By Randall Roberts
Top Songs (that aren’t trance or prog house) heard last night kicking out of
any of the hundreds of rolling sound systems (or someone’s mouth) roaming
1. “Sara Smile,” Hall & Oates.
2. “Apache,” the Sugar Hill Gang.
3. “Fizheuer Zieheuer,” Ricardo Villalobos
4. “Funk #49,” James Gang.
5. “I Want You (She’s So Heavy),” the Beatles
6. “Sex Bomb,” Flipper.
7. “Kerosene,” Big Black. Screamed by some dude riding along the Esplanade.
“I was born in this town/Lived here my whole life!/Probably come to die in
this town!/Lived here my whole life!/Set me on fire, kerosene!”
8. “The Truth,” Handsome Boy Modeling School.
9. “Bitch,” Rolling Stones.
10. “Lose Yourself” (instrumental), Eminem.
Searching from Bruce Pavitt, update.
I’ve written in big letters on an Esplanade chalk board, “ARE YOU BRUCE
PAVITT? KNOW WHERE HE IS? FIND RANDALL AT CAFÉ VILLAGE 5:30 AND C.” The
first person I ask once lived in Seattle, and recognizes the name. “Bruce
Pavitt of Sub Pop Records?” says the woman, a photographer for Wired
magazine. “I know who he is, but I don’t know where he is.” She suggests
that he might be staying at one of the Seattle camps, but doesn’t know where
they are. It’s a start.
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