mackro

He knows about and is willing to share info on incredibly good places to eat. He can talk for hours about music and WA politics and life in general, with exuberance! With verve! With perspicacity!

Met Brian at his booking digs, the Funhouse in Seattle.

Despite his name, while he certainly doesn’t have a black-tie-white-belt-micro-emo-butt by any means, I wouldn’t use the word “fat” either.

Brian is an incredibly warm, friendly guy though—and I can’t imagine anyone saying any different.

Why I want to meet Mackro? Beside the fact that I love his beard, I would like to meet Mackro and chat about his icelandic ice cap trip. And I am curious about all the record stores he wants to visit. A beard, music freak, ice caps : this guy looks very cool!

Send me a message et je t apprendrai quelques mots en francais! ;)

There aren’t many people who, all choices being otherwise equal, will seriously consider in a thoughtful way whether to look into work that will broaden his own experience or into work that could indirectly help benefit a large number of folks. A sign of caring, if I may say, and I don’t say it lightly.

Oh he’s a one, this one. And I know him. And you will have him. And you will like him.
(That’s not meant to be as threatening as it sounds.) More later, oh yes.

From the day he walked in the KUCI studios that mid day in 1992 while I was on the air, it was music geek luvin’ at first sight.

Need more be said to front cred for Ned?

So, you—the Seattle lifer—may think you got your specific nooks and crannies in town to yourself and all figured out, without interference from anyone else.

We-e-e-ll, you would be very wrong, my friend.

Daniel knows about it. He’s probably publicly told the world about it, in fact—and given recommendations about the respective nook and/or crannie thereof.

You can’t hide anything from Daniel. You never will.

Thankfully he’s a really nice guy, so you just have to be really nice to him, and your persona won’t be exposed (even though your secret places and goals will.. but that was inevitable anyway.)

Erik is so hardcore that he grew up in Irvine, CA, admitted it, and lived to tell about it. Moreover, he probably listened to my horribly boring, whiny voice on KUCI until he left for greener, more northern pastures.

However, he nor I were hardcore enough to get people to throw drinks at each other at a recent company anniversary party, so he’s close to being the Merlin of hardcore, but no Wizardus Anarchus Primus.. yet.

We tried to enlist volunteers to have a glass of beer thrown at them, and tried to figure out how many mutual friends and acquaintances we had in common. I think there were at least 3…

Thanks for coming to the party, Brian!