophane Square, a beloved record store in Seattle.
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Dang just came across this, wanting to hear Christy.
I didn't have a TV so I missed it.
Small world, but enough for a
couple of softball teams.