In the middle of a weird time for shows this was a refreshing one to see. I really only knew of a couple songs by this artist which are mostly electronic style. I didn’t know what to expect but when he came out to stage with an electric guitar I knew it was going to be memorable. The guitar mixed with voice loops and electronic rhythm’s was very energetic. Visuals were behind the stage to add to the experience with some various light shows throughout. The Showbox Market is one of my favorite venues located in Downtown Seattle near Pike Place Market. Parking can be a bitch unless you are fine parking a couple blocks away but other than that it’s very centrally located. The venues has multiple vantage points with accessible bars in 3-4 locations depending on the show. Center has a floor crowd while the back has elevated tiers to see the show. I was very impressed with Flux Pavilion and an artist I would see again.
UFO sightings have been found all over the world spanning decades in our history. Even to this day UFO sightings are laughed at or ridiculed in some type of way. The subject has never been taken seriously by anyone including our government. Some countries see these sightings so much that they encourage eyewitness testimonies while the united states just gets laughed at. I was semi surprised to see in some research how many Seattle sightings that go unnoticed in our media. The picture above was somewhere near Downtown Seattle this year and clear as day you can see two spaceships using some type of cloaking mechanism that altered the distorted visuals which you can find online on YouTube. Rather than going into whether they are real or not OR their intentions I think there is an even bigger picture. We have a wealth of credible eye witness sightings collected over decades from decorated military officials, civilian eye witness videos and historic artifacts like pyramids and crop circles that humans could not have accomplished without extraterrestrial tools. So let’s just say these sightings are the real deal and we somehow don’t need to argue it. Well then everything changes. Religion, history, the universe, time, space, everything. If objects can drop down from out of our atmosphere at light speed coming to a complete stop 50ft away from the earth without making any sound and no visual propulsion systems…well what the fuck has that type of technology? If these crafts are unmanned and nothing is inside then did we reach technological singularity in our sleep? Not likely in my opinion. So then would that mean these crafts have been dug up and found 100s of years ago and we just didn’t know what to do with them or how to operate them? Much more possible when you factor humans limited comprehension of what we know right now. All we know is life and death with everything in between. I think the fine details are blurry but it’s a fact that intelligent more advanced shit is orbiting around us sliding into our world anytime they want just like how we visit a petting zoo for entertainment. I think our world is stranger than we could ever imagine and I strongly believe they have secrets around our earth that are far beyond our comprehension. Some of the data is contradicting when you constantly ask the question why. Why means they are suppose to have a purpose in visiting us or some reason or intention. Do we have intentions visiting a trail of Ants that can’t comprehend anything about our life? Nope, we step over them or by them, don’t even notice ants and some of them we step on. This isn’t to say we are these underdeveloped beings that are being fucked with constantly it’s just putting in perspective that each life form pays less attention to life forms that aren’t on their level. Which makes sense why UFO’s are spotted around nuclear sites, military areas, storms, volcanoes and over bodies of water miles deep. Apparently all that shit gets their attention like a monkey doing a trick or something. So what do we do now besides look to the sky in hopes for own sighting? I think being aware and spreading that awareness is how humans strengthen themselves with comprehension. Brilliant humans like Stephen Hawking and Albert Einstein had intelligent backgrounds but also thought outside the box. We are still catching up to proof of their theories to this day. It’s difficult for a human to comprehend what could be more advanced than humans when we battle basic day to day living, i.e. going to work, paying to live and whatever trials and tribulations life brings our way. What if we didn’t need to struggle or worry of death or how to pay for things. What if we could hop into a spaceship and take light speed to another galaxy and build an entire civilization just for fun. No one dies no one hurts no one has any energy to be upset because every aspect of happiness is just a thought and it happens. Seems like heaven doesn’t it. Maybe we see this when we die or maybe the whole Alien phenomenon is really just our creators revealing themselves from time to time. UFO’s exist so that means all of the religious beliefs were built to create boundaries in society as well as a faith system to guide us through our mortal lives. Lot’s of humans refuse to steal or kill because of religious reasons. If I created a civilization last thing I would do was tell the little humans that super intelligent beings from outer space made all of this and left them with rocks and sticks to play with until they evolve. Would they believe them anyway? Yet much of history tells us of starting out as cave humans evolving