What a bad weekend for music. Buck Owens and Nikki Sudden both passed on, and then there was that terrible murder/suicide over on Capitol Hill Saturday morning. The thoughts of Science Girl and myself are with the survivors, friends and loved ones of all those involved.
I’ve never had much use for electronica or any of that sort of thing, myself, but I‘d hate to see this become an indictment of a style of music rather than the tragedy that it is. Kyle Huff could just as easily have spent the evening at the Croc, or the Funhouse, or the Paramount, or Benaroya Hall for that matter. What sort of music he and the victims were into really doesn’t have much bearing on things. There will be some who’ll leap to the conclusion that a subculture they don’t understand (and that seems a little scary therefore) was somehow involved in the deaths of a group of young people, and we’ll get a few rousing chorus’ of “Won’t someone think of the children?”. Next thing you know, we’ll back to the bad old days of the Teen Dance Ordinance, or worse. I haven’t seen a lot of that yet, and I hope we don’t, but historically that’s been the sort of response one can expect from an event like this. Blame whatever bad chemicals (man-made or organic) that were in Huff’s head when he went and got that shotgun from his truck, but don’t blame the music.
In lighter news: I know I’ve promised changes recently, and so far they haven’t been forthcoming. Trust me, though; there has been movement recently in this regard. I should some have quasi-exciting news soon. Unfortunately, when this will happen is out of my hands at the moment, so sit tight and I’ll wait along with you.