I'm back | Seattlites Redeem Themselves at the Thermals

No, this blog isn't dead like a frozen tauntaun. I've been away in Canada this past week among the snow and mountains, aka my natural habitat, aka RWAAAAWR! to my 2 year old niece. After four days skiing in Whistler Blackcomb, and a couple in Seattle, I'm ready to get back to the NYC daily -errrr, nightly- grind. I skied over my blogging thumb on the first day, so bear with me.

The last two times I've been to Seattle, I've been there at the same time as my favorite band the Thermals. Coincidence, or Fate? You be the judge/psychic reader. Last year's show at the Crocodile Cafe was HORRIBLE. The crowd of 50? 60? people would not react enough to the intensity the Thermals required. I swore off crowds in Seattle as worse than NYC - reportedly the worse according to anonymous commentors on the internet [a reputable source].

This year, however, the audience was what I'd expect from seeing them here - singing along, dancing, and flailing like a fish out of water. Chop Suey was Sold Out, which alone nearly made all the difference. I kept away from the dance floor -regulating myself to the Adult Only area, but still as in ecstasy as Bernini's St. Teresa. Satisfied to sing along from the side, I prepared for the mayhem at Bowery Ballroom this Sunday [sold out] and Studio B Monday [Tickets, BUY! BUY! BUY!].

Tears swelled to mine eyes when they played this song, which they neglected at all three CMJ shows:

The Thermals - Everything Thermals [mp3]

They closed again with Top of the Earth and Only Trivia.