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Breda 5-Song Demo (1990)

1990 Promo CardMight write more about this later, might not. This one goes out to Joe, in fact, this one is entirely owed to Joe. Find my full reviews of Breda and Fire Choir demo tapes in the 1990 book, up over there in the top right sidebar. Watch for a Fire Choir MP3 playlist here (featuring regular-ish member of Queensryche, Kelly Gray) in the weeks ahead.

For a true taste of late 80’s hair metal fame attempts from Seatown, I present in MP3 format, Breda (note that the E should have an accent above it). A Seattle band that is, by way of New York City (said with a Pace picante twang)!

Original TDK D60 cassette remains intact.

Breda 5-Song Demo Jacket


Love/Hate Reunite to Rock Sin City!


Love/Hate has an unshakable party rock groove that has endured a score of years in a genre that has racked up it’s share of casualties along the way. Whether they still got what it takes is a revelation I’m looking forward to.

Jizzy Pearl, Skid & Jon E. Love are coming to Vegas for an amazing way to kick off 2013 with a free show next Saturday night at Vamp’d in Vegas.

Read the full show preview at Rock Over America. Or check it out below the show vid below.

And here’s the show!

Date:  Jul 11, 1990
Title:  Love/Hate Sin Again!
Band:  Dio, Love-Hate
Venue:  Paramount Theater
Place:  Seattle, WA
Author:  Michael Edward Browning
Photos:  Gwen Stamm
Posted:  Dec 27, 2012
Love/Hate has an unshakable party rock groove that has endured a score of years in a genre that has racked up it’s share of casualties along the way. Whether they still got what it takes is a revelation I’m looking forward to.

Jizzy Pearl, Skid & Jon E. Love are coming to Vegas for an amazing way to kick off 2013 with a free show next Saturday night at Vamp’d in Vegas.

I mention those three on word from Mike Povich (who is reviewing the show for ROA) but whether Joey Gold will be manning the set remains a question for me. Even though the last Wiki reference is over three years old and mentions Darren Housholder slinging axe for an ’07 British tour as well as 10 other members listed, none are drummers.

Still, the show poster leaves Joey Gold out of the picture, so we’ll see if it’s a total resurrection. Hope so. Those four guys know how to have fun!

Couldn’t find much for them online, Jizzy’s site had tour dates four years old. This UK ticketer is selling for a spring romp across the pond dubbed the Blackout Tour so it looks like Mike’s interview may contain some surprises for the fans.

Stay tuned to ROA for the latest!

But what follows now, for your viewing enjoyment and to see what you might expect this weekend, is a classic review previously published in City Heat, Seattle’s Music Magazine, in October 1990.

Follow the hot links in the story for more fun.

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Last time Love/Hate was in town [Seattle] they played Meeker’s Landing on a Tuesday night. Playing at no cost to the fan on a Z-Rock sponsored tour, they played after two local hopefuls and tore it out on the small stage.

At that time, Skid (Love/Hate’s bass player) was heard to comment:

“It’s just been a dream come true, it really has. You know, we spent our whole life fantasizing about what it would be like to be traveling around the country in a big rock and roll tour bus, and it’s just exceeded all of our expectations.”

Three months later they returned to play the Para­mount (on a Tuesday night no less) sandwiched between headliner Dio and new metal contenders Cold Sweat.

They grabbed the focus of the audience immediately with their die-hard Z-Rocker and title track from their gold debut, Blackout In The Red Room, then held it captive throughout the set (which had twenty or so minutes trimmed since last time, leaving Wasted in America the only new song remaining on this evening’s set list).

We tasted the harder side with the likes of Tumbleweed, Fuel To Run, Rock Queen, and One More Round, then the lighter and nearly (in)sensitive She’s An Angel (oh, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah). They ended the show with a strobe-lit extrava­ganza, Why Do You Think They Call It Dope? (their current MTV rotator).

Love/Hate will be back in the Emerald City soon, this time taking another step up playing the Coliseum with AC/DC. Heck, they may even move here they like it so much. I asked the man out front, Jizzy Pearl, about his favorite tour stops;

“Well I like it up here if it wouldn’t fuckin’ rain so much! I dig the Oregon/Washington vibe of the greenery and just the cleanliness. L.A.’s a bit dirty sometimes.”

Yes, Jizzo, we understandably echo your sentiments.

Now on to the headliner, Dio! Unfortunately, his diminutive head was about all I saw of Ronnie James Dio.

From the moment the lights dimmed and the screen on stage lit up, the packed Para­mount crowd was scrambling for higher ground as though a flood had come coursing through the building. They maintained the arm rests as a floor thru the entire set and for those less emphatic or more polite; tough shit!

