#exhibit booth Seattle

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Hey Seattle - We are at ECCC!

Our rec board is looking lonely and we have SWAG!!

Did you know that we make collections for the rec boards at events? You can check them out here - https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Live_Events_Recs/collections

We will be there all weekend (29Feb-3Mar) so please come see us! We're at Booth 11634, exhibition hall in the summit building!

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At the museum of pop culture in Seattle there's a booth in the horror exhibit where you are supposed to scream as loud as you can and I firmly believe this should be a common thing. These booths should be on every corner like payphones used to be

[satoshi-mochida]

Phantom Rose II Sapphire launches October 30

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Roguelike deckbuilding strategy game Phantom Rose II Sapphire will launch for PC via Steam on October 30, publisher PLAYISM and developer makaroll announced. It will support English, Japanese, Korean, Simplified Chinese, and Traditional Chinese language options.

Get the latest details below.

About

Phantom Rose II Sapphire is the long-awaited sequel to the popular Phantom Rose Scarlet. Just like its predecessor, Phantom Rose II Sapphire adopts the unique draw-less card mechanic and instead relies on careful management of your deck’s cooldown in battle. Take on the role of Aria, our new protagonist, and help her escape the phantom-infested Marion Magic Academy while trying to regain her lost memories.

Two Classes, Each with Unique Properties

In Phantom Rose II Sapphire, players get to choose between the Blade Class and the all-new Mage Class. The Blade Class offers a more straightforward gameplay, while the Mage Class introduces an added mechanic called “Arcana” for an added layer of strategic gameplay. “Arcana” is a resource specific to the Mage Class that reduces as you play attack cards and replenishes when you play certain cards. Playing this class requires you to outmaneuver your opponent while maintaining a balance between offense and defense. With each class also coming with its own unique set of cards, adapt your strategy according to your chosen class and deck for each playthrough.

Key Features

Build and manage your own deck through battle without relying on the luck of the draw.

Two playable classes (Blade and Mage), each with their own unique sets of cards and mechanics.

Multiple modes: Adventure, Arcade, Custom.

Meet a cast of unique characters with different interaction options.

Bigger story with multiple endings to unlock.

Over 200 cards to collect.

Beautiful hand-drawn art by the developer himself.

Character Introdution

Aria – Protagonist of Phantom Rose II Sapphire and student of the prestigious Marion Magic Academy. Wakes up without any of her previous memories in a classroom with the academy in a Phantom-infested state.

Sylphy – A mysterious cat that joins Aria throughout her journey to escape the Phantom-infested academy, Sylphy comes across as a hothead on the surface, but is very caring on the inside.

??? – A lady shrouded in mystery that keeps her cards close to her chest and answers questions by not answering them.

Message from the Developer

Hello, I’m makaroll, the developer and artist of Phantom Rose II Sapphire. My aim is to create an attractive single-player game that caters to both the fans of the previous title and newcomers trying it for the first time. With an improved gameplay content and an expanded storyline centered around the new protagonist Aria, I sincerely hope the game can become an endearing title in your game collection. Whether you’re a seasoned veteran or a fresh enthusiast of the roguelike deckbuilding genre, please look forward to a new adventure. Thank you.

Play the Demo at PAX West 2023

For the first time in four years, PLAYISM will be having its very own booth at PAX West from September 1~4! Furthermore, we will be showcasing the first ever playable demo of Phantom Rose II Sapphire. Come visit the PLAYISM booth at the Seattle Convention Center (#1617, Summit Building Exhibit Hall) to be one of the first lucky ones to enjoy a hands-on experience of Phantom Rose II Sapphire. Those who come play the demo will also receive an original double-sided keychain for free!

Watch a new trailer below. View a new set of screenshots at the gallery.

Releae Date Trailer

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cowboy like me - Brandon Tanev

six - your booths beneath my bed**

word count: 6,507

warnings: explicit language, descriptions of anxiety, explicit sexual content- minors, DO NOT INTERACT

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The day of your first official date with Brandon, you’re an anxiety-riddled mess. While you’d gotten to know each other decently well over the last few weeks, there was still so much to learn, so many conversations to be had. Right now, you’re working off pure attraction alone; you assume the same for Brandon, and you know that’s not sustainable. Would he still want to pursue whatever this is when he knows everything about you? Was he someone you could trust, someone worth letting your guard down for? Would you have enough time to even figure that out? Your near-sightedness is keeping you from acknowledging the obvious: dating Brandon, making an actual effort, calls everything you’d planned for yourself into question. It’s become obvious to you Brandon won’t be leaving Montana, so that puts the ball in your court. If you do this, if it works out, could you give up Seattle for him? 

It’s a huge what if, one you know that will remain tucked in the back of your mind, regardless of how much you try to ignore it. And try you do. You tear through your suitcases until you find a flowy, white sundress. It’s comfortable and flattering, a combination you’re grateful for as the weather starts to grow increasingly warmer. Plus, Brandon had insisted everything was completely casual. The fair he invited you to has live music, a few food trucks and a couple exhibits he was interested in checking out, but overall he just wants to spend time with you.

After you’ve tamed your hair, you head out to the living room. There, you find Brandon sitting on the couch, his hands running up and down his thighs. You can see the way he’s biting his lip, and oddly enough, knowing he’s nervous brings you comfort. This clearly is as important to him as it is to you. “Hey,” you say calmly, voice even. 

“Hi!” He’s on his feet in a second, making his way to you. His trusty cowboy hat is, of course, resting on the top of his head, but as your eyes slip lower, you feel your mouth go dry. A short-sleeve white button down is straining to cover his shoulders, the top few buttons undone. It leaves far more skin exposed than you’re used to, and you take in a shaky breath. His regular light wash jeans hug his legs like they were made for him, boots peaking out just under the hem. Your attention, however, is drawn to the large belt buckle in the middle of his waist. It’s just a silver oval, but you can’t stop staring at it. You know it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him wear it, and you’re thankful for that now. This silly piece of metal has broken your brain, the mere sight of it clicking everything into place: Brandon looks like a true cowboy. A calls you ma’am, holds the door, saves the damsel in distress, cowboy. God, today was going to be the death of you.

“You look wonderful,” Brandon compliments, bashful. 

Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Thank you.” 

“Shall we?” He nods toward the front door, holding his arm out for you to take. Trembling fingers wrap around his bicep, and he pats your hand gently, as if reading your mind. He leads you out to his truck parked in its usual spot beside the house, immediately grabbing your door for you and holding it open. You slide inside as casually as you can, waiting patiently when he shuts the door and makes his way around to the driver’s side. He sets his hat down on the dashboard in front of him when he’s seated, fingers smoothing through his long locks. After a minute, you have to direct your attention in front of you, keep your eyes on the windshield. With your hands itching to be buried in his hair, you know distraction is necessary to keep you from embarrassing yourself.

Thankfully, Brandon seems to sense that. Or maybe he’s experiencing some inner turmoil of his own. He turns the radio on low, letting some country music station drift through the speakers, and wordlessly pulls off of the ranch. The fair grounds are thankfully close by, so it isn’t long until you’re pulling into the crowded parking lot. Brandon grabs the first space he sees, turning to smile at you when the truck’s in park and the engine is off. “If you don’t want to stay long,” he begins, “we don’t have to. I know it may be kind of lame…”

“Brandon,” you cut in, boldly reaching a hand out to rest on his forearm. You give a gentle squeeze in reassurance. “It's going to be so fun. Come on.” His bright smile mirrors yours, and he gives a small nod, once again coming around the truck to get your door for you. 

He holds his hand out to help you down, though he doesn’t drop yours once your feet are on the ground. Instead, his fingers curl around the palm of your hand, sliding until he’s able to lace his through yours loosely. His skin is tough, but it’s warm where it’s pressed against yours. His fingertips reach almost an inch down past your knuckles, and as you start walking through the crowds, you feel his thumb smoothing over your skin slowly. It’s calming - a welcomed comfort, especially as you navigate through the throngs of people. Brandon seems to know exactly where he’s headed, walking quickly like a man on a mission, and you’re content to let him bring you alongside him. 

The atmosphere is decidedly cheerful: there’s so much laughter, bright lights, music blaring. You can smell the fair foods regardless of the area you’re walking through. For the first time in a long time, calm settles over you- you feel free to let go, to just enjoy yourself and the unexpected joy you’ve found yourself in. You hadn’t really ever believed in serendipity, but life was certainly enjoying proving you wrong. You’re admittedly wrapped up in that feeling, enough so that when Brandon stops suddenly, you keep walking. A gentle tug on your arm has you right beside him again, a gleam in his eye and a grin on his face. 

“Wha-”

“Let’s go on,” Brandon insists. It takes you a moment to process that you've stopped in front of the ferris wheel, and that he’s looking up at it hopefully. 

“On the ferris wheel?”

He nods, trying to make his way there, but you plant your feet. Your eyes are wide, mouth gaping as you search for words. “I can’t go on that.” You have to crane your neck to take in all of it, your stomach dropping to your feet. Under absolutely no circumstances will you be setting-foot on that. “That’s like a hundred feet in the air.”

Brandon grins. “It’s seventy, at best.”

“At best,” you scoff. “I don’t care! No one is supposed to be that high off the ground. It’s unnatural.” 

The noise continues to buzz around you, crowds parting as you stand there, looking up. Your mind has zeroed in on it now, unable to process anything other than the anxiety crawling through your limbs, making you grip Brandon’s hand that much tighter. 

“Are you afraid of heights?” His voice is so soft, and it's truly the only thing keeping you from bolting right now. He’s obviously keen on riding this monstrosity with you.

“Terrified,” you supply.

“What exactly were you going to do in Seattle when you got to the Space Needle?” He asks. Honestly, the thought had never crossed your mind. Of course it was a landmark in Seattle, popping up on every google search you’d made when looking into the city. That didn’t mean you had to partake in the activity. “You have to go to the top. That’s a right of passage.”

You know your face is incredulous. No, you certainly did not have to go to the top of the Space Needle - nor would you be. “I’m going to avoid it, like a normal person who values their life.”

