The other day I went to a Mariner's game. I expected that they would lose, but to my surprise - they won. They haven't been doing so well this year. The atmosphere was nice, because you could feel the excitement in the stadium and the air cracked and roared with the applause of thousands of fans. Where was I? In the Terrace Club - drinking a beer with my girlfriend and finishing an overpriced hot dog. I played softball for 11 years, and so I do like the sport. Nevertheless - the game served as a backdrop to an engaging conversation between my friend and I. It is very easy for me to become distracted during the game with talks of relationships, fashionable shoes, work etc. I may have been a tomboy - but still I'd rather gab with a girlfriend then watch the game (8/10 times at least!). =) Much to the relief of my mother, I grew into things like fashion, make-up and girlie things. I honestly think my mom was afraid of my tomboyishness. I hated dresses and wanted to play with the boys in the neighborhood and played soccer at recess. Okay, the boys and soccer haven't changed...but I do love shopping and have a weakness for fashion. =) However, for a mother who supported herself by modeling part time- I wasn't exacly the little girl in the pink fluffy dress and black paten leather shoes playing with dolls she always wanted. (At least that is what I imagined..) She got the little girl who was loud, ran everywhere, played with blocks, match box cars, thought make up was rediculous and got dirty. However, I did have a passion for Cabbage Patch Kids, the American Girls dolls and Strawberry Shortcake. All was not lost.

But I digress!

After the game and dropping my friend off at her apartment on Queen Anne Hill - I stopped at a light by Easy Street Records. Ah, self-indulgence. I wanted music. I decided to pull in and blow a few Jacksons on the musical arts.

I walked away with two discs - the Posies and a new discovery - Tim Seely's Funeral Music.

"Everyone" knows the Posies. However, Tim Seely - perhaps not.

I was drawn to the packaging. I always am (same goes for wine labels - although my boss cringes at that).  The case resembled a folder and had a string clasp on the back (the kind you twist around circular paper disks). Very creative. The cover, had a pink music staff, two measures and the "lyrics" - "Caw, Caw". There was a chickadee-esque bird upsidown. Artistic. Irresistible. I made the purchase - good music. Emotive, sometimes mellow. Check it out: http://www.armyoftim.com/ 

In fact, while looking for a link to Tim - I ran across a great blogger. Definitely worth a read. Funny coincidence, she recommended the album AND noted the interesting packaging: http://nictate.blogspot.com/2005/08/spin-globally-think-frequently.html#comments. I just read this entry but it hooked me. =) Love the observation and commentary about the Audrey movie. Not to mention anyone who bothers to transcribe an old movie and make a comment like that HAS to be cool.  Rock on Nictate.