Anyway, the screen kicked it off with a weird sequence culminat­ing in a suited woman reading a list of crimes to which Ronnie James (obviously) plead guilty. They then took off with Wild One from his new album.

The theatrical staging was that of a carcass rotting in a post nuclear wasteland. Situated amongst the weathered ribs were two stories of power. Keys and skins held ground upstairs with all chords (vocal and fretted) down under.

Although there were a lot of notable tunes missing, he still gave us a sizeable cross section of his career from Rainbow through Black Sabbath up to his solo work. He journeyed thru the ancient Man On the Silver Mountain to the merely old Children Of The Sea and Heaven And Hell up to the spanking newness of the title track and Hey Angel from his just-released Lock Up The Wolves LP. Also in there were heavy favorites Last In Line, Stand Up And Shout as well as Long Live Rock And Roll.

Being the metallic traditionalist he is, we can forgive his decision for the obligatory extended solos of his band. Especially since the keyboard piece was so nifty. Start­ing upstairs the ivory man [Jens Johansson] ran down to meet another keyboard that had descended from the ceiling. He continued his solo as it swayed to and fro. Then on the last resonating note it ascended back to the rafters where it erupted into a shower of sparks.

In true Dio fashion, no theatrical expense was spared thus the night was filled with fires, flash pots and explosions.

They wound it down with this Holy Diver’s most notable, etched into the collective consciousness of the initial MTV generation, Rain­bow In The Dark.

After the show, our publisher asked Ronnie his feelings toward our fair city.

“The crowds in Seattle are always the best,” he exclaimed, “and to­night’s was exceptional! The security thugs here, however, are acting like the Gestapo. They were really pummeling some of those kids.”

This last bit, unfortunately, isn’t really news to Paramount show veterans. But, all told, it still was one of the best Tuesday nights I’ve had in a long time (three months, at least)!

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R.I.P. Ronnie.


If you’re going to be in Las Vegas this weekend, don’t miss the best deal of this new year! Fah-REE on Saturday night at Vamp’d on West Sahara.

Here, have a half priced drink to get ya started, just click the vid. It’s Happy Hour!

WordCamp 2011 – Albuquerque

ABQ WordCamp


Karin – ART:
Galleries/Multiple Galleries/Lightbox

Michael – FILM:
Easy Video Player 2, embedding YouTube video

Aryon – MUSIC
Google Calendar Plugin, Facebook Social Plugin, Bandcamp Plugin, MailChimp Widget

Word Camp ABQ 2011

Moderator: Jennifer De la Garza
Art: Karin Pitman
Film/Writing: Michael Browning
Music: Aryon Hoselton

Watch the presentation now
on right here.

Click the photo!

Heaven’s Gate Cottages [Pacific Northwest – May 1993]

Section: Weekends

Heaven’s Gate Cottages

50055/18 McKenzie Highway, Vida, OR 97488
(503/541) 822-3214 /896-3855

Whatever the season, a back-porch perch at Heaven’s Gate is recommended for viewing the river slipping by.

From that particular perch, the particular river would be the McKenzie. Widely esteemed in trout and steelhead circles, the shallow waters of the McKenzie offer thrills to all ages and attitudes. Whether it’s adrenalin-inducing white-water rafting or sleep-inducing aqua-gazing, the McKenzie fills the bill.

A little less than three hours from Portland and six hours from Seattle, Heaven’s Gate Cottages lie nestled along the river’s north bank on Highway 126, 45 minutes east of Interstate 5 at Eugene-Springfield. The drive into the foothills is a pleasant farewell to the lean concrete of the interstate.

In the summer, angling is an obvious lure at Heaven’s Gate Cottages. The McKenzie is known for its game fish. With the river virtually underfoot, a novice would have no trouble casting from the deck, but the area is full of other options.

The water alone offers many. First comes fishing for the big one. If you’re no trout expert, you can accompany a fishing guide.

If being on the water is what you crave, there are even more options. For timid porch-sitters, there are scenic riverboat rides; for adventuresome thrill-chasers, there are white-water rafting trips.

Also, nearby facilities rent floating devices such as a kayak or a motorized flatboat.
While the river itself is much too treacherous for water-skiing or windsurfing, those too are mere moments away. The Cougar and Blue River reservoirs are within 15 minutes.

Head up the Cascades to Fish Lake, just 45 minutes away, and you notice that the area along the McKenzie Highway is full of recreational and scenic spots. Stream fishers find an abundance of picturesque sites, including Belknap Springs, Lost Springs, and Sahalie Falls.