It makes him laugh, that breathtaking, earth moving sound that warms your whole body. Armed with this feeling, and the puppy dog eyes Brandon is working on you, you feel your resolve slip. If it really means that much to him… 

Sighing, you nod, squaring your shoulders and sucking in a breath. “Fine.” 

“Yeah?” His eyebrow lifts. “Alright! It’s gonna be great, you’ll see.” It won’t, but you don’t tell Brandon that. Instead, you let him lead you to the base of the ride, to the vacant ticket window. He takes care of the tickets then leads you up the few metal stairs to the loading area. It’s far more rickety than you’re comfortable with; you unconsciously step closer, your shoulder bumping against his, anchoring you. It will be fine, you tell yourself.

Seconds pass before the car in front of you stops, and the ride attendant is lifting the bar to let the passengers out. You’d think seeing the small children scramble off laughing would make you feel better, but it’s to no avail - that sinking feeling has taken hold, and you’ve got to face it head on. Brandon nudges you slightly, letting you walk in front of him and slowly take a seat. The car swings when you sit down, and you have to drop his hand to let him take his place beside you. He’s watching your every move, eyes locked on your face to make sure this really is okay, that you can handle this. You’re able to force a pained smile, and his chuckle fills the air, a comfort. 

The sound of the attendant telling you to ‘have fun’ is muffled in your ears. You register that that was your warning, as the car begins moving immediately after. It’s not unbearably fast, though it is fast enough to make you gasp. You focus on taking in a slow breath through your nose, and holding it in to try to calm your racing heart. 

Eventually, you’re able to get used to the sensation. Your eyes, though fixed straight ahead of you, take in the bird’s eye view, and it’s mesmerizing. You can see the entire fairground  from up there: crowds of people, tops of tents, lights, rides, everything. Off in the distance, the sun is starting to set behind the mountains: the purple sky tapering off into pink, orange and yellow. It’s stunning, and it actually does help to calm you, just a little bit.

“See, you’re alright, darlin’, it’s not so bad..” Brandon coos. As if on cue, the car jerks suddenly, then stops. You scramble closer to Brandon on the seat, nearly curling yourself into a ball your limbs are pulled in so tightly. Shaking hands have a death grip on the lap bar, and your eyes are squeezed shut, willing away the anxiety swirling in your stomach.

You can feel Brandon’s arms coming around you, holding you to his chest, fingers smoothing down your arm. “Shhh, it’s okay,” he coos. “I’ve got you.” He keeps you there as the ride finally starts moving again, talking about anything and everything that pops into his head. You know he’s trying to distract you, and thankfully, it’s working. You mind can’t race when he’s so close, when you’re inhaling the clean scent of his shirt. His arms anchor you in your reality; there’s no reason for alarm, Brandon is here. Brandon will take care of you, he’ll keep you safe. The peace that thought brings you is addictive. 

It’s enough for you to almost enjoy the rest of the ride on the ferris wheel. The jerking of the car is still uncomfortable, still makes your stomach drop, but it’s not as hard to manage with Brandon there. You can take in the views, let everything bombard your senses, protected under the weight of his arms, of his concern. 

*

After disembarking the ferris wheel, you and Brandon make your way inside the exhibition hall. It’s crowded, slightly overwhelming, but then Brandon’s there, taking your hand and grounding you. You wander from exhibit to exhibit with a smile on your face, making light small talk with Brandon as you go. He’s so attentive to you, always looking for your feedback, ensuring you’re enjoying yourself. Really, you’re enjoying the excitement just emanating off of Brandon. He’s absolutely in his element: getting to explore the newest equipment for the ranch, meeting other local ranch hands, swapping stories and tricks of the trade. He’s adorable, and it’s making your heart really happy to experience this side of him. 

After you’ve walked away from what might be your fifth booth offering the latest in herding technology, Brandon turns to you with a sheepish smile. “Thank you for humoring me. I know this isn’t all that exciting but-“

You’re shaking your head immediately, jumping to reassure him. “I’m having a great time.” 

“Yeah?” His eyes are hopeful, and you chuckle softly. 

“Yes. I promise.” You stop suddenly when you hear a familiar song coming from the tent just off to the left ahead of you, processing you’ve finally found the live band. “Oh, I love this song,” you muse. 

Again, he cracks that gorgeous smile. “Well c’mon then,” he insists. He tugs on your hand, leading you up the pathway and right into the tent. The music’s much louder there, the crowd far more dense. 

“What are you doing?”

“Dance with me,” he insists. There’s quite a few other people with the same idea, the open area in front of the stage filled with various swaying couples. Brandon doesn’t wait for you to respond, just walks the two of you out into the middle of the floor. He rests his free hand on your waist, lifting your entwined hands up a little higher and stepping in close. “This alright?”

“Yes,” you breathe. You’re so close your cheek is brushing his chest. There’s a heady scent filling your nose: woodsy, but fresh, like stepping outside on a crisp morning, the remnants of an extinguished bonfire lingering. It’s lovely, and so distinctly Brandon. You’re probably not subtle about the way you inhale deeply, taking him in, savoring. 

Ever the gentleman, he grants you your stolen moment, opting to ignore it. He just takes the lead, swaying the two of you around the makeshift dance floor, keeping you close. His palm is warm where it rests against you, his fingers gripping you a tiny bit tighter each time you accidentally step too close to someone else. Eventually, he draws you in even tighter, until you’re standing chest to chest. You sigh in content, letting your temple rest against his shoulder, eyes locked on where your hands are clasped. After a few moments, you feel him speak more than you hear it: the soft rumble buzzing. 

“Mm, what was that?” You mutter, craning your neck to glance up at him. 

“I asked if I could kiss you…” his low voice trails off, and you nod your head eagerly, tongue flicking out to wet your lips subconsciously. Brandon’s eyes follow your every move, hooded. He leans in, breath coming out in soft puffs against your cheeks. His eyes fall shut when he closes the distance, warm lips landing on yours. It’s slow, tentative, but you feel like you’ve been lit on fire. You reach a hand up and grip his shoulder, fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt. You’re desperate to curl them into his hair, but you don’t want to overstep and risk shattering this moment. 

Brandon breaks away, nose bumping yours as he trails little kisses against your mouth. He’s so gentle, rhythmic in all of his movements. Your name falls from his lips in a sigh, and he pulls back slowly, lips brushing your skin as he goes. “Darlin’,” he breathes, “you’re gonna be the death of me.” It makes you chuckle, and you finally blink your eyes open. 

“I could say the same for you,” you jeer, matter-of-factly. And god, if it isn’t true. If you weren’t in too deep before, you’re barrelling toward head over heels now, heart enamored by this charming man.

___

Eventually, you do make your way off the dance floor. You’d both worked up quite the appetite, and Brandon insists he’s doing this “the proper way”. That results in him buying your meal, which you happily enjoy together on a picnic table in the setting sun. Since the kiss, it’s like an invisible barrier has deteriorated. There’s far more touching: soft brushes of fingers over skin, shoulder bumps, a far too sensual swipe of Brandon’s thumb over the corner of your mouth when he notices a splotch of lingering sauce there. It’s setting you on edge, but in the best way. And though you can’t be completely certain, it seems to be having the same effect on Brandon. 

After you finish eating, you return to wandering the exhibits, hand in hand. But the air has shifted now. Your mind keeps playing back that kiss, his lips against yours, his shoulder beneath your fingers. Your head is reeling with countless scenarios, potentially jumping to conclusions enough that you finally speak up. “You ready to head out?” You ask, voice low. Peering up at Brandon through your lashes, you see him nod, jaw set. 

From there, the world moves in fast forward. You remember making your way off the fairgrounds, to Brandon’s waiting truck. You remember climbing inside, the way he was immediately reaching for your hand across the console. Neither of you say much as he drives, perhaps afraid to shatter this moment. Of course you’re thinking about what will happen when you arrive at the ranch, what the kiss meant, what you want it to mean. There’s an important distinction there, one you’ll have to give considerable thought to, later. Now, Brandon’s pulling the truck up alongside the house, killing the engine and racing around to get your door for you.

He’s just as much a gentleman as ever when he walks you to your room. It’s clear he has no expectations, but he’s wringing the edge of his hat in his hands like he’s nervous. “Bran-“

“I’d really like to kiss you again, darlin’,” he drawls. “Hell, I’d like to do a whole lot more than kiss you.”

Two steps it all it takes until you’re chest to chest, your eyes wide and pleading as you look up at him. “Brandon... Please.” 

He takes his time- slow sensual kisses, his hands tentatively touching your body, modestly at first, just your shoulders or your arms. His hat dropped to the floor, long forgotten in favor of ghosting his fingers over your skin. The anticipation is driving you wild, your heart beating out of your chest. He grows bolder with each swipe of his tongue over your lips, in your mouth, until he’s finally cupping your breast through your dress. He grins at the little choked off sound you make, pulling away to watch you. His eyes are hooded, never leaving your figure when you walk backwards to your bed, pulling your dress over your head and dropping it to the floor in a heap.

His gaze races over every inch of your skin, drinking in your body- your breasts, your thighs, all perfect smooth skin just begging to be touched. His hands tremble when he reaches out for you, but you just smirk and step further out of his reach, laying back on your bed, legs spread, eyebrows raised. It’s an invitation, unabashed, desperate, aligned with your need for him.

He’s hasty in pulling off his own clothes, shirt going first, and you moan out loud at the sight of his shoulders. You’d felt them, but seeing the cut of them, his tanned skin, up close like this, nothing could’ve prepared you. Your eyes trace down the deep cut of his abs, his v-line as his fingers pop the button of his jeans. He lets them hang from his hips as he clambers onto the bed, crawling on his knees until he’s between your outstretched legs. One hand tangles in your hair, the other reaching around to unclasp your bra as he busies your mouth with his tongue. When your breasts spring free his mouth is on them in an instant, kneading, kissing, sucking, biting… 

He trails his hot mouth further, your skin scorching under his touch- low enough for his teeth to grip the hem of your panties. He watches your every move as he drags them down, kissing your ankle then sliding back up. “Open these pretty legs for me darlin’, please?” He whispers. 

“Brandon,” you whine, breathless.

