Thanks to everyone that came out to Conor Byrne’s last Thursday. We had a great time. Gold Hope Duo were great. Gramps was his usual amazing self and we did what we do to a happy, dancing Ballard audience.
Now that the first leg of our North to South Seattle Tour is complete, time to start preparing for our next couple appearances in town. First of all, we’ll be headlining an amazing bill at Lo-Fi Performance Gallery in Eastlake on Friday, March 28 with our old buddies The Dolomites. The Dolomites and The Bad Things go back into the Midnite Choir days, when we were just two of maybe four bands that were doing this kind of music in the Pacific Northwest. After travels to Japan, Europe and Mexico City, Stevhen Iancu, essentially the only consistent member of the band, is back to rock out on his accordion with us and Wenatchee’s Jipsea Party, who we have not seen yet but are confident will start things off in a most raucous way.
After that, we’ll be hitting Columbia City with Northern California’s amazing El Radio Fantastique on Saturday, April 5th. But, more on that later.
Get advanced tickets to the Lo-Fi show here and be sure to pick the Artist Ticket option as it benefits Cafe Racer Love and gets you a very cool collectible ticket, all for a mere $0.25 extra.
Years ago, in the late 90s and early oughts, Jimmy the Pickpocket and Mad Wilcox were in a band called A Midnite Choir. Back then, long before bands like Gogol Bordello and Devotchka brought “gypsy punk” to the masses, there were only a small handful of bands in the Pacific Northwest that shared a love of accordions, banjos, drinking and songs about bad behavior. Here in Seattle, the Choir, Circus Contraption and bands like Black Cat Orchestra were representing. Down south in Portland, there was The Dolomites led by eccentric accordionist Stevhen Iancu.
Stevhen would sit on a toilet while playing accordion and would also deep fry food inside a garbage can on stage much to the delight, or sometimes disgust, of the front row. One memory that always sticks out is a bill we shared with them at Satyricon in Portland with Reverend Glasseye. Stevhen also enjoyed breathing fire and when the club cut The Dolomite’s sound and then refused to pay them, Stevhen poured lighter fluid on the bar and proceeded to light the bar on fire, resulting in 2 foot flames and a very surprised bartender, who promptly handed over the cash. Ah, the good ‘ol days!