The 24/7 Haus is a staple of Seattle partying. It’s not just a
residence; it’s a legacy. When one group rambles away, the torch
is passed to new friends who carry on the spirit of beer-soaked house
shows. None of the same people live here as when we crashed the final
Trashies show last year, but this event is being held in honor of
ex-Trashie Max who is visiting from his new home of San Francisco.
The first band of the night,
Conifers, sound like Pavement
with Down syndrome. Bass and drums keep rhythm for a singer yelping
and muttering lines like, “These are the booger beard years,” with
occasional spastic guitar outbursts. At the end of one of their songs
the band members look at each other and proclaim, “That was kinda
dumb.” Max sings and plays guitar in the kitchen, wearing a
dinosaur mask and some sort of muumuu. For some reason, his head is
wrapped in cellophane.
After new house band Sorry finishes off the night’s performances,
some randoms pick up the instruments and start jamming out. Some
drunkard gets on the microphone and screams over and over, “Who run
Whole Foods barter town?” A crowd of people comes downstairs, thinking
another band is playing. They are sorely mistaken. Before long, the
power is cut to the basement and everyone is kicked out of the house.
In a party-killing act of vandalism someone has spray-painted the
mosque next door, and the kids at 24/7 do not want to get on
Allah’s bad side.
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