He shushes you, running a soothing hand up and down your bare thigh. “I’ll take care of you,” he promises. Then, ever so slowly, he presses your legs open even wider. Your eyes squeeze shut, the chill in the air mixed with the feeling of being so exposed all hitting you at once. Brandon soothes you with a kiss to your temple, his lips dropping down to whisper in your ear. “So beautiful, spread open for me like this,” he begins. He teases his pointer finger over your entrance, gathering the wetness and dragging it along your lips. “And soaking wet for me. God, look at you…” He starts to circle your clit, teasing, eyes glued to where your mouth has fallen open in a gasp. Steadily, your breathing starts to deepen, and Brandon can see the strain on your face. 

Without warning, Brandon brings his hand down and slides a finger inside of you, pumping it in and out quickly. He revels in the gasping breaths you take, the sight of you biting your lip sending all of the blood rushing to his cock. He’s hardening quickly, his dick pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans. Right now, though, his focus is on you. He’s desperate to get you to see stars, call out his name while you throw your head back. So he slips another finger inside of you, angling his hand so his palm is brushing against your clit each time he presses back in. 

Your body responds beautifully to Brandon’s ministrations. You open up for him so easily, your walls clinging to his fingers, greedy and desperate for more. You whimper when he pushes in deep, his eyebrows shooting up in question. He pulls his hand back, and slips a third finger in, this time pressing in and holding, keeping pressure on your sensitive walls.

Above him, you let out a long moan, your eyes flying open. “B-Brandon,” you groan, your hands twisting tightly into the sheets.

“That it, baby girl? That your spot?” He mumbles. He tests the waters even further, stroking his fingers against you. Your entire body shivers and you whine. Your hips start grinding down against him, craving that friction against your clit. He can feel how close you are, your body tightening around him, locking him in place so you can chase your pleasure. “Go ahead, darlin’,” he encourages. “I’m here to please you. Take what you need.” His lips once again press to your neck, this time, his tongue and teeth entering into the mix. As he nibbles against your skin, you work your hips against him, grinding down quickly. Brandon rewards your efforts by sliding his thumb up and pressing it flat against your clit. He holds it there, while you thrash against him, whimpering his name over and over like a mantra. He bites down, hard, and flicks his tongue out to soothe it, and that’s enough to push you over the edge. 

Your back arches even further as you come, your eyes squeezed shut as pleasure overcomes you. Brandon strokes you right through it, keeping you stimulated as you come down. After a moment, it’s almost too much for you to handle, and you reach down to grab his wrist. A whine of protest leaves your lips when Brandon doesn’t budge, an infuriating smirk on his face when he brings his head up. “Easy, easy,” he coos. His free hand reaches down and shoves at his jeans. It takes him a moment and some awkward maneuvering to get them down his legs, his tight boxer briefs leaving nothing to the imagination. You can see how hard he is, and you feel arousal seep from your entrance, over Brandon’s fingers and onto the sheets beneath them. You know if you were in your right mind, you’d be mortified, but right now, with Brandon looking at you like he’s never seeing something so beautiful, you couldn’t care less.

Brandon manages to kick his briefs off, his hand stroking his cock slowly. His fingers are still inside of you, pumping in and out, prolonging the floating feeling. Your legs are starting to feel like jelly, but your mouth is practically watering at the sight of him. He’s long, and thick, and a beautiful shade of pink. You can see the thick vein wrapped around him throbbing, and your pussy aches with the need to be filled by him. He moans your name, “darlin’, can I- do you want to?”

“God, Brandon, yes,” you groan. “I need you, please.” Your eyes are blown wide, hair strewn about wildly, and Brandon has to grip his base tightly at the sight.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, and maintains eye contact with you as he brings them to his lips. He flicks his tongue out and swirls it around each one, cleaning every lost drop off of his skin. Then, he moves up the bed, his hips once again pushing your legs even further open. 

“Condom,” you breathe. Your limbs are so heavy, but your body is thrumming for him, slick dripping down your thighs. As Brandon grabs for the wallet in his jeans, your teeth latch onto his collar bone. His fingers are shaking as he comes up with the condom, a triumphant look crossing his features. You suck a mark into his skin when he rolls it on, his throaty groan filling the room.

With a steady hand on his cock, he guides himself to your entrance, his lips seeking out yours desperately. You’re sucking his tongue into your mouth when he finally slips inside, the warm, firm nudge of his cock against you already making you see stars. Brandon breaks the kiss with a drawn out moan, dropping his forehead against yours. He stays there, panting against your lips until his hips are against your ass, cock fully sheathed inside of you. 

It feels like a punch straight to the gut. You’ve never felt so full, so split open before. Brandon is just so big- his shoulders, his hips, everything. His body looms over you, trapping you against the mattress. His hips roll slowly, just testing the waters, and your eyes roll back. He’s overwhelming every one of your senses. 

“You’re so perfect-“ He groans, “feel so good. Can I move? Wanna bury myself in you so deep.”

This is a side of Brandon you had never expected to see, but you’re already so desperate for it. You nod your head rapidly, unable to get the words out. Brandon takes the green light and draws his hips back, thrusting so deeply inside of you. He sets a toe curling pace, making sure you feel every inch of him drag against you. When you arch your back again, he gets an arm around your waist, holding your body tightly to him. This new angle lets him force himself even deeper, and you grip onto his shoulders tightly.

You can feel your hardened nipples dragging against him, catching on the muscles in his chest and his stomach. He’s grunting lowly in your ear, the sound making your clit throb deliciously each time it leaves his lips. Without warning, Brandon hits that spot inside of you, and you dig your nails into his skin. You cry out for him, raking your fingers down his back, and Brandon hisses. “Feel what you do to me, sweetheart?” He grunts. “This is all for you. Fuck, so beautiful.” 

“Brandon- I’m- god, I’m so close,” you croak. You kiss every inch of him you can reach, drag your soft cheek against the stubble on his chin. It makes your whole body shiver, and your toes curl against the sheets. 

“Let go,” Brandon instructs. “I’m right behind you. Let me feel you come on my cock.” His hushed words are what do you in- you come for the second time, clinging to Brandon like he’s your only lifeline. Your voice cracks as you shout his name, a sob heaving from your chest. 

Brandon fucks you straight through the euphoria, his hips slapping against yours as he chases his own release. His thrusts grow erratic, and you feel him throb inside of you before he’s coming. His face gets buried into your neck, his body pining you to the mattress. All two hundred plus pounds of glorious muscle is resting on top of you, his cock pulsing as he floods the condom.

You stay this way for a while, until Brandon goes completely soft inside of you and your breathing is nearly back to normal. You wince when Brandon pulls out, your walls clenching around nothing. The empty feeling makes your whine, and Brandon placates you with a kiss to your lips. “Wait here, darlin’,” he mutters.

Clumsily, he rolls off his bed and pads to the bathroom. There, he trashes the condom, grabs two towels and runs them under the tap before turning and heading back to the bed. He cleans himself off quickly before climbing back between your legs. You hiss when he runs the towel over your folds, gently, with so much care. When he’s finished, the towels too get tossed over his shoulder, and he takes you into his arms with a sigh. 

You cuddle in close to his chest, pressing your nose against his skin and breathing him in deeply. You’re sated, and so, so happy your body is nearly thrumming with it. Brandon’s fingers are stroking slowly through your hair, his heart beating steady against your chest. 

As you take in a deep breath, the blissful moment seems to shatter, and you’re left with that nagging feeling in the back of your mind. You can’t shake its insistence, particularly now that you’ve been intimate with one another. Brandon had been so exposed, so raw and candid with you, and you aren’t being completely honest with him. This isn’t meant to last. How can it? Staying in Montana has never been an option. This is not the kind of life you ever envisioned for yourself, and even with the belief that it could be creeping in, it’s not sustainable. 

Brandon’s voice cuts through the silence of the room, raspy and deep. “You know, I never thought I could feel like this again,” he admits. He sighs, pecking the corner of your mouth quickly. Your heart aches in your chest, remorse flooding you. How could you allow this to happen? How could you do this to him?

“Brandon…” you choke, throat constricting. You can’t look at him, terrified of the expression you know you’ll find on his face. He’s too understanding, too kind, too good. You haven’t been fair to him; selfishly leading him on, sleeping with him, falling for him- No. It’s just circumstantial, you tell yourself. It can’t mean anything more than that. Your car will be fixed soon, and you’ll be off to Seattle. That’s the way it has to be. “We can’t.”

You hear him take in a deep breath, his chest expanding as it fills. Seconds pass, silence growing tense. He doesn’t say anything, and you know you have to fill the void, it’s excruciating. “You know we can’t do this.” 

It was the wrong thing to say, and Brandon’s face is evidence of that. He sits up beside you, deep eyes locked on your face. “No,” he says. “I don’t.” 

You gather the sheet over your chest and sit up too, hands shaking. “I’m sorry, we’re just-”

“Stop saying ‘we’,” he cuts in. “Because this isn’t a joint decision.”

He’s right. Maybe it's easier to justify to yourself if you also put this on him. We can’t be together, we met at the wrong time, we’ll never make it. It doesn’t matter if you believe all of that to be true - it isn’t Brandon making that decision with you. You’re making it for him, but there isn’t any way to separate yourself from this; at least, you don’t want to. 

You know that taking ownership over this means facing the consequences of forcing an ending before there’s ever truly been a beginning. But can’t it also be true that you shouldn’t give up your life for a ‘maybe’? For something that could amount to nothing more than a fling, when everything is waiting for you in Seattle? Why does that risk have to be yours alone?

“I just mean-”

He shakes his head. “You’re afraid.” 

He says it so matter-of-factly, with such conviction it’s like you’ve had the wind knocked out of you. There’s so much truth in that. Intimidating truth that has you cowering and protecting yourself.

“I’m being realistic,” you try. Your voice cracks. His expression is hard, jaw set. Disappointment has replaced the compassion you’ve grown so accustomed to: the soft look of reverence he usually wore when his eyes were on you has waned. That might hurt you the most. 

“You’re not,” he insists. “You’re afraid, and you’re running.” His tone remains even, but his fingers flex where they’re resting in his lap. You can tell he’s struggling to remain calm. “What changed? Between this moment, and when I asked you on a date? You wanted this…” The way he hesitates over those words makes your stomach lurch.

