Wow...what a great 24 hours. Last night, thanks to David, we saw
Low at the Triple Door and today, thanks to
826 Seattle volunteer Blaire, I tried
bacon chocolate.
Life is good.

Low was fantastic. Melodic and thumping. I feel like the bass player has it kind of easy. I know that's probably really offensive in bass-playing circles, but he just stands there and taps the strings twice every beat. Thump-thump thump-thump. On second thought, there was an awesome little military surplus Navy chaplain's "field organ" that he played for a couple songs. It had pedals and appeared to fold up into a 3' x 2' box with a handle.

The bacon chocolate was equally good. Like a Nestlé Crunch, only baconier. Tiny nuggets of salty goodness hidden in sweet and smoky milk chocolate. Nay-sayers can keep their boring ol' regular Hershey bars. This is candy ingenuity at its Homer-esque best. Bacon
does make everything better.
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