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To be honest, I’m not exactly sure this counts as “Seattle music”, but for the sake of needing to write an article to be able to stay relevant on the local music journalism scene in my own mind, I went to the club, ahem, sorry, Seattle’s largest and longest-running gay club (per their website), Neighbours this weekend on Capitol Hill. Now, my original plan had been to attend Karl Denson’s Tiny Universe (a really fantastic funk band that I really highly recommend) at The Neptune Theater on Sunday, however, a mental exaggeration of my destitute state led me to believe I wouldn't be able to afford the twenty-five dollars for a ticket. So what did I do instead? I went to the Unicorn to get cocktails with some friends, then paid an eight dollar cover at Neighbours and imbibed a little bit more, only to realize later on down the line with some mathematical distress that with that same amount of money I could have actually just bought myself a ticket and enjoyed myself some real fine tunes. But do I think regret is for lame, weak-spirited saps? Yes, I do. So c’est la vie. Life can’t be all funk shows and bubblegum, sometimes its poor decisions and gay clubs at 1 AM. But don’t get me wrong here. I absolutely love gay clubs. They are better than regular clubs in my opinion. I can’t honestly say I've had a bad moment at one- nor a sober moment to be sure, but that’s neither here nor there- and I've always left feeling free and liberated, with visions of shiny, muscular go-go’s dancing in my head.
So what about the music at this place? Pure pop, reassembled by someone who by all accounts must have learned their DJ’ing skills from one of those idiot’s how-to guides. But I’ll be damned if it still isn't fun to flail around to. Did it make me die a little inside that they played the extremely “so yesterday” “Party Rock Anthem” by LMFAO yet again, in a very UN-ironic fashion with the expectation that we would all collectively squeal and jump around like it was the mid-nineties and we were getting some slightly different reincarnation of Barbie’s dream house/car/face for Christmas? A little. Did I let it affect my boogie? Hell naw, I was there to be serious. And when they played not one, but two songs that have been featured on the HBO series “Girls” (“Dancing on my Own” by Swedish artist Robyn and “I Love it” by Swedish duo Icona Pop) did I jump around and scream like I was in my mid-twenties and living in New York and totally re-enact that scene where two of the characters get spun and go jump around and dance at a gay club? Um, please, why was I even there.
In conclusion, what does Neighbours contribute to the Seattle music scene? About as much as this article contributes to the modern catalogue of distinguished music literature. But hey, I never said this was Rolling Stone.