slowly to where we are now. So what is with the wait for contact with these beings? Do we need to just accept something is out there and allow our minds to see it or is it just simply we get lucky with a UFO sighting and that’s the end of it. I am more of believer of something deeper as I don’t think many humans even believe there is anything out there. The pentagon has made it public that they exist and they don’t have the proper resources to study them, no one seems to care how powerful that statement is. It’s basically saying that there is smarter mutherfuckers out there and they have literal spaceships that can dart across the universe like we go to 7-11 yet much faster. Millions of eye witness sightings all over the world with advancements in technology/cell phones makes them easier to see and document these days. Why are many of the shapes or crafts different appearing different in various sightings? Are they different beings or vessels? That has always puzzled me because they all react the same way through the sky but take different shapes or glow differently in some sightings. It’s my strong belief that in the next 5 years or less we will know much more about this phenomenon but the truth will be equally devastating to the world at the same time. Imagine the entire population seeing something at the same time proving it’s existence beyond any reasonable doubt in a major populated area. Imagine an Independence day situation where a ship just hoovers over the city for 20 minutes for everyone to see that is clearly beyond our comprehension but just like that it vanishes at a speed we can’t even understand. If an event like that were to happen in any city the people would go crazy. Religion is gone because Jesus and other fairy tales don’t exist knowing Alien-esq life forms existed before these bibles. It would mean that technology is so advanced somewhere else that everything we know is less than a blink of what is really out there. An event like this would cause chaos because we would all feel lied to by our leaders. There would be no faith in anything and humans would desperately seek the truth only to find out no one really knows. To me, this is obvious reason for the cover ups. The questions would plague us so bad that I think it would cause mass hysteria everywhere in the world. What is the meaning of life when we can’t even understand UFO’s traveling at light speed to our planet to dip in and out at any given moment. We would want to know so much about our existence and what’s possible with technology. Could we cure any disease, fly to other solar systems, bring loved ones back from the dead or did they transfer somewhere alien after death? Are there other dimensions that don’t even make sense built by dreamers who have crossed over into the land of flying saucers and extraterrestrial beings. I don’t think they are hostel but humans are hostel by nature so maybe we don’t even deserve to know. If we can’t even talk to one another about these topics without scrutiny then why do we deserve to know what’s really visiting us? So again, I say the best message is to share the curiosity because these sightings appear to be curious beings as well.
I lost my brother Gnarly Nigel Wallace, a brave warrior, loyal friend and intelligent in all facets. I often joked with Nigel that some people will talk about the period of time of him. That we all lived in a period of time that Nigel existed. Because Gnarly Nigel was tough as railroad nails and you can’t even begin any story about Nigel without mentioning some of his key ingredients. I can remember the first fight I ever saw Nigel in. We were all headed out to a house party in Greenlake just North of Seattle. We were young kids going to a seemingly partial college party but I didn’t ask many questions after I heard it was a party. Even at this stage in our lives ever single person I knew in West Seattle already had their very own personal Gnarly Nigel story so it was just known where we grew up. Anyway, I was about 15 driving without a license with a car full of West Seattle inside on a fantastic voyage to explore the night. Nigel and all them were a bit older than me but I never felt like a tag along since the inception of my hangouts. Nigel was one of those guys who always made everyone around him feel special. If you were his friend, you were his family and he would immediately do anything for you. We arrived to this house party and very shortly after we get there in an unknown argument near the kitchen everyone just got amped to go outside and this party was about a block away from the main Greenlake avenue road. Some of these guys were College jocks that did sports and appeared to work out all the time so they seemed spicy about the occasion. I had one of those collapsible batons that I ejected out to pound stuff with. I remember opening the Baton and looking around the area and I see Christopher Townsend nearby who was one of Nigel’s best friends but also one that often got Nigel into a lot of fights for various reasons. However, in some situations Nigel would protect him because Townsend was handicapped from birth on his right arm which made that side of his body almost inoperable for combat scenarios. It’s very possible someone could have even made a joke about Townsend’s arm at the party because I could remember Nigel telling them to assemble their toughest and meet him out front. He seriously talked like that before a fight. No shit talking or bragging just some very specific instructions to meet him somewhere and be battle