My second in the punks with dogs series. Maybe one day I’ll have enough for a showing. I’ll call it “Punks with Dogs” and real punks can show up with their dogs and try and bum smokes from me and when I say truthfully I don’t have any they can mutter under their breath at me.
I tried to draw this a bunch of times and it has slowly gotten better and better. I still haven’t figured out how to draw Bellevue way the heck out there. Oh well. I like this one a lot, especially the crappy little cars. I really love my neighborhood.
A house warming gift for Cara and Tobias and their new house. Congratulations!
The Comet Tavern. A very old bar, or a tavern, but they serve liquor, so, that’s a bar right? Built around 1904 or 1917 or there abouts on Capitol Hill in Seattle. It used to be a hardware store or something on the east side of the space and something or another, maybe a bar, on the otherside. I read about the history of the space in this here article quite a while ago but can’t remember now. I do remember that the article has some neat historical pictures if you are into that sort of thing. Having been two spaces does explain the weird layout of the place and just the general lack of flow in the floor design, which you will understand if you ever go there. I do remember that when the two sides were separated, where the sound booth is used to be a picture window and the whole space used to be built up much higher off of the street, until they redid the streets.
If you ever travel to Seattle, and the Comet is on your itinerary, be sure to take a look at the ceiling. I believe they still have a genuine piece of the old Kingdome ceiling, which used to fall quite frequently near the last years of our beloved concrete dome stadium, tacked up there. The piece of ceiling may be signed by Mr. Mariner Alvin Davis, or may be signed by an old regular drunk or the thing might be gone by now. I can’t remember.
Upstairs of the Comet are what look to be old apartments but now are just boarded up weirdness and have been that way for as long as I have been around. I’ve always imagine all sorts of crazy occurring up there and despite my best efforts have yet to find anyone who has been up there or can give me an answer about what is going on up there. Maybe it contains the worst time ever. That’s what it looks like.
In conclusion, here is a drawing of the Comet Tavern, a very old bar.