Natural phenomena are found at Sawyers Ice Cave near the lava fields, about an hour east of Heaven’s Gate. Farther cast is the pioneer-style city of Sisters. Beloved for its western classic quaintness and one-of-a-kind shops, Sisters makes for an excellent lazy afternoon.

Pacific Northwest - Heaven's Gate Cottages [May 1993]

Pacific Northwest – Heaven’s Gate Cottages [May 1993]

When the sun sets, get ready for blissful isolation – if that’s what you want. Even though the cottages have full kitchens and even a Weber out back – ready for your choice of grillables – some people simply prefer not to cook.

You’re in luck. The Forest Glen (Blue River), a mere five minutes east, has good food and a lounge at reasonable prices. The Log Cabin Restaurant and Lounge (McKenzie Bridge), the Village Cafe (Nimrod), and the Riverside Inn and Ike’s Pizza (both in Vida) are all within about 20 minutes via back roads and offer ample epicurean diversity. Breakfast can be had at the Whitewater Cafe (Blue River) or the Vida Cafe (yes, in Vida) any time after 7:00 a.m.

Heaven’s Gate manager Mary Mitchell knows the neighborhood and is glad to point the way. She’s just up and across the road at the yellow house behind the Heaven’s Gate sign, and she commutes to the cottages on a custom golf cart covered with banners and hearts.

As you learn later – after a rigorous day in the woods and the dinner of your choice – while lounging by the fire with the sound of water all around you, this environment can’t help but kindle romance.

In fact, it’s not unheard-of for couples to abandon all plans after checking in. Once you see the potential for private relaxation, you may not want to open
the door again until your departure.

Relaxing in the warm comfort and rustic air of the Moon River (one of four cottages – two one-bedroom units and two studios) evokes memories of a distant, gentler time.

Studios ($61, double occupancy) house a queen-size bed with a davenport that folds down into a double bed. Both a queen and a double bed occupy the bedroom of the larger units ($70, double occupancy), with a fold-out davenport in the living room.

Each extra person costs only $6 – not a bad rate – but most would agree this is more of a couples thing just the same.

-Michael Browning

[2013 revision goes here]

Sir Mix-A-Lot at The Paramount [Seattle Post-Intelligencer – 12/01/92]

Seattle Post-Intelligencer, Tuesday, December 1, 1992
Sir Mix-A-Lot shakes things up in fund-raiser

Sir Mix-A-Lot, Kid Sensation, N2Deep and Paperboy, rap concert, Sunday night at the Paramount Theatre.

By Michael Browning
Special to the P-l

It was a triumphant night of Seattle rap and hip-hop that brought young people together in support of an even younger member of the community. In a show Sunday night at the 2,800-seat Paramount Theatre, local rap star Sir Mix-A-Lot staged a concert to help raise money for a bone-marrow transplant for a 3-year-old Tacoma girl. Janai Cante spent her third birthday watching the show from a wheelchair in the wings, ever-present smile blazing. Proceeds from the sold-out, S15-a-person show will be combined with money raised over the last few weeks by members of the Seahawks, Mariners and University of Washington Huskies football team. (Those wishing lo contribute to the campaign to raise the more than $250,000 needed for the bone-marrow transplant can donate money to the Janai Cante benefit account at any U.S. Bank branch.)

Sir Mix-A-Lot, who went to the top of the national singles charts this year with his hit song “Baby Got Back.” brought along his long-time protege, Seattle rapper Kid Sensation. But first on stage in this hometown hip-hop test were the group Paperboy, made up of four young performers in need of more experience, and the slightly more entertaining duo N2 Deep.

Finally, “The Kid” hit the stage, treating the mostly teen-age crowd to the big-league sounds of hip-hop. Kid Sensation’s straight-forward set, punctuated by the songs “Seatown Ballers” and “The Weekend,” begged the question. “Why isn’t this guy bigger?” Mostly ignored by the black music community, Seattle rap artists continue to struggle for recognition on a national level. Hopefully, Sir Mix-A-Lot’s impact on the record charts this year will make that a little less of a struggle.

The high point in Kid Sensation’s performance featured a guest appearance by another young man in top form — the Mariners’ Ken Griffey Jr. — during the song “The Way I Swing.”


From behind the platform supporting the band, Sir Mix-A-Lot appeared in a mink jacket and his trademark fedora. Performing songs from his current album. “Mack Daddy,” along with old favorites like “My Hooptie” and “Beepers.” Mix carried the crowd along. New tunes “Swap Meet Louie” and “Testarossa” were eagerly received. But the classic “Posse on Broadway” brought the house down.