“Of course I wanted this,” you assure. You’ll never allow him to feel he’d coerced you in any way. 

He nods. “Then why?” 

“I’m moving to Seattle. I never should’ve given you the impression this could-”

He shakes his head, huffing out a humorless laugh. “It wasn’t an impression. I know you feel what I feel. I know there’s something here.” It’s the first time he’s explicitly said it, and you curse the warmth that blossoms inside you. There’s no denying he’s right, but this can’t carry on. Not for a ‘let’s see where this goes’. It will leave the two of you broken, resenting one another and yourself for daring to believe otherwise. 

“It doesn’t matter,” you whisper. 

“It does.” 

“It can’t.” You blink harshly, trying to will away the tears that have formed in your eyes, but it's hopeless. They fall freely, dropping onto the sheet draped over you. Your grip tightens, pulling the fabric closer, clinging to it. “Brandon, this is foolish. Nothing is going to come from this.”

“You still haven’t given me a reason why.” He’s speaking slowly, enunciating each word, as if he believes he’ll be able to change your mind if he approaches this carefully, clearly. 

You’re quiet for a long time then, processing. His words hang in between you like an early morning fog: willfully ignored, but desperately trying to be perceived. They give you pause, not enough to make you reconsider, but to allow for the ache to grow in your chest. “I can’t give up everything for-” You cut yourself off, shaking your head.

“For me?” He mutters. 

You chance a glance up at him, taking in his forlorn figure. His shoulders are slumped, gaze empty. He doesn’t wait for you to reply, just throws the sheet off his body and stands up from the bed. “Brandon, no. That’s not what I was going to say.” 

He isn’t listening. He’s focused on tugging his clothes back on, eyes glued to the floor beneath his feet. His back is turned to you, but you can see the tension mounting, the anger taking form in his body. Fully dressed, he turns on his heel, staring straight through you. “Say it.” 

“What?” 

“Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you think I’m not worth it.” His words flatten you. It’s all over him how devastated he is. You’d selfishly indulged, had neglected to set the boundary from the beginning; his thinking is logical, but it destroys you.

You shake your head. You can’t tell him that, because it's simply not true. You do want this, maybe more than you’d let yourself admit, and it’s been lurking in the back of your mind for weeks now. But it’s a risk; uncalculated, with the potential to destroy everything in its path. It’s not about wanting this. That would be easy. You just can’t have this. 

“You are worth it, Brandon,” you tell him. You’re scrambling off the bed now, struggling to find your own clothes and pull them back on. When you get close, he backs away, toward the door. It hurts, god it hurts to have him looking at you like you’d slapped him across the face. But there’s no way to make this better. You can’t give him what he wants, as much as you wish you could. Your life is waiting for you in Seattle: the apartment you’re continuing to pay for, the job you’ll start as soon as you arrive. You can’t give up everything for a hope and a prayer. 

You reach out for him, only to have his hand snatched away. “I’m sorry.” This opens the floodgates for you. Tears come much faster, your shoulders shaking with it. “I’m sorry, Brandon. I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t give up my entire life.” 

He just stares at you, eyes blinking slowly. You can almost see the gears turning in his head, everything clicking into place. Eventually, he nods. “Won’t be long until you’re back on the road now. Off to better things.” He’s sour, resentful, and his words sting like you’d been gripping something too tightly. You hate that he feels you think so little of him, but that’s exactly how it looks. You’re walking away for a chance at something that what? Could be better? Could make you happy? 

“Please don’t-'' you try, but your voice cracks. It’s impossible to get the words out, but you’re desperate to communicate with him. This is the last thing you’d ever wanted. 

“I’m just giving you what you want,” he shrugs. “I was just a way for you to pass the time. I won’t hold you back.” 

Anger drips from every word. You see him gripping the doorknob, just waiting for the moment to throw it open, to walk away. “This’ll never be enough for a big city girl like you,” he continues. “So if you want your excuse to run again, here it is.” With that, he opens the door, backs out of the room, and slams it hard behind him. 

[angelheartcottage]

Banksy is also a sculptor. Here are the sculptures at the exhibit as well as the information on each piece. I know the once-ubiquitous, red, English phone booth is not typically a sculpture in the truest sense of the word but I grouped it with them here. Can you see the ax on the opposite side & the red paint dripping down? I did not include the information card but with the police tape around the “victim” it’s quite self-explanatory. Each piece makes a statement, even if it’s just the sheer enjoyment of creating art at the whim of the artist. #thechroniclesoffarnia #thingssoamazeme #magic #wonder #art #sculpture #streetartist #statement #consumerism #angel #banksy #socool #ilovethis #seattle #banksyexhibition #amazing https://www.instagram.com/p/ChTo_4OgDLl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[prettyoddfever]

the 2008 Honda Civic Tour

This tour was purely in North America and had nothing to do with PATD’s other spring & summer tours in Europe, Asia, or Australia.

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other events / appearances

misc offstage stuff

meet & greets

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TOUR DATES

April 10: San Francisco, CA

April 11: San Francisco, CA

April 12: San Diego, CA

April 13: Mesa, AZ

April 15: Tulsa, OK

April 17: Ruston, LA

April 18: Dallas, TX

April 19: Austin, TX (Stubb’s BBQ)

April 20: Houston, TX

April 22: Clearwater, FL

April 23: Miami Beach, FL

April 24: Orlando, FL

April 25: Orlando, FL

April 26: Atlanta, GA

April 27: Charlotte, NC

April 29: North Myrtle Beach, SC

April 30: Washington DC

May 2: Orono, ME

May 3: Troy, NY

May 4: Bamboozle in NJ

May 6: Rochester, NY

May 7: NYC

May 8: NYC

May 9: Philadelphia, PA

May 10: Wallingford, CT

May 11: Boston, MA

May 13: Montreal, QC

May 14: Toronto, ON

May 15: MTV Live

May 16: Cleveland, OH

May 17: Columbus, OH

May 18: Indianapolis, IN

May 20: Detroit, MI

May 21: Grand Rapids, MI

May 23: Chicago, IL

May 24: Chicago, IL (this was filmed for the dvd)

May 25: Milwaukee, WI

May 27: Maplewood, MN

May 28: Des Moines, IA

May 30: St. Louis, MO

May 31: Council Bluffs, IA

June 1: Kansas City, MO

June 3: Denver, CO

June 4: Salt Lake City, Utah

June 6: Vancouver, BC

June 7: Seattle, WA

June 8: Portland, OR

June 10: Reno, NV

June 13: Las Vegas, NV

June 14: Anaheim, CA

ABOUT THE OVERALL TOUR

This wasn’t the first tour for the Pretty. Odd. era, but the announcement material was some of the earliest stuff we saw from the new era that was slowly beginning in January. Panic at the Disco was announced as the headlining band for the 2008 Honda Civic Tour on January 10th. They also filmed some promotional material for Honda the day before that event. This clip explains the most and then here’s an ad. 

This tour was a giant corporate promo in many ways, but it also had a tour mission or “action plan” of “effecting positive environmental change.” Jon told the Times Union that the tour itself wasn’t being advertised as eco-friendly, but the band hoped that it would raise awareness of environmental issues. Here’s an interview that sums up the band’s most common comments about that angle (that interview happened while the tour was in NYC). So the band had started doing small things like using soy ink & recycled paper on the tour programs, traveling in a biodiesel tour bus, using biodegradable food service supplies, replacing old bulbs at shows with compact fluorescents, and recycling backstage (Also, as long as I’m on the topic of going green – here’s Ryan & Jon for Connect2Earth).

Panic at the Disco picked Reverb and Global Inheritance as their two nonprofit tour partners who would engage with fans in booths & exhibits before the shows. The band talked a lot about this… I’ll just summarize things with this bit from the tour announcement press kit:

Honda also helped make tickets more affordable, so they only cost $30-$40 (which made them cheaper than some merch that was for sale at the shows). $1 of every ticket sold went to a fund for the two nonprofit partners. Honda Canada said they contributed $10,000 to the tour’s eco-fund to celebrate how 2008 was the first year that the tour went to Canada. Here’s Brendon talking a bit more about the contest that decided how that fund was spent. Like Brendon said in that video, SPIN Magazine was part of the online challenge where fans suggested how the eco-fund should be used. Laura Gonzalez won that essay contest. 

Spencer said in a LiveDaily interview:

“We’d never really worked with a sponsor for a tour before. Or any big sponsor. But Honda approached us for it. They wanted us to do it. They pitched us on it. A big thing for them this year was using a hybrid Civic. They’re really promoting the green aspect of … the company. I guess we were really into that just because we’re a young band and we’re on our second record. We’re concentrating on trying to write the best songs as we can. We want to help support and feel strongly about [the green movement], and we want kids to know about it. We didn’t know the best way to go about showing that. I actually just watched “The Simpsons Movie” for the first time. The first scene in the movie is with Green Day and they say something about how they played for three-and-a-half hours and now they want to say something about the environment and everyone starts booing. [Honda] already had their foot in the door, promoting that type of philosophy.”

PLAYING SMALLER SHOWS

Jon made it clear in a few interviews this year that the Nothing Rhymes With Circus tour had not been his scene. He mentioned that playing shows in an arena wasn’t satisfying for him, and he was more interested in playing a simple stripped-down show where the music could speak for itself without “distractions” because he wanted things to be more “honest.” I talked more in previous posts about how Jon played a huge part in redirecting the band in summer 2007 when they were a bit uncertain about what to do next. A lot of his personal philosophies & interests became core ideas for the Pretty. Odd. era that the band talked about in spring 2008.

Brendon explained the band’s current stance in a PopMatters interview:

“During this production, we wanted to be more honest. It’s more about music, but we still bring out stuff that we like to have fun with on-stage, like bubble machines, video and stage props and designs. We play the songs, not the tracks. We don’t have a lot of the horns and strings on any of them, so we’re pretty much duplicating it on pianos and guitars. It is us playing each musical part that you hear. It’s all about us playing more music live and trying to improve on that… Playing in arenas, that’s very non-personal with the crowd. It’s more just people coming to see that show. We’re playing a lot more smaller places than arenas so it’s definitely a lot more intimate which is great, we’re getting a lot more intimate with the fans, you can get a lot more personal interaction with the crowd, it’s great.”

