Bleeding Fiction

Went out to dinner with Jeni Garber last night, a good old friend of unusual circumstances who I haven't had cause to mention here before. Jeni is going to Seattle for a week to visit some friends and while there is going to visit the Experience Music Project. Named after Jimi Hendrix, and shame on you if you don't know who he is, and his breakthrough band the place is a self-described "interactive music museum celebrating creativity and innovation in popular music." It's got an ever-changing gallery of exhibits which currently feature the Beatles, Bruce Springsteen and Jimi himself as well as a wide host of other exhibits on the history of music as a whole and aspects of it in particular. Oh, and have I mentioned that there's an entire array of hands on exhibits?!

It kills me, absolutely kills me, that this place has been around for four years now. I've been to Seattle twice in that time, both playing tourist (after a fashion) and never even knew about this place to go and visit. This place is Goddamn leaps and bounds better than the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame; it's a museum! And I find out about it now, after I've lost most any other reason to go to Seattle. So, so jealous of Jeni; wish I had known about this years ago, to have taken advantage when I had the chance.

Oh, and just in case you thought I couldn't get any more grumbly: June 2004, the Experience Science Fiction Project. In the same fucking building! A museum of Science Fiction! Goddamn fuckin' hire me already!

Seattle is rapidly being kicked up several notches on my list of "favorite cities." I hope to high hell UW lets me in, just so that I can visit these museums while I'm there. Just the thought of it is driving me buggy.