Surrounded by as many as six “posse” members and five female dancers, Sir Mix-A-Lot kept cool while watching the others sweat. The theatrics during a mock shakedown of his posse by a dancer in a police uniform on “One Time’s Got No Case” were almost laughable in light of the small army of Seattle police officers that greeted concertgoers when they arrived (the police assured that the show went on without incident).

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Rap artist Sir Mix-A-Lot’s benefit
concert Sunday was a sellout.

Flanked by two pistol-gripping women in shades. Sir Mix-A-Lot, in the guise of his high-rolling alter ego, Mack Daddy, looked on while the mock police officer searched his posse. Utilizing the latest in laser and lighting technology, the lurid hues overhead lent additional impact to the visual spectacle on-stage.

The whole crew came out to shake their tails for the finale of “Baby Got Back” a song celebrating women with large posteriors (for this, Sir Mix-A-Lot brought out a special dancer). Before closing with his hottest-selling single of the year. Sir Mix-A-Lot invited about 60  “homegirls” to the stage to “shake their thang.”

Dr. Unknown, Red Platinum: Hot Flashes [City Heat – May 1992]

dr. Unknown and Red Platinum

Tonight I saw a groovy, sparsely attended show, and I’m not too shit-faced so I guess I’ll tell you about it.

I must’ve gotten to Pike Place Market’s Colourbox just after the opening band finished ’cause the Pearl Jam CD was playing and it seemed almost over (read: ungodly long break) by the time dr. Unknown took the tiny stage. New guitarist Matt Fox (from Bitter End) and vocalist Jeff Carrell were riffin’ into some tasty breaks while bassist Derek Peace joined them for some hair flying frenzy. Cool songs I caught titles on were Misery and Come Down To Love. I didn’t catch the name of a jazzy little number that truly blew socks.

News from the front is that they’ve accepted an offer and the deal’s in that red tape stage before they can actually announce the signing. Congrats guys.

Next up was an electrified set by Red Platinum. Almost 1:00 by the time they kicked in, they apparently had some serious voltage surging through their equipment as guitarist Eric Wunderlich commented, “Nothing like a little 110 to liven up a performance!” And lively it was, by the time they started the second tune, Doug, his hair looked like someone had rubbed him with a balloon.

They played the best older stuff like Shovin’, and some nifty new ones, Don’t Take It Away and Mother Nature. They probably saved the best new material for last but it was well past my bedtime so I snuck my ass out of the Central/Satyricon shaped club.

Walking to my car I flashed a ‘peace’ to Matt Fox as he turned the corner in front of me, then silently wished him luck as one of Seattle’s finest filed into traffic behind him.


Van Halen at The Tacoma Dome: In Concert [City Heat – February 1992]

VAN HALEN at The Tacoma Dome

Well. first off, the miserable drive down to the Tacky Dome is always enough to get a rainy winter evening off to a foul start. This night was no exception. Couple that with typical TicketMaster annoyances and a mighty ensemble of over zealous south end security and you’ve got a fairly representational Tacoma Dome event.

Due to the distance, we completely missed Alice In Chain’s set, which, opening for Van Halen, was something we’d looked forward to. Due to the wet cattle run/reptilian maze that stood between the tickets and the entrance, we missed the first half of Poundcake. No biggee, but we still gotta find our seats. On the other side.

By the time Judgement Day had started we were set. Runaround completed the initial greet from For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge then they went into several Sammy tunes, One Way To Rock and the solo acoustic Give To Live.

For me, the highlight of the evening by far was when they spontaneously launched into Rock Candy (from Sammy’s early days in Montrose) after picking up a local [RKCNDY nightclub] flyer thrown onstage.

Hearing Rock Candy done live suddenly made it all worthwhile. After having witnessed the Van Hagar production three or four times now, and feeling they are rather uninteresting live by this point, I realized that they still can swing flashes of brilliance.

They touched on the last couple VH albums, OU812 and 5150, with Black And Blue, Finish What Ya Started, Best Of Both Worlds and Why Can’t This Be Love. After I Can’t Drive 55, Sammy went into some angry rant about the state of society as an intro to This Dream Is Over. Then they took their traditional unified bow and left the stage. But you knew the old guys were coming back at least once; just like by looking around you knew they hadn’t lost their ability to pack throngs of scantily clad teenyrockers into arenas.

And they did. Returning with a silly Jump during the chorus of which Eddie was only able to get one foot off the ground at a time. Top Of The World was supposed to be the last, but Sammy, feeling good the first night back from a rest that began when they cancelled the show scheduled here in December, just didn’t want to leave.