ABOUT THE STAGE DESIGN

Earlier this spring Brendon had dropped words like “weather,” “flowers,” and “organic” to describe the theme they’d be going for in their North American tour. He told DigitalSpy that “With Fever, we just tried to do something as crazy as the album sounded, and I think that's going to be the goal this time around. We just want to keep up with the music!” 

Parts of the stage and microphones were covered with fake flowers – Ryan said they were trying to make it feel like the show was happening outside. There were even pot leaves woven into their mic stand floral arrangements for part of the tour haha. Robb Jibson designed most of the set and did the lights each night. You can see him talking to Zack here.

Spencer said in a LiveDaily interview:

“We just love doing that--putting on a show, planning a show. I think of it more as a performance than just a rock 'n' roll concert. Trying to find the balance in between the two is kind of cool. One thing, though, that I guess will be different than the last tour is, the last tour, we were able to have such an elaborate stage show because of the size of the venues we were playing. Not the giant 25,000 seaters, but 8,000 to 10,000 people a night. But, at the same time, you're in an ice hockey arena or you're in the Utah Jazz basketball court, and it's not the greatest place to see a concert if you love the band. For this tour, we wanted to go back to larger theaters. It's a lot cooler place to put on a show, but I guess you have some limitations with size and space.”

Spencer also talked to Alt Press about going back to playing smaller venues: “That kind of limits you, though, with the production and what you can do… it was gonna be the first time we were playing these songs in front of people, we just decided it would be better to just make that the focus and attention rather than having three or four people coming on stage and doing crazy things.”

Spencer told Drum! Magazine:

“There are a million endless concepts of what we could do live, and we’re having fun figuring out what would go well with these songs. We wanted to do something with video but I get annoyed when I go to shows and there’s a giant video screen behind the band, just showing live footage from a couple camera guys standing in front of the stage filming what the guys are playing. It seems kind of weird. So we’ve talked about maybe doing more artistic kinds of music videos to play on stage. Something a little more out there.”

Here’s Shane’s footage of the band recording the green screen content to use in the video backdrop for the shows.

THE OTHER BANDS ON THE TOUR

Here’s some of the behind-the-scenes footage that I loved. The 2008 Honda Civic Tour lineup included Panic at the Disco, Motion City Soundtrack, The Hush Sound, and Phantom Planet. So there were four official bands, but Eric Ronick’s band Black Gold also made an appearance.

The Hush Sound had opened for P!ATD during the summer 2006 tour, Motion City Soundtrack had been on the 2005 Nintendo Fusion Tour with P!ATD, and Black Gold had opened for P!ATD on some nights during the Nothing Rhymes With Circus tour & throughout the spring 2008 tour in Europe. So Phantom Planet was the only band that PATD hadn’t toured with before. The Panic guys had been obsessed with the O.C. in 2006, so I hoped that they were still excited on some level about hearing Phantom Planet play “California” ha.

Spencer told Out.com:

“There was a really good vibe among all the bands… We hadn’t toured with Phantom Planet, but we instantly got along with those guys. It was a really musical environment where every band was working on songs, even though everybody had just put out records. That kind of camaraderie we’d never been a part of, and it was something we really missed when the tour was over.”

Spencer also told Artistdirect that “Phantom Planet and The Hush Sound are some of our best friends so throughout the day being around your friends and working on music, there’s really nothing to complain about.”

Fans talked about seeing Brendon on the side of the stage many nights or in the balcony watching the opening bands and dancing on his own. Sometimes Brendon came out to sing the same song with The Hush Sound that he did in summer 2006 (Don’t Wake Me Up). He also sang with Black Gold like he did during the European tour.

Ryan sometimes joined Phantom Planet onstage during Do The Panic. He grew close with Alex Greenwald during this tour. Towards the end of the year Ryan told MTV that he didn’t know much about Phantom Planet before this tour and that he “got [their] album a few weeks before the tour started and was blown away.”

Phantom Planet / Alex did some acoustic songs outside after shows that sounded pretty fun. A lot of the videos are in nice convenient playlists on their youtube now: Chicago, Denver, Cleveland, Boston, Columbus (there are more videos from other shows too). Ryan was in quite a few videos... some examples: one, two, three, four.

ABOUT THE ACTUAL SHOWS

The May 24th show was filmed for the Live in Chicago dvd. Just like with Live in Denver from the 2006 summer tour, the dvd is not an accurate representation of what the whole tour was like (I thought fan videos were way more fun tbh). There were almost 50 shows in the Honda Civic tour... May 24th in Chicago was only one single night. The band was more uptight than normal, some fun moments that fans captured were cut out of the dvd, the lighting was weirdly darker on the dvd than it was irl, and it just felt strange to not hear the crowd much. That dvd didn’t come out until December when the Pretty. Odd. era ended, so it also didn’t fit into the concept of the Honda Civic Tour that I’d already formed from 5,000+ fan videos. The dvd is nice!! I’m just saying that there’s a lot more to this tour than what’s shown there.

The average set list for this tour had a lot of similarities to the spring European tour, but it was still different in many ways. The band cut Build God and The Weight from this tour’s regular set list (they still played The Weight a couple times, though) and added several new songs like Northern Downpour, Behind the Sea, Pas de Cheval, and Folkin’ Around (but at first they played I Have Friends In Holy Spaces instead). 

This was their first headlining tour where they didn’t have any song covers in their regular set list.

Fans had complained a lot about a lack of an encore in 2006, so the band now left the stage after Northern Downpour. Then Brendon would come back out to do his solo acoustic version of Time to Dance and then the band would do introductions and play the last 2-3 songs as an encore.

The shows changed a lot each night as the tour progressed. The video on the screen behind the band was pretty basic for most songs at the early shows, but eventually it became more elaborate. Brendon talked a lot at the first few shows but that noticeably decreased as the tour progressed. The band introduced There’s A Good Reason as a jazz song during the first half of the tour, and then they started doing the “jazz hands” bit for the second half of tour. Brendon & Ryan also didn’t do much mic-sharing or switching until mid-May. They initially ended Mad as Rabbits without adding the whole extra "na na na naaaaa” bit on the end too (that’s what their set list sometimes called it ok lol).

Almost all of the mic sharing pics are from when Ryan would walk over to Brendon’s mic. Ryan was noticeably more interested in the center mic this spring. Sometimes it looked like he forced Brendon to back up (by shoving his head between Brendon’s mouth & mic lol), but other times it looked like Brendon moved aside and just let Ryan have the mic. Brendon would let Ryan sing there for a bit, would try to join Ryan, or would retreat to use Ryan’s abandoned mic instead. Then that mic switching became their normal choreographed routine for the end of the show each night. A lot of the moments when Ryan approached Brendon’s mic in the last half of the tour were the same every night, but some were still spontaneous.

They used the bubble machine during Behind the Sea & the ending at a lot of shows, but not all (Spencer told the Cleveland crowd on May 16th that they had just gotten the bubble machines that day). 

Brendon & Ryan didn’t come out to perform with the opening bands at every single show.

“Ryan Ross got a tambourine.” haha that sums that up.

Spencer got a microphone on this tour! He could talk to the crowd before some songs now (especially Behind the Sea) and he also sang at the end of Northern Downpour at many shows.

Ryan stuck some city/state names into Mad as Rabbits (ex: “now he drags down miles in _______”) and Brendon stuck some city names into That Green Gentleman (ex: “I never said I’d leave ______”). 

Ryan was still doing his thing where he’d pick a couple girls to stare at super intensely at most shows (I hate saying “eye sex” but that’s what the girls were screaming about so I might as well say it).

You could text stuff and watch it scroll across the screen up front before the bands played. There were also some commercials, the video of Brendon talking about the eco fund, and music videos shown on the screens. Rolling Stone wrote that “There were some jarring product placements at the opening night of Panic at the Disco’s North American outing — even for something called the Honda Civic Tour. Motion City Soundtrack, the Hush Sound and Phantom Planet opened, and between sets automobile commercials alternated with videos from acts on the record label that distributes PATD’s music.” Again, this was an extremely corporate production.

there were so many stories of fans legit moshing to songs from Pretty. Odd. haha. Ryan even told Rolling Stone that kids were moshing to Northern Downpour in Tulsa. That song meant a LOT to him, so he complained that "I don't think they were even listening.” It sounded like the crowds were waaaaay less intense than the Fever era, though. There were still normal injuries, but nothing that sounded even close to 2006. (This perceived difference could also be because the ages & types of fans attending the 2006 summer tour vs the spring 2008 tours were different).

Rolling Stone said that “Drummer Spencer Smith proved himself the most confident musician... Singer Brendon Urie furrowed and arched his brow to signify emotions he couldn’t fully articulate with hands occupied with guitars, while guitarist Ryan Ross looked uncomfortable, and affable bassist Jon Walker acted as spokesman.”

MASTERPIECES: the bracelet song and the pancake song.

People threw a black tophat onstage at more than one show in this tour.

Jon often took his shoes off onstage. I heard that sometimes Ryan did too.

a review of one show said “For much of the set guitarist Ryan Ross could have passed for a mannequin, and lead singer Brendon Urie didn’t even seem to break a sweat until the last three songs.”

Las Vegas Weekly said that the songs got a warm response from the crowd, but wrote that “Warm isn’t the same as ecstatic, however, and crowd participation seemed lacking compared to the over-the-big-top affairs of before. Though technically sold out, about a fourth of the mezzanine seats remained empty, and there was a noticeable lack of anything resembling crowd surfing. Not even bubble machines and Urie’s mention of this being his first time playing Vegas since he’d turned 21 could arouse all-too-familiar shrieks of total sensory ecstasy. A lower-key affair from a more mature band? Are we sure these guys are still from Vegas?”

PATD claimed that Bamboozle was their first time headlining a festival (even though they’d made that same claim for Summerfest 2007). They closed the whole festival and played the main stage after Gym Class Heroes. Black Gold also got to play on a smaller stage earlier that day. Here’s a tag for some of those pictures (others will be in the regular tour tag).

