Hands down the funnest march I ever marched happened 8 years ago today. It was a polyamorous procession of the entire “Seattle Coalliton” (busty steel men, enviros, indigenous folks, dreamers and korean unionists) down some broad shoppers avenue on Capital Hill. Some where along the way the whole sh’bang (at least a thousand of us) fueled by the weight of our innevitablity, wandered off the street, onto the sidewalk and straight through the doors of one of those urban malls into a navy blue Gap. Through the atrium we brought our rummble of chants and slogans and drums, transformed it to an echo chamber- the mannequins in the store bopping to the drone of something louder than the big Taiko drums of the Koreans.

Later that evening my brother, this playful dude from Katuah Earth First! and I cruised Seattle in my ’89 Civic, playing rewinding and then playing again Garry Glitter’s stadium anthem Rock and Roll: Parts One & Two, all the while trying to top it with our own broadcasts of “General Strike Tommorow, Don’t Go To Work”, screamed out the window to any one we drove by. Next day was the blockade that closed down the city for the rest of the week.

Times have changed in the past but we won’t forget
Though the age has passed they’ll be rockin’ yet

Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll
Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll
Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll
Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll
Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll
Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll
Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll

(flyer and arm band scavenged from the Denny St. convergence center 11/99)