When feeling homesick for Seattle, I dig around in the old memory box (my brain, computer files and literally a box I have under my bed). Today I came up with one of the many incredible adventures I was lucky to embark on with my band, Hallways.
We played as a five-piece band throughout 2009 and during that Summer, were offered an incredible gig at Smoke Farm, a privately owned mecca of earth, north of Seattle that hosts the playground for Seattle based non-profit, Rubicon Foundation. Smoke Farm was hosting the 2nd Annual Burning Beast, a tribute to the Seattle restaurant industry and a sincere celebration of food and the customs inherent to eating.
We ate the most incredible, sustainably-raised meat and fish, we made dear friends, we bonded over our years of hard work in customer service, we celebrated a hard working community, we honored the beast we ate and we ate, we ate, we ate. We played music until the wee hours with our dear friends and we drank, we camped, we lived!
I miss you, my dear, dear home of Seattle, Washington. This is one of my many love letters to you. You should definitely go to Burning Beast next year. xo, *Stephica