STUFF THAT’S ABOUT THE BAND MEMBERS

At the start of this tour Jon was 22, Ryan was 21, and Spencer & Brendon were 20.

Ryan had some Star Wars action figures for good luck.

Spencer told some crowds that he was from Denver and Brendon was from Utah.

Ryan & Jon led the shows and talked more than Brendon (and obvs more than Spencer). I couldn’t get over how completely different Ryan was this year... like I was shocked at how much he’d changed by August 2007, but now he was even more talkative & outgoing. Fans said he was smiling and even cracked jokes at meet & greets!

Brendon’s voice had grown a lot deeper... it honestly weirded me out at times. He was having a harder time hitting the high note in Camisado this spring while his voice changed, but he had better control by the end of the year. 

Hints of Ryan’s faux accent appeared during this tour, but it didn’t really peak until summer.

Jon had spread the flip flops to the rest of the band… even Brendon wore them now.

here’s some of the Q&A footage from this tour

The guys played a lot of hacky sack on this tour haha. Alex Greenwald even said that, which I thought was hilarious.

There was an international CosmoGirl interview with Brendon & Spencer where Brendon said he hadn’t found the right girl yet. And then the interviewer asked if he ever got seduced by fans and Brendon said it wasn’t really something that happened weekly. And apparently Spencer was laughing at that point in the interview.

Jon sometimes gave a shoutout to Eric’s band Black Gold during the spring tour in Europe, and he continued doing that randomly during this tour too. Jon was the only guy in PATD who knew what it was like to tour in a small band that wasn't an instant success, so he was good about trying to help his friends & family over the years whenever it wasn’t weird to add a shoutout (in interviews too).

If their show the next day was somewhere nearby then sometimes the band stayed in the same city that night to party.

One fan asked the guys about their favorite dinosaur at a meet & greet. Ryan blanked, Brendon said euoplocephalus, and Jon & Spencer got into a serious debate over whether a pterodactyl was technically a dinosaur lol. I just really liked that story.

fans were throwing a lot of bracelets onstage this spring, so that’s why the guys often had matching bracelets that said silly things.

Jon said that they mainly played Mario Kart & Halo on the bus and worked on demos for new songs. 

The band really did bury themselves in older music. When interviews asked what their favorite albums had been last year (2007) they struggled to come up with recent music and admitted they were kind of out of the loop.

Brendon was sick at the end of April.

Ryan had his pretty guitar for this tour!!! (the Stratocaster that I’m pretty sure he said was surf green... but it definitely liked to change color depending on the lighting ha. Some fans called it his “blue” guitar. I even remember people questioning whether Ryan had several different colors of the same guitar).

Ryan’s stage banter during the Honda Civic Tour would sometimes reference smaller venues the band had played in each town, as though he wanted it to sound like PATD had been a relatively unknown band at one point that had played small shows for just a few fans. Ryan was really working hard this year to distance the band from the whole scene that they’d been thrown into during the Fever era, so I understood that these comments were just part of his process of shifting the band’s image to be more in line with what he wanted. But it was still kind of funny to hear him talk about their time doing half of the Take Cover Tour in this new light because obviously some of us still remembered what fall 2005 had been like… the season where the band played to a small crowd that only had a handful of fans who were specifically there for P!ATD lasted for a couple weeks lol (and several of the shows within that window wouldn’t even qualify). And even when the band played their sold-out headlining shows at the small venues in December 2005, they still had an international fanbase and were getting ready to be on national tv & the covers of big magazines. Panic! at the Disco was never a small indie group or a band who had to truly pay their dues. They’d been linked to Fall Out Boy and had international attention before they even wrote most of their songs.

Ryan seemed to be really into what the guys in Phantom Planet were doing. He was clearly drawn to Alex Greenwald and the whole scene that Alex was part of... and Ryan looked pretty content when he was with Phantom Planet outside after shows too.

Jon also seemed to want to make PATD feel like a small, relatable band who could casually hang out with their fans after shows. He kept inviting large crowds around the country back to his house for hotdogs or to swim. I remember some fans definitely thought he was serious and were disappointed afterwards ha.

Shane filmed some Honda Civic Tour updates, and those were still showing up even after the tour ended. I tried to edit them together here to go in the order of the tour (so they’re not in the order that the actual updates were listed on the site):

Shane also filmed the footage in his documentary that was part of the Live in Chicago cd/dvd:

MISC STUFF FROM THIS TOUR

here are some appearances during this tour! That’s definitely not everything – it’s just some highlights. 

The band did a lot of interviews this season.

This tour was basically a way for Honda to try to sell their cars to teens. The tour booklet and booths at the shows had a lot of information on how to finance a car, and Honda Financial Services was giving away a guitar autographed by PATD if you checked out the info on Honda’s special APR financing.

Here’s more about the custom Honda Civic that fans could enter to win. The matching tour bus was obviously not the one that the band actually used. It was more like a decoy & mobile advertisement that was parked in front of venues. The band members used a nondescript gray bus that parked with the rest of the tour buses.

the autographed custom Honda Civic was given away at the end of April but that confused me because it was on display at shows in May too. I heard that Christy Martinez of Robertsdale, AL won it.

There was originally supposed to be another Atlanta show on April 27th, but the venue (the Tabernacle) was damaged by a tornado or something like that. Both of the Atlanta shows got combined into one night at the Masquerade Music Park then.

The band went to the beach in Orlando and Shane filmed some stuff. 

Ryan said at the Orono show that they spent some time in Bar Harbor.

Shane was filming everything. everywhere. he would interview fans in line, he was at the meet & greets, he was somehow in the back of the room and up by the stage at shows... it sounded like the guy could apparate. A couple girls also mentioned that Shane would set up some cameras but it looked like he had an assistant to operate them during the shows. The band talked about how some concerts were filmed for them to watch themselves and see what they could improve on. Later that year Jon also explained that “We usually videotape the shows while we’re on tour and watch them two to three times a week just like a football team, checking out what we did wrong and what we can do better.”

At a couple shows Shane was spotted just sitting in front of the stage taking pictures of Brendon on his phone lol. A decent amount of people were serious fans of Shane, but I mainly just appreciated that he obviously made Brendon happy. 

The Honda Civic Tour was one of my favorite parts of 2008 because the guys had many friends on the tour and seemed to be having a genuinely great time. There were still occasional hints of the underlying ongoing tension, but overall this season was a ton of fun to see & hear about. 

There were contests throughout most of this year to win leftover Honda Civic Tour crew t-shirts. I got my shirts, jacket, bag, and other gear from someone who had been at the announcement event on January 10th, but it was the same stuff that was used for prizes later… so there must have been a lot of it.

Some magazines reported that the band was at Pete Wentz’s wedding, but they definitely played a show that night (where Ryan dedicated Northern Downpour to Pete).

The band got trophies at the Fillmore in Denver for selling out their show. Ryan dedicated his trophy to the crowd.

Zack still wasn’t allowed into Canada, so he missed the Vancouver show.

The Honda Civic Tour site had a “moodreader” that would assess your mood and give you a Panic at the Disco song to match it. 

Pictures of the “reinvent love” vest showed up in May. That had been made out of one of the t-shirts that was for sale during this tour. (speaking of merch – hoodies were $50 and most t-shirts were around $25).

it sounded like Zack was running a lot of things at this point... like he’d be pouring drinks for the guys, reprimanding a crew member for not spotting a sharp object onstage that Jon might’ve stepped on with bare feet, wrangling the band, coordinating stuff with Shane & Dan, dealing with fans, and generally monitoring a lot. I heard he was even able to tell at a glance what height each microphone should be at for each guy.

Spencer’s mom and some of Ryan’s relatives were at one of the east coast shows (I think North Carolina). Jon gave his mom a shoutout at a show she was at too.

The final night of this tour had a “Panic in the OC” party. For about $1,300 – $1,400 you could get 1 concert ticket, 2 nights in the hotel, an autographed picture of the band, a meet & greet at the exclusive party, concert transfers, and a VIP laminate & swag bag for the OC party. You had to be 18+ to go, though. And that price didn’t include airfare.

There were a lot of giveaways & sweepstakes from places like radio stations where fans could win tickets to shows or a chance to meet the band. A lot of the hype this season was riding on the back of what the band had been during the Fever era.

A lot of the fans who watched Zack pour the drinks mentioned that Ryan drank white wine onstage, Jon & Brendon had beer, and Spencer sometimes got stuck with lemon-lime Gatorade since he wasn’t 21 yet.

Cassie, Keltie, Regan (Shane’s gf), Zack’s wife, and Haley were all at the Anaheim show on the final night.

STUFF THAT’S ABOUT THE FANS

“There are some crazy people out there who are kinda willing to do whatever to meet you. It’s kinda a strange thing for us to even think of. We don’t really enjoy it that much.” – Jon to College Candy during this tour

This tour sounded way more chill than the last half of the Fever era. There were still some stories about fans pounding on the side of the bus or chasing a band member to the bus, but it was nothing like 2006. The band definitely came out to sign stuff by their bus more often too.

Brendon had been the one who came out to greet fans the most in summer 2006 and the one who reportedly looked the guiltiest when the band members were instructed to put in ear plugs and walk quickly past crowds of fans in late 2006 without stopping. Brendon really wanted to connect with the fans in 2008 too but Zack was still in kind of a nanny role and would block him. There were several stories from different cities about how Brendon would basically sneak away from Zack to meet fans waiting outside and then Zack would get stern when he found Brendon and literally haul him away lol. I know sometimes Brendon used Zack as a bad cop figure so that Brendon didn’t need to disappoint fans, but there were definitely moments that sounded like Brendon wanted to stay & greet fans but wasn’t allowed

There were also stories about how Brendon would be allowed to come out to greet a small group of fans who had waited for a long time, but then Zack would drag him back onto the bus at a certain point. A few times it sounded like Brendon successfully snuck off the bus and back on without Zack ever showing up, though.

