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Big cement boxes the boat goes in and out of. Makes scary flooding noises when you sleep, like maybe the boat really is going down this time.  

The rest of my family lived in europe for awhile. I wasn’t born until ’67 so I missed out. Here are a few pictures my parents took.  

My mother.  

My dad in Paris. With the pipe. 

Hattie’s Hat, where my group Lower Monumental played. Taken with the Lomo.  

Decadent hepcats swill the hooch at Hattie’s Hat.  

I forget who these guys are- I think they might be Norwegian- they were playing some pretty intensive free stuff at the Tractor Tavern.  

Seattle saxophonist Rich Cole. He played with my brother and festival organizer John Bishop, Rick Mandyke, Dan Balmer and Chuck Deardorf.  

The saxophonist centers himself before a show.  

“Sac” park. I don’t know why they call it that.  

We’re gonna play some jazz.  

Tim and Willie getting ready to wail!