A Week at the Shakedown
Your cure for cabin fever
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
Some things I learned about myself during the recent snowpocalypse: 1. I do not favor terms like “snowpocalypse.” 2. I do not favor snow. It makes me mad. 3. Conveniently, I also do not get cabin fever.
The first two items on that list are hardly shocking to anyone who knows me, even only peripherally. The last one, however, is a little surprising. I’m a social creature. I talk to people everywhere I go. And not just people I know. I will—and often do—chat up total strangers. Heaven forbid you ever get into an elevator with me and want to ride in silence because that will never happen. Same goes if we’re waiting in line somewhere. My infernal chattiness knows no bounds.
I am a menace.
Apparently, I am also capable of pretending that a few inches of snow renders me unable to leave my domicile for days on end. In the same way I unintentionally pretended to be housebound, I was accidently unreachable via the various forms of communication by which I normally reach people. I’d like to say I used the time to delete some of the 40,000 or so emails currently cluttering my inbox or Marie Kondo my sock drawer, but mostly I read some of my backlog of books and thought about whether I could maintain a comfortable full-hermit lifestyle while still adhering to my goal of not ordering things from Amazon.
Eventually, I emerged and was reminded that seeing all of you is fun and, as such, I am not yet ready to hole up in my house, hunker down and become Bellingham’s Boo Radley. I also learned that cabin fever, while not my particular affliction, infects and affects many of you.
Luckily, I happen to know of an easy cure. It’s as simple as leaving your house. Of course, you’ll want a destination, and in that case, my suggestion is to hit up the Shakedown, where you’ll find a full calendar of a wide variety of music. You can either read about it in the following paragraphs or wait until you’re stuck in line behind me, where I’ll no doubt tell you all about it, whether you want me to or not.
The current week at the Shakedown is bookended by the Showdown at the Shakedown. The last qualifying round takes place Wed., Feb. 20, with the finals happening a week later, on Feb. 27. The winning band will take home all of the door money, a hundred bucks and fame and glory beyond measure. It’s unconfirmed rumor, but I hear Death Cab for Cutie really took off after winning Showdown at the Shakedown. It’s also possible I’m making that up, but who can really know for sure?
The following evening, KZAX, that weird station that plays the cool music at 94.9 on your FM dial (I’m told the radio can be listened to online as well, and that radios don’t really have dials anymore, which sounds like gibberish from the future to me), is breaking out of the station and throwing a show at the Shakedown. They’ve invited Seattle’s Kingdom of the Holy Sun, Bird & Shooter, and Smooth Kiwi to play, and all we need to do is show up ready for them. The pertinent info about Kingdom of the Holy Sun can be summed up thusly: They love psychedelic music and there’s at least one Mellotron involved. Count you in.
With Fri., Feb. 22 comes a show that is particularly near and dear to Shakedown owner Hollie Huthman, and is proof that beneath her black-clad, rock-bar-proprietress exterior beats the heart of a true-blue, ride-or-die Indigo Girls fan. One-half of that dynamic duo, Amy Ray, will bring her band to the Shakedown, where she will showcase a different side than the one we might be accustomed to. Ray began recording and releasing as a solo act nearly two decades ago, and has trended between rock and country music. Her most recent album, Holler, falls in the latter vein, and this will be Ray’s last solo stint in support of it before being reclaimed by the Indigo Girls and whisked away to a tour kickoff in Australia. Frankly, I’m more than a little surprised tickets are still available for this show, but I’m guessing there are not many and they won’t be around for long.
Speaking of sold-out shows, I’d love to wax descriptively about doom/stoner metal band OM, who will play Sat., Feb. 23 at the Shakedown, but since that show sold out shortly after it was announced, it would just be mean of me to go on about it.
The Shakedown has one last show up its sleeve before the aforementioned Showdown at the Shakedown finals, and it features a band worth checking out for both their music and just for sheer curiosity’s sake. Dead Meadow has been making psych rock for 20 years or so, features a sitar and plays shows that inspire reviewers to talk about faces and how they sometimes melt off in the presence of especially powerful music. Band leader Jason Simon is also the nephew of David Simon, creator of The Wire, a member of Fugazi likes them well enough to release their albums on his label, and they once had a live album produced by Anton Newcombe the memorably outspoken front man of the Brian Jonestown Massacre.
I’m no doctor, and I can’t speak to whether cabin fever is an official diagnosis, but I’m entirely certain that should you suspect yourself to be afflicted, the Shakedown is the cure for what ails you.
Where: 1212 N. State St. Info: http://www.shakedownbellingham.com
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