ready. Once we all were outside, I walked toward this enemy with a douche issued baseball cap placed on his head backwards with his letterman jacket squadron spread out behind him. Soon as I start to walk forward Nigel puts his arm in front to stop me which was like walking into the middle of an iron gate. He immediately punches this guy with a south paw left so hard that the guys hat came off but dropped directly downward from the impact. I remember when that happened people started yelling and screaming shit at Nigel. I look to the right and Townsend had one of those architect style x acto blades about maybe an inch long on the end of narrow pen style cylinder. Townsend sticks this guy wearing a deep V neck white t shirt like 3 times with his one arm and the dude was clearly not in major pain but still a shitty wound to have. Townsend tucks the blade away and speed walks out of view with his hood on. Nigel is over in the street fighting another guy and someone comes behind him to try and claim the title. This dude who was about the same size like 6’2 or 6’3 punches Nigel in the back of the head. I remember how it sounded. It was comparable to a person who was trying to pound sand with their fist, so it just made this thud on the back of his melon. The crazy thing was Nigel just kept going like nothing was behind him until his punching job was finished. Soon after Nigel turns around and starts boxing with the sucker punch guy. I remember thinking well that guy is going down so where are our other friends. I spot Aaron Schick getting body slammed by a bro pile of dudes. Then I look back at Nigel and he has this guy on the ground and as he is punching him -left -right -left -right then the guy moves around to try to avoid it and Nigel missed a couple times hitting the concrete. You could hear that noise too but it was more like just skin and bone hitting the ground. That guy was done quickly and when Nigel got up to fight these other guys they all just started backing away and I could hear one guy say, “No I don’t want to fight anymore”. I can still remember how the fear filled the street from these guys witnessing Nigel fighting for only barely even a minute. I look around again and Aaron Schick is already back on his feet and the entire group of opponents were are all focused only on Nigel who was crouched to the ground punching the guy he first knocked down. However that guy never got back up from the first hit and Nigel decided to go back and hit the body areas so that he didn’t kill the guy from head trauma. When Nigel moved away from that mess he just stared everyone down as a couple made attempts to confront Nigel. Almost as if these other guys figured they might as well get their ass beat too so that they could maintain loyalty to their friends that got beat up. I only seen Nigel punch one more guy and it was this quick jab like putting a period on the end of the fight. The guy just took his last hit and regrouped with his buddies on the side of the house. it was chaotic, it was barbaric, it was entertaining, it was discipline and it was Nigel getting gnarly because he wanted to protect his family at all costs. Next we hopped into my 1981 Beige Honda Accord and rolled out talking about it like a Mike Tyson fight that was over in minutes. Nigel was sitting shotgun and looks at me super serious like a meaty pit bull with no neck, with some puppy dog eyes and asks if I remember any of those guys he beat up being smaller than him. I laughed and said no because one of the guys was actually bigger. Nigel said he never wanted to beat up anyone that was smaller than him. Everyone in the back of the car was recapping the events about the fight and Nigel just sort of laughed in relief to his principles of fighting being upheld. Nigel was one of the funniest guys I knew and I felt like the two of us made things even funnier. When Nigel would laugh really hard he would snort and then immediate apologize about it with embarrassment. Nigel had very few immediate family members and lost his mother Victoria Wallace to a drug overdose when he was a teenager and then he lost his father some years ago. Nigel use to get really sad about missing his mother especially around holidays but that’s why we always spent holidays together. We shared some commonalities growing up in the streets with friends we call family and now I finally understand after all the funerals I attended, and all the death related tragedies. That no matter how many years went by Nigel was always still pained from losing his mother and it would never go away. I feel that way losing him. We went everywhere together and believed in each other along side great nights talking for hours at my house and reminiscing with a group that knew the stories best. I write this in tears and last night I went to sleep in tears about this but I was able to dream. I had this dream that Nigel was pounding on some wall to make them let him back into our world and you could hear him yelling and banging on this wall. In this dream Nigel would shout and slam his fists into the wall which would cause this distortion to make him appear in our life for a very brief second but then go away shortly after. I suppose I mention the dream because I feel like the only way I will get through this is if Gnarly Nigel never gives up trying to contact me from the other side. Until then I just need to rely on the comfort in picturing him on a beach somewhere with some black shades waiting to see me again.
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