Yesterday, out in the sun, I read 2006 Literature Genius Jonathan Raban's descriptions of Seattle in Driving Home (coming out soon). He calls the Space Needle the black-velvet Jesus on the living-room wall of Seattle. And he says the only way to see the skyline is from the ferry:
The wind was blowing out of the south and a lumpy sea was running. Seattle, five miles off now, was a sweep of light, like a spontaneous bloom of luminous plankton in the water, a phosphorescent city. It had a watery depth and brilliance—a great floating exhibition of glowing silver office towers and glowing amber streets.
You are going to come party for this great floating exhibition, right? Can we talk fashion, then? I am considering something made in 1983 of teal satin and beads. Should I be talked out of this?
The date is Friday, September 16, place is the Moore, DJ sets are by Emerald City Soul Club and OCNotes, and live music is by Wild Orchid Children and Wheedle's Groove. Tickets are a holy $7, and everything you could ever want to know about Genius is here.
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