A few months ago I signed up to grip for a Seattle-based video production company. While on set for thirteen hours at a time, fantasizing about someday having a fun job that includes overtime and health benefits, I met Tristian, Mathiew, and Alex, three guys who do various related and unrelated video production gigs around town.
On Thursday I got a call for a video shoot in the University District. Alex was setting up a footage-grab for a live show at the historic Blue Moon tavern. We all met around nine, decided who was going to film who, and went out for a drink while the openers played. It was a fun evening and the Whore Moans were a fantastic bar band: loud and rowdy and sweaty. Also, this week the Blue Moon celebrated (read: drink specials) it's 75th year of being a fantastic dive bar, and this band provided the perfect Seattle garage rock soundtrack. While not particularity innovative, the band keeps things bumping with gravely bass lines, fast-enough drums, and typically saucy manchild screamo vocals sometimes in the style of Jordan Blilie (Past Lives, Blood Brothers). It was exactly the kind of uncomplicated rawk-lifestyle brand/experience I was looking for last night.
The Whore Moans are going on a full April/May US tour. I recommend seeing them while drunk and glistening slightly. It shouldn't be too hard.
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