Dreampepper

Artist Profile: That 1 Guy from Pale Blue Pictures.

Mike is kicking off the Seattle City Arts Festival as That 1 Guy tonight at 7 pm at Chop Suey.

I'm so incredibly glad Mike's in town. His tour with Pogo, (the video remixer known most famously for Alice), seemed to have him touring everywhere but the Pacific Northwest, leaving me to miss him even more than usual! (I was quite looking forward to finally meeting Pogo, too, but something went down last week and he had to cancel the rest of the tour and skip back home to Australia. Don't know what happened yet, but hopefully nothing too dire.) Still, the timing seems perfect, given the onset on fall and its overbearing skies. Even though it's been several years since we split, I still find there's something soothing and perfect about him, as if his delightfully puckish and easy-going good nature is literally infectious, an airborne pathogen that makes everything okay.

that 1 guy - mustaches

My wackiest sweetheart Mike, That 1 Guy, has done it again, this time wearing all black out in the middle of the hot Nevada desert to wear fake mustaches for your amusement.

The new video is so much fun, he's devoting the next leg of his never ending tour to Mustaches and Laserbeams!! If you buy tickets for November's Mustaches & Laserbeams Tour before Aug 27, you get a free download of Ki:Theory's remix of Mustaches. Also, every presale ticket enters you to win a signed Mustaches & Laserbeams silk screen poster & tour t-shirt. (One winner per show.)


September 12: Clarks Grove, MN - Harvestfest at Harmony Park.
September 15: Seattle, WA - The Moore Theatre, (supporting Porcupine Tree).
September 16: Portland, OR - The Roseland Theatre, (supporting Porcupine Tree).
September 18: San Francisco, CA - Warfield Theatre, (supporting Porcupine Tree).
September 25: Bloomington, IN - Lotus World Music & Arts Festival.
September 27: Chicago, IL - Beat Kitchen Chicago.
October 1 – 5 : Noumea, New Caledonia - Femmes Funk.

365: 41 - 10.02.09
Thank you to everyone for the overwhelming response to my post regarding the potentially illegal use of my image in a pro logging campaign. Your support is appreciated and very welcome. I will do my best to keep everyone updated as information comes in. So far I have yet to discover what company it was or even when the campaign ran, but I've tracked down the photographer, (a very nice fellow I do not want to damage), though have not yet spoken to him, and have been promised a copy of the poster, which I will likely pick up next week. (I can already tell I'm going to feel uncomfortable having a life sized poster of myself in residence. Creeeeepy.) Everything else is going to have to wait until I get back from my weekend trip to the states.

Which reminds me...Who here lives in Portland, Seattle, or Bellingham? I'm going to be there, and I want to see you!
Come out to a show, point us toward where the good food lives, or even just say Hi!
We'll be arriving in Portland late tonight, probably too late for anything special, but should have almost all tomorrow free for exploration, meeting people, and general bumming about. Our current Things To Visit is a whopping list of two, (Sock Dreams, Voodoo Doughnuts), so we're open to suggestions. I think we'll head up to Seattle late Saturday morning or early afternoon, and spend the rest of our weekend there, with a quick Sunday gig stop with Mike in Bellingham on the way back. Bon voyage! I can't wait to get out of dodge.

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I've started to plan my trip down the coast for That Mike's gigs, calling people, asking who's going to be where, and trying to figure out how to get around.

I really like the idea of spending time out of town on Valentine's Day, though it means my friends in Seattle might mostly be "busy" elsewhere. Already I'm considering buying another pair of ridiculously skimpy panties to throw at him to celebrate. I've never had a pleasant Valentines. One of my better ones involved someone locking me out of the house in the rain. Last year Mike was in playing over in Australia for Valentines, and Stéphane had just died, so I instead of going out, I was effectively single, alone, and in mourning. The highlight of my day was when Ben Peek wrote me into an autobiographical story introduced by a large picture containing the word COCK.

So far things seem to be falling into place. Nick called last night to tell me his van survived the fire somehow unscathed and that he and Nicole want to come as a romantic trip of their own. (That word again.) If it all works out, we'll drive down to Portland on Thursday morning, love life there for a day, groovy down that night with Mike, drive up to Seattle, groovy with Mike some more, then spend the rest of the weekend drifting happily around Seattle like vacationing techno-hippies, and get back in time for my work on Monday morning. Depending on money, we might even make it down to his Wednesday night gig in Bend, which I find a delightful idea not least because I like the idea of a town named Bend. Seriously. You liked a place so much you decided to settle there, and that's what you come up with? Bend? I love you guys.

