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Wednesday, June 27, 2007

The Old Larry’s is the New Collins

posted by on June 27 at 12:41 PM

…at least according to a text message I got from reporter Erica C. Barnett yesterday afternoon.

If you don’t know, Collins—on 2nd Ave. near Yesler—has long been a hang out for city and county “VIPs” like Deputy Mayor Tim Ceis.

But here’s what ECB texted me yesterday while she was arguing about RTID—exciting!— with some county dudes:

At Crimson C — the old larry’s, the new collins. Saw tim hatley, tom from jean’s office.

Hatley is a lobbyist and Tom is Tom Van Bronkhorst—a Jean Godden aide.

The Crimson C, which set up shop in the Larry’s spot (Larry’s, a rowdy black hip hop spot, lost its liquor license) is a block west of Collins and a half block south over on 1rst Ave. in Pioneer Square. Go there if you want to eavesdrop on lobbyists and council aides. Exciting!

IN OTHER COUNTY BUREAUCRAT GOSSIP: The political brain in KC Exec Ron Sims’s office, Ryan Bayne, is leaving to work for the Downtown Seattle Association. This is bad news for Sims, I believe.

And here’s a text message I got from Patti Smith:

I haven’t fucked much with the past, but I’ve fucked plenty with the future. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I’ve caressed. A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A. Some nights I’d surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed. The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn’t bear to use it. When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin. I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun. I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American; in heart I am Moslem, in heart I’m an American artist, and I have no guilt. I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce. We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God.

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Posted by Someone | June 27, 2007 12:47 PM

i wonder how long it took to type that text message. my thumbs would be tired.

Posted by infrequent | June 27, 2007 1:15 PM

Damn you, Josh and ECB. You crazy kids just had to go and ruin it for us, didn't you? Now where will we go to escape the prying eyes of the SLOG?

Posted by Sandeep Kaushik | June 27, 2007 1:16 PM

Does this mean that the Old Collins is the New Larry's, and when will the City and Liquor Board be shutting it down?

Posted by NapoleonXIV | June 27, 2007 1:19 PM

Who cares where they drink? The fucking revolving door between government and business lobbyists continues unabated.

Posted by wf | June 27, 2007 2:42 PM

i've never seen Babelougue (AKA, the intro to Rock & Roll Nigger) typed out. thank you very much.

Posted by maxsolomon | June 27, 2007 4:55 PM

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