Multiple fans from one show said that a girl was being creepy and making Zack mad, so the guys were sent to the bus and that was it. They weren’t going to come out and greet anyone else. Quite a few fans from that night went online and bashed the band, saying stuff about how once again the guys were too good for their fans and would rather hide than take 10 seconds to acknowledge the people who have dedicated years to them. So this was yet another example of how the stories of the band being “rude” often had more context.

Ryan walked right past groups of fans by the barricade outside at the Vancouver show and said he’d be back, but just hid in the bus instead. He had a right to do that, but some fans still acted like they were being robbed of their right to meet the guys.

Ryan, Jon, and Spencer came out to greet fans in Seattle, but Brendon didn’t… so that felt like a noteworthy rare combination.

Zack brought Brendon out to meet fans in Atlanta while the other guys prepared a late surprise birthday party for him. Then Jon & Ryan came out to greet fans too.

this same situation happened at several different shows so maybe it’s worth mentioning: Brendon came out to greet a small group of fans who waited for hours by the bus. They asked Zack if they could meet Ryan too and were told that Ryan had gone off somewhere after the show and was too drunk to meet anyone. So it sounded like Ryan hung out with friends on this tour and was having a fun time.

By this point fans knew that if Zack told you to leave, that meant you should stick around because then the guys would come out to meet the remaining smaller group. So I’m sure that became challenging when Zack actually did want everyone to listen haha.

I was usually entertained to hear what Zack had added to his whole speech before meet & greets because obviously those things had happened in order for him to mention them. By this tour he was saying stuff about don’t smell the guys, don’t try to trip them when they walk into the room, don’t fart, don’t scream at them that you want to have their babies…

Brendon’s family was at the show on his birthday and I heard that a lot of fans were really rude to them. Some kids recognized his family and were horrified that many fans actually told Brendon’s dad stuff like “get the f--- out of my way,” assumed that his brothers were gay and started taunting them & calling them fags, and basically did a great job demonstrating what Brendon had to put up with in his career.

Not all of the screams of “northern downpour” at the shows were random enthusiasm for the song… sometimes it was members of the fan club making themselves known.

Zack said that fans could bring cameras if they were under 7 megapixels and didn’t have a detachable lens, so I just want to emphasize that all of our cameras back then were not as bad as a lot of pictures look. But I heard that cameras weren’t heavily investigated at some venues, so some people still brought in decent ones.

Just like with previous tours, professional photographers were only allowed up front for the first few songs. Some fans printed fake photo passes that actually worked.

I heard a fan tried to give Brendon a t-shirt with Audrey Kitching’s face on it.

I thought it was funny how so many of the people who were complaining about Ryan’s new “hippie hair” in August 2007 were now demanding that he bring that back instead of his current 1960s haircut.

I stopped keeping track of the ridiculous amount of fan projects/presents that were mailed to the band, but I did think it was neat that the girls who organized the scrapbook for Brendon’s birthday had sent it to the venue that the band was at on April 12th so it was waiting for him in the dressing room.

Las Vegas Weekly wrote this about the band’s Vegas show in June: “Spotted in the Palms parking lot was a hand-painted Toyota Prius, splashed with purple, pink and yellow paint and the messages ‘We Must Reinvent'... The artwork also included a bright sun/smiley face, musical notes, and, along the back, “Honk If You Love Panic.” Panic at the Disco fans, in town for the Vegas band’s show at the Pearl.”

MISC STUFF FROM THIS SEASON IN GENERAL

Here’s Spencer’s stuff for Meinel.

by the end of tour we knew that Northern Downpour would be the next single.

the band was MusicChoice’s Artist of the Month in May.

Pretty. Odd. honestly did well on the charts at first! It debuted at #2, but by May there were articles about the poor sales. The street team was mobilized again to call radio stations & request that they play PATD (which was a little concerning tbh). It felt like fall 2005 all over again... except the band’s success/popularity was not increasing exponentially this time. 

The band started getting questions about their poor record sales in interviews and most of their answers just shrugged it off. They wanted to focus on other ways of measuring success, like whether people came to their shows. The guys also understood that a lot of people were pirating music online now, so sales might not be an accurate representation of the number of people actually listening to your music.

Honda & MTV were responsible for the majority of the hype surrounding PATD this spring. A lot of the media attention this season was also riding off of the Fever era’s success. 

T-Mobile released the Nokia 5310 XpressMusic phone during the Honda Civic Tour. That came preloaded with a song from P!ATD and one from Phantom Planet. The video for That Green Gentleman was also preloaded on the phone, along with “an exclusive making-of video with a greeting from the band.”

The amount of staggeringly lazy journalism this year was even worse than normal. Some small details were just entertaining, though. Brendon’s name was spelled wrong so often and there were a lot of different stories for how Jon joined the band (one article made it sound like the guys scooped Jon up at a Chicago tour stop and booted Brent out the other side of the van on their way out of town). Another article claimed that “Vocalist Brendon Urie, guitarist Ryan Ross and drummer Spencer Smith were 17-year-old buddies from Las Vegas when they suddenly had a No. 1 hit on MTV with the video for “I Write Sins Not Tragedies.” (Brendon turned 19 a couple months after that video premiered on MTV and he wasn’t even the oldest band member).

Most fans were on the same page about the Ryden stuff: we’d have fun listing “proof” but obviously almost nobody actually believed it (because that wasn’t the point). However, the Brendon/Shane stuff was different… that relationship looked plausible without fans even trying, and some people did honestly wonder about them.

There were a LOT of fake myspace pages for Dylan Urie-Valdez (the dog that Brendon & Shane shared). A lot of them were mainly focused on the idea that Brendon & Shane were gay. Someone even made a fake myspace page for Pete Wentz’s dog and then used it to tell people to follow this fake “dilloncornbreadandchicken” account (which was one of the more committed fakes that made even the biggest PATD fans do a double take... and it took me a few solid minutes to figure out it was fake ha). Hobo’s myspace was real, though! Keltie ran that and shared lots of pictures.

Out.com told Spencer that “It seems like the crowds at your concerts have changed over the last couple years. There are still a lot of girls and gay guys, but there are also a lot of stoned college dudes.” Spencer replied:

We have observed it. We think it’s awesome. It’s something we kind of hoped for -- not specifically stoner college guys, but trying to get a more broad audience. We definitely have noticed people in the audience who only know our first album, which is totally expected. But there’s also people that know every word to every song off the new record, and aren’t as familiar with the old stuff. 

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Announcing the representation of Rick Lowe

September 20, 2021

Gagosian is pleased to announce the representation of

RICK LOWE

__________ New Painting Will Be Revealed as Part of Gallery’s Artist Spotlight Online Series Artist Will Be Featured at Art Basel 2021 and in Upcoming Social Works II Exhibition in London First Solo Exhibition Is Scheduled for September 2022 in New York Gagosian is pleased to announce the representation of Rick Lowe. Lowe’s numerous collaborative projects, undertaken in the spirit and tradition of “social sculpture,” are paired with an extensive body of work in painting, drawing, and installation. Working closely with individuals and communities, he has identified myriad ways to exercise creativity in the context of everyday activities, harnessing it to explore concerns around equity and justice. Influenced by Joseph Beuys’s formulation of “social sculpture,” he has moved from figurative “anti-painting” to the making and maintenance of projects aimed at the transformation of social structures and sites, and to symbolic abstract painting. In 1993, Lowe cofounded Project Row Houses in Houston’s Third Ward, working with fellow artists James Bettison (1958–1997), Bert Long, Jr. (1940–2013), Jesse Lott, Floyd Newsum, Bert Samples, and George Smith—as well as with neighbors and other creative thinkers—to establish a cultural district in a block and a half of derelict shotgun houses. Lowe’s work in Houston has also led him to initiate and participate in other community enterprises throughout the United States and abroad, including the Watts House Project (1996–2012), an artist-driven redevelopment organization in Los Angeles; a collaboration with British architect David Adjaye on a project for the Seattle Art Museum’s Olympic Sculpture Park (2005); and the production of Trans.lation: Vickery Meadow, a group of six pop-up community markets, for the Nasher Sculpture Center in Dallas (2013). Among his ongoing initiatives are the Victoria Square Project (2016–), a collaboration with Maria Papadimitriou in Athens’s Victoria Square in the context of Documenta 14; Black Wall Street Journey (2018–) in Chicago; and Greenwood Art Project (2018–21) in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Having used the game of dominoes to engage with residents of the Third Ward during the development of Project Row Houses, Lowe devised a visual language based on the resemblance between his aerial photographs of the game and maps of urban districts. By tracing and layering the patterns he discovers in these images, he continues to produce paintings and drawings that, while visually abstract, represent the reconfiguration and movement of communities over time. Lowe has exhibited these works in institutions worldwide including the Phoenix Art Museum; Contemporary Arts Museum Houston; Museum of Fine Arts, Houston; Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles; Neuberger Museum of Art, Purchase, New York; and Kumamoto State Museum, Japan. Lowe will inaugurate the third season of Gagosian’s Artist Spotlight series, an online program launched in April 2020. A collection of related editorial content—including an exclusive video featuring an interview with the artist filmed in his Houston studio—will launch on September 29. A new painting inspired by his collaborative public project in Athens, and related stylistically to his dominoes works, will be revealed on October 1 and made available exclusively online for forty-eight hours. Lowe will also be featured in the gallery’s booth at Art Basel this month, and in the upcoming Social Works II exhibition in London, which opens on October 7. Lowe’s first solo exhibition at the gallery is scheduled for fall 2022 at Gagosian New York. Rick Lowe was born in 1961 in rural Russell County, Alabama, and lives and works in Houston. Collections include the Brooklyn Museum, New York; Institute of Contemporary Art, Miami; and Menil Collection, Houston. Solo exhibitions include Art League Houston (2020). Group exhibitions include No Zoning: Artists Engage Houston, Contemporary Arts Museum Houston (2009); Economy, Centre for Contemporary Arts, Glasgow, Scotland (2013); and Polis, Museo de Antioquia, Medellín, Colombia (2018–19). He also participated in Documenta 14, Athens (2017). Among Lowe’s numerous community art projects are Project Row Houses, Houston (1993–2018); Watts House Project, Los Angeles (1996–2012); Borough Project (with Suzanne Lacy and Mary Jane Jacob), Charleston, SC (2003); Small Business Big Change, Anyang Public Art Program, Korea (2010); Greenwood Art Project, Tulsa, OK (2018–21); and Black Wall Street Journey  Chicago (2018–).Lowe is a recipient of the Rudy Bruner Award for Urban Excellence (1997), American Architectural Foundation Keystone Award (2000), Skowhegan School of Painting and Sculpture Governor’s Award for Outstanding Service to Artists (2005), Skandalaris Award for Excellence in Art and Architecture (2009), Creative Time’s Leonore Annenberg Prize for Art and Social Change (2010), and Texas Medal of Arts Award in Visual Arts (2015), among other awards. In 2013 President Barack Obama appointed him to the National Council on the Arts, and in 2014 he was named a MacArthur Fellow. Lowe is currently a professor of interdisciplinary practice at the University of Houston. _____ Rick Lowe. Photo: Brent Reaney

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Ann Quintano in NYC, Day 3

Gorgeous sunshine today. Pink flowers cover the front of Macy’s as their annual Flower Show is now open.