On the heels of my time in Seattle, then my time in Whistler, my lover came through town for a weekend. And broke up with me. But it was lovely. My blood is still gently humming contentment from the weekend with the same satisfaction found in tying a good knot. Mike and I had the nicest, kindest, most genial, and convivial split-up I have ever encountered, then spent all of Sunday on The Best Date We Never Had. Seriously. I feel all warm and fuzzy and completely and utterly loved, all the way from the roots of my multi-dyed hair to the very tips of my bare little toes.

Saturday started out badly, we had a worrisome phone-call notable only for the gulf of heart-bruising silence that ran underneath everything we said, but it brightened immeasurably as soon as we met at the club. There's something baked into his smile which unfailingly cheers me up, like an open door with sunshine on the other side.

The gig was marvelous, everyone had a fantastic time. The albums don't do him justice, they're great music, but seeing him live.. it's an extraordinary, inspiring experience. He twists, dances, and contorts around his instrument, setting a mad pace thick joyful exuberance. I've been to his concerts more than anyone else's and yet I still don't think I quite have the words to describe what it's like. There was one boy dancing along at the front so enthusiastically a wind came off his limbs.

Thankfully, it was an early night, with another band playing after, so we got to pack up and go for dinner at a half-way reasonable hour, something which doesn't happen very often. We went to the best Korean Tapas Fusion place, over on Robson, with James, Lung, Claire, her boyfriend, and my mother, Vicki. Delicious, nutritious, and tremendous fun. We toasted unlikely things, celebrated, and ate the perfect amount of far too much. On the ride back to my place, when it was just the two of us again, we went over the conversation we had neglected before, fitting our words together like the devout gears of a crystal mechanism, casual and insistent, gently examining our language to see where we'd gone and what would happen next. When we got to my place, it was somehow finally okay to go in and sleep alone.

Then all of Sunday, as if to make up for lost potential time, we spent on The Best Date We Never Had. He called when he woke up, drove straight over, graciously crammed into my windowsill with me so Lung could take our portrait, then brought me out to Pnohm Pehn, one of my favourite restaurants, for a few hours of religious experience late afternoon breakfast, then to La Casa Gelati, home to 208 flavours, for double-scoop ice-cream cones. When it was time to scoot over to the gig, we had elbow room enough to sit in the car and talk music before going in and facing set-up, and when it was time to vanish before the show, we settled into a coffee-shop with delicious tea to talk politics and the state of our worlds. (The Cold war, Rush, growing up believing in The Nuke, where we were when the Berlin Wall went down, the natural disasters created by man.)

I took video, That 1 Guy playing the Railway Club, April 5th & 6th: Forgotten Whales, How's 'Bout Those Holes in the Moon, Buttmachine, Somewhere Over the Rainbow (on the magic saw), Dig (on the magic boot), Solea (w. a bit of Iron man), The Moon is Disgusting (It's Made of Cheese), Cameo's Word Up finale, and one just for me, as I threw panties at the stage in Seattle.

After that we went for late night burger and shakes and the waiter thought we were so cute drinking two strawed from the milkshake that he took our picture. I even got a kiss goodnight at the door. It's like we should break-up all the time, "I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN, where should we go for dinner?" So though I'm suddenly single, it was done with such grace that I feel completely undamaged. He figured out the magic combination, like how to kiss angels without being scalded.

"Hello Friends

Western Canada, I'm talking to you! Coming soon, a few shows in your neck of the woods! Salmon Arm and Vancouver to be more specific.

See here:

April 4, 2008 - Salmar Classic Theatre - Salmon Arm, BC, Canada

April 5, 2008 - The Railway Club - Vancouver, BC, Canada

April 6, 2008 - The Railway Club - Vancouver, BC, Canada

Hope to see you there!

love

that1guy"

Vote for Mike as That 1 Guy

March 6, 2008 - Langerado Music Festival - Everglades National Park, FL

March 7, 2008 - Fox Theatre W/ BUCKETHEAD - Boulder, CO

March 8, 2008 - Fox Theatre W/ BUCKETHEAD - Boulder, CO

March 9, 2008 - The Belly Up W/ BUCKETHEAD - Aspen, CO

March 18, 2008 - Numos W/ BUCKETHEAD - Seattle, WA

March 19, 2008 - Service Station W/ BUCKETHEAD - Spokane, WA

March 20, 2008 - Aladdin Theatre W/ BUCKETHEAD - Portland, OR

March 21, 2008 - Domino Room W/ BUCKETHEAD - Bend, OR

March 22, 2008 - WOW Hall, Comm. Ctr for the Perf. Arts W/ BUCKETHEAD - Eugene, OR