To the Mean Streets of Queen Anne
This half of The Beard Hour, still repping the 434 in spirit, now resides in Seattle. I had meant to post the playlists for the final six or seven shows, but I can't imagine anyone is really that interested. They were really good shows, if you'll take my word for it, bolstered by a late quarter appearance by Caleb King and a seven hour 11-6 AM finale. You can imagine how that went down.
But for now: no radio. I want to transition towards a legit African radio show at KBCS out here, but I'm waiting until some job things fall into place first. By which I mean, I'm waiting for this grocery store to call me back and then I have to start searching again. After that though, I'm hoping to get on the weekly Congolese jams route, but we will see what happens. Seattle is a funny place, as different from a city as I could imagine, but good so far.
And now, in purely photographic format, the journey from Charlottesville to Seattle, starring Mike, Chelsea, and myself, as well as a Nissan Xterra and my fifteen year old Subaru legacy.
But for now: no radio. I want to transition towards a legit African radio show at KBCS out here, but I'm waiting until some job things fall into place first. By which I mean, I'm waiting for this grocery store to call me back and then I have to start searching again. After that though, I'm hoping to get on the weekly Congolese jams route, but we will see what happens. Seattle is a funny place, as different from a city as I could imagine, but good so far.
And now, in purely photographic format, the journey from Charlottesville to Seattle, starring Mike, Chelsea, and myself, as well as a Nissan Xterra and my fifteen year old Subaru legacy.
