Wednesday, July 2nd 2003
The Nine Pound Hammer - Seattle, WA (tour)

We were beginning to worry as we headed up to the great North to play this elusive club called the Nine Pound Hammer in our beloved home away from home...Seattle. See, we couldn't find squat on this place on the world wide web. And we hadn't heard from Katy, our dear friend who set up the show for us, in a matter of weeks.

But we trust our northern brethren, and so we took our sweet time driving up, seeing friends on the way, catching as many bad movies as possible, and just praying that when we get to Seattle, they will be expecting us.

Low and behold, Katy said "let there be show". And there was show. And it was good.

It was REEEAL good.

The Nine Pound Hammer is a neighborhood bar in a non-neighborhood part of town. It's got one of those huge, carved-wood bars. You know...like a true saloony bar. And there are folks sittin' round that seem like they may have their names etched in their favorite bar stool. Regulars. Good men.

The rest of the place is a roomy, high-ceilinged affair. With several large wooden, round tables and hearty chairs, where you might find chaps bettin' on horses. Or playin' a bit-o-cards while the cigar smoke curls up to the rafters. Either way, you sit down in this place, and you know you're gonna stay for a while.

We found a little corner to park our gear. We found a little table to display some merch, and we found a little audience who enjoyed our songs. We kept it low key. No sense in bustin' eardrums in this joint.

A perfect intro to our Seattle stay. Nice bar, nice people, good friends. Thanks to Katy and the folks at the Nine Pound Hammer for letting us invade their cool spot for the night.