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Seattle Grunge Trail — Never mind
First rule about grunge trail, rules are stupid.
Don’t tell anyone about it. They will deny it exists.
It doesn’t. So, don’t go there.
Fuck it, I don’t care. Go if you want.
The whole thing starts in the beginning.
Jimi Hendrix. Find some Jimi stuff around Seattle. There’s lots. A park bares his name near the bridge to Mercer Island. At one edge of his namesake park is the Northwest African American Museum. Hendrix is likely not the first musical prodigy from the emerald city. Many followed in his footsteps.
The late 1980s and early 1990s in the Seattle area, simmered with scores of young, talented bands. By the mid-90s, the wave crashed, assuredly many more skilled musicians continue to hail from the PNW.
Adventure on. The city Seattle is hilly, flat, hilly again and a lot of water carving up the land. By foot or bike, it is a great day of exercise, and plenty of excellent dining options. And some cool quirky shops to meander.
Where to start? Searching for music venues, indie record shops and spaces where nightlife shines. There are also options to take the work out of it, talk with a Seattle grunge expert.