I began my Fighting the Dark Tour: Race riots of 1863 and the power of Black resilience. First, let me say I can’ believe how ignorant I am not to know any of this! The tour begins with the site of the ransacking and torching of the Colored Orphan’s Asylum. Fittingly the site at 43rd St and 5th Avenue is presently a boarded up empty lot. 200 children escaped and took shelter at 20th Precinct and 11 people were killed.

Geographically the tour encompasses midtown, then downtown city hall area (I didn’t do the Brooklyn section of tour) and introduces us to a cast of political characters (many questionable), abolitionists, to our first Black Mayor David Dinkins (recently passed), Thurgood Marshall and the many Black people who valiantly lived in those excruciating times of slavery and violence and horrendous acts of inhumanity.

It became clear that the Draft Riots soon became Race Riots. The ugly, immoral, violent racism of America is captured in this gripping historical tour and equally so the Black resilience. This tour is not something that I will detail here. I strongly recommend that people take the tour or at least the transcript here: https://at.theshed.org/program/202-fighting-dark/audio-walking-tour.

But I will say that as we have come to know the importance of bearing witness to the murder of Black people in this country (while demanding accountability) and saying their names, I will add to tose names some from “Fighting the dark”.

So say the name:

    Joseph Reed age 7 (lived on the street where I live!)

     William Henry Nichols

      Joseph Jackson age 19 killed and thrown into the river

      Ann Derrickson

After the powerful tour I walked down MulberryStreet to Tasty Dumpling as prescribed in the day’s activities. Though on one hand it seemed odd to end the tour and go there, on the other hand it is rather fitting given the rise in hate crimes against Asians and Pacific Islanders. I took the dumplings and sat in Columbus Park, went and got tea and a bun and came back to the park. Men and women were clustered together around cement tables...men at one, women at another playing cards and other games. Hard to see as many men were huddled tightly together and the women had bright colored umbrellas opened and tenting the table area from the bright sun. People in Chinatown were relaxing in the park, some eating but it was fairly quiet. (I even heard a white throated sparrow! A New Hampshire bird!) The Chinese musicians I usually sit and listen to were no there. They play string instruments, the San Xian or Erhu.

Today was also a visit to The Empire State Building. The exhibit on the construction of the building was interesting with huge videos of riveters and workers laying steel beams high in the sky. There was a video display with snippets of various films featuring the building from King Kong to Sleepless in Seattle. And there were of course the observation decks and what a perfect day for it. Spectacular. I thought I might feel a bit queasy up there but it was fine. The elevator ride was something else though. That was scary and you know when your ears are popping your gaining altitude

Back in the apartment was a zoom lecture where beside the lecturer and tech person there was only one other person besides myself. It was an eclectic talk spanning the ‘60′s, assassination, Viet Nam War, Psychiatry, Lee Harvey Oswald and Booth’s assassination of Lincoln. We had a friendly chat.

Now it’s time to rest up for tomorrow’s another big day. Bye for now.

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Pacific Science Center's recent-edition of Brewology offers Halloween-themed fun.

October, historically, has operated as a junction between the Autumn-themed Oktoberfest festival or Fresh Hop beers and the comforts of higher-alcohol Winter Ales and Winter Warmers. But this month shouldn’t restrain one's indulgence in some Halloween-themed bacchanalia with a complement of strangers, friends, or family. For us that alcohol-fueled revelry began at Brewology - a unique festival showcasing brewed beverages hosted by Seattle’s Pacific Science Center.

Admission

At $50 ($45 for Pacific Science Center members), a ticket to Brewology grants you access to the Center's main exhibition hall, Tropical Butterfly House, and Planetarium while consuming beers, cider, or kombucha from over 10 brewers in the Seattle and Greater Seattle area. Making the event unique is the after-hours access Brewology provides for those seeking an adult-only experience, all with a Halloween flair, for those looking for an excuse to dress up before October 31st.

Breweries, Cideries, and Kombucha

Four-ounces of Fremont Dark Star Imperial Stout during the Pacific Science Center's Brewology.

When we first attended Brewology in March of this year (2019), the event hosted a combined 20+ breweries and cideries, served four-ounces at a time, intending to educate you about the brewing process as it relates to beer or cider. For October, the Pacific Science Center hosted not only cideries and breweries but also brewers of kombucha. All told, the event presented 12 breweries, 1 cidery, and 1 kombucha brewery.

Our thoughts. For us, (with our 12 tokens) we primarily sought the comfort of lagers with our favorites being Chuckanut's Kolsch German-style, Chuckanut Rauch Marzen Lager, Counterbalance Marzen Lager, Dru Bru Oktoberfest German-style Fest Beer, Future Primitive's Smoked Dark Lager, Hellbent's Oktoberfest Lager, or Watt's Leafcutter Kolsch-style Ale. But when we weren't pairing lagers with the Dinosaurs: A Journey Through Time, or the Planetarium, we enjoyed Georgetown's Gusto Crema Coffee or Fremont Dark Star Imperial Stout.

Exhibitions

image sourced from the Pacific Science Center

From the entrance off Denny Street, it only takes a few flights of stairs (past several grade-school-level science demonstrations) before you arrive in the large exhibition hall. There you are asked to witness or engage with "Wellbody Academy" or "Living Exhibit", perform exercises at the "Body Works" exhibition, touch aquatic specimens from the Puget Sound at the "Saltwater Tide Pool", see and experience the "Tropical Butterfly House", or learn about our solar system and our past at the Dinosaurs: A Journey Through Time" and the "Planetarium".

Our thoughts. Our favorite exhibits by far were the Planetarium and the Tropical Butterfly House, mostly in part because of the engagement encouraged by the staff at both exhibitions. During our Planetarium experience, the guide encouraged guests to ask questions as they modified the celestial alignments throughout time and culture. Meanwhile, at the Tropical Butterfly House, guests were encouraged to see and enjoy the wonder of butterflies as they flew and rested throughout a temperature-controlled greenhouse. These two exhibitions were the highlight of our experience.

Note, both exhibits operate throughout the year rain or shine.

Costume Contest and Photo Booth.

New to October's Brewology, the event featured a costume contest in keeping with October's affiliation with Halloween, changing seasons, and shorter days. Costumes ranged from the scientific to traditional, with the occasional pop-culture reference as an appetizer in between. For their part, the Pacific Science Center had best science costumes and best overall costumes categories, each with three unique winners. In addition, guests, costumed or not, were invited to pose with props and friends at the photo booth.

Final thoughts.

Recognizing the hard work that the organizers and staff at the Pacific Science Center we still felt that the October-edition's Brewology would have benefitted from a larger volume of brewers, cideries, or kombucha. However, we thoroughly enjoyed the exhibits, the evening, and of course another opportunity to enjoy a beer while walking throughout the Pacific Science Center's main exhibition hall. If history is any indicator, you would do well to get your tickets for April's 2020-edition of Brewology.

Pursuant to FTC guidelines, the Pacific Science Center provided us complimentary-access as part of the research for this article.

from Northwest Beer Guide - News - The Northwest Beer Guide http://bit.ly/2P8TisW

[seedlingjournal]

1. The idealist in me would love to wake up at sunrise every day but for now I'm settling for anywhere between 8 and 10.

2. I had that "roly-poly fish heads" song stuck in my head the other day

3. Seattle in 2012: Pike Place Market, floral print sundress, smelling lotions at one of the booths

4. The practice is in giving myself permission.

5. "Learn the rules, break the rules, make up new rules, break the new rules." Marvin Bell

6. There's a part of me that really resonates with Edna from The Incredibles

7. vaguely remembering I had a dream involving a science exhibit and coconuts

8. Prioritize the pause.

9. My favorite visual right now is to picture everything - moods, environment, needs - as a spectrum. The pause is for checking in with where I'm at, how low or high I'd place myself on a particular spectrum, and then from there, acting accordingly.

10. Living life as if we're only ever in one state of being or another rather than any number of states between here and there is a trap, and I'm not falling for it anymore.

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Last day of Emerald City Comic Con! Some of our team are out in the wild exhibiting at Booth 1939 if you're around! #eccc #eccc2022 #emeraldcitycomicon #Seattle #comiccon #convention #geek https://www.instagram.com/p/ChiUfBnJKjA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Seattle Art Fair: Mike Kelley's sculpture Gospel Rocket will be installed in our booth at the Seattle Art Fair from tomorrow through August 5. Gospel Rocket was one of 25 works originally shown in the 2005 Day is Done exhibition at Gagosian West 24th Street, New York, which incorporated videos from the artist's Extracurricular Activity Projection Reconstruction series into sculptural installations. The artwork features a projection showing women dressed in robes akin to those worn by gospel choirs participating in a sort of gospel workout, as well as props and materials used in the video. For one element, the golden robes have been sewn together into a single, twenty-one foot long garment that covers a facsimile metal rocket. View this work on Artsy or contact us at inquire@gagosian.com to receive a PDF with detailed information on the work. __________ Mike Kelley, Gospel Rocket, 2005 © Mike Kelley Foundation for the Arts. All Rights Reserved/Licensed by VAGA, New York, NY. Photo: Fredrik Nilsen Studio