So getting back at him for throwing the rest of them into Rock Candy earlier, the three original VH members dove headlong into Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Love, a song Sammy finished by apologizing with,

“We haven’t played that one in five years!”

Sounded okay to me.

Gruntruck – Inside Yours: Hot Flashes Local Tracks [City Heat – February 1992]

Inside Yours
eMpTy / RoadRacer

This is a re-release that a lot of people are glad to see given new life.

Feb 92 HF Gruntruck InsideYoursOriginally produced by Jack Endino and delivered by locals at eMpTy Records in fall 1990, Inside Yours, the debut of star-crossed Gruntruck, has been picked up by RoadRacer – who remixed a track and added two more before presentation.

Gruntruck is the thunderous culmination of Skin Yard’s voice, Ben McMullen, and The Accused’s guitar, Tommy Niemeyer (Tommy’s favorite is Flesh Fever and mine is the other new track on there, Crucifunkin’), joined by Tim Paul (Napalm Beach) and Norman Scott (Final Warning, Skin Yard) these grunge-crunchers create Seattle beauty at it’s heavy best.

Own it.

Nirvana: “Halloween” Cover [City Heat – Christmas 1991]

It was just about 7:30 and we were standing out back by load-in talking to the DGC rep just a few feet from where Kurdt was timidly socializing with a small group (of what from all indications was composed of riot grrls). The three girls surrounding wore a shroud of indifference to him that led one to believe they were definitely traveling with the band in the shabby travel van parked next to the Paramount load-in doors. Kurdt was casually explaining to an acquaintance how he probably wouldn’t have time to get together seeing as how they had only the next day off and then Saturday were flying to Europe to begin that leg of the tour.
Climbing the Paramount’s rear stairway we passed Chris and Kurdt on the thrid flight and once again I was amazed at how insignificant 6’2″ feels standing next to Novoselic. As we exchanged formalities I attempted to succinctly mention what a good album Bleach’s followup turned out to be. More pleasantries and the ascent continued. Fifth floor at the meet-n-greet, radio and retail crowded first around the beer and deli trays then Chris and Kurdt when they arrived. Numerous industry photo ops ensued, pix snapped. Our turn arrived so Karen broke out the Santa hats and both Nirvanites happily donned the soon-to-be legendary black Santa hats. Forming a quick attachment, Kurdt decided that he wanted to keep his black Santa hat as keepsake. Karen let him.
Knowing full well that they were being assaulted this very night by a media and mania trying to get a grasp of the reasons behind the fanatic acceptance, nay wanton embrace, of Nevermind, I held myself to a single, brief question. I asked Chris how the band felt about the deluge of interest and hype, to which he replied, “Well, I suppose it’s better us than Poison.”
After the chatter we ran into “Mrs. Cobain”, who had finally managed to make it inside the venue. Said Wendy, “I’ve never had so much trouble and had to jump thru so many hoops just to watch my kid!” Nevertheless, she was smiling parent proudly as she said it. We went back downstairs to watch Mudhoney’s set from stage left. Possibly (probably?) their first live set from the Paramount’s prodigious floorboards, they were as tight as I’ve ever seen them, fun and showy with their ritualistic beer trips to the drum riser on a speedier pace than usual. The set itself was dramatically punctuated by a rain of change that followed a Mark Arm comment concerning insufficient finances. He was, apparently, quite serious. I later noticed him selectively picking out quarters off the stage. Steve Turner had different (yet similarly sized) priorities as he picked up and placed possessively on his amp the scattering mini-Snickers that appeared, along with coinage, around their feet.
When Nirvana stepped up to the plate for their set, the shit really hit as we felt the noise levels throughout The Paramount bounce up several decibels. They put on their patently energetic/introverted with Chris pogoing about while Kurdt stayed fairly stationary, vocalizing thru his dirty blondish mop of hair. Behind them both, Dave kept the rhythm rollin’.
About this time Kurdt’s mom Wendy re-enters our world, crawling across equipment backstage and generally beaming. I asked her if, now that she had passed The Paramount’s initiation, was she having herself a good time? “I’m having the most fun I’ve had in years and the best Halloween, EVER!”
The Nirvana stage was flanked on either side by androgynous go-go dancers, one male, one female, wering identical blond bobs, shorts, tinted goggles and t-shirts emblazoned with “BOY” and “GIRL” (which inaccurately, judging by their chests, described the occupants. I learned that, at least in live settings, Chris owns the voice that sings the stolen intro to Territorial Pissings. By the time it was over, I was so drunkenly delerious on this particular concert experience, I couldn’t remember what song they played last. I think it was Love Buzz, but whatever it was, it was on.
As are they. Bear witness to this ride, Seattle.