Last Sunday night, there was a show at the Vera Project. The much-adored local quartet Witch Gardens played this show. A Reverb review of this show referred to WG guitarist/singer Casey Catherwood as a "circus barker." Since then--much to Catherwood's dismay--the nickname has stuck. Other media outlets have taken to calling him, in full, Casey "Circus Barker" Catherwood.
"Just thinking about it has me reeling," Catherwood told me earlier this morning. "I'm still in bed and I can't move. Feeling exactly like Cameron from Ferris Bueller's Day Off."
Now, in a SW exclusive, Catherwood offers the following plea to the public:
I feel misrepresented because I am usually a very tame and civil person.
The instance in question that has garnered me this despicable title took place on an evening in which I performed at a concert with a larger than life rock troupe, Witch Gardens, after having been bedridden with a particularly strong strain of the influenza virus for two weeks. The buzzing show room of Seattle Center's Vera Project was essentially the only human contact I had made with strangers since my battle for recovery.
Perhaps I erred on the side of animated and excitable on that fateful night, but given the tenuous circumstances and my track record of kindness and care, this nickname that sticks to me like so much hot tar and feather is so offbase.
If the humble audience of Seattle were to give me another chance, perhaps at our show tonight at CAIRO, I guarantee in my heart of hearts that I will shed my title of "circus barker," like a sheep in wolf's clothing, proving once and for all that I am a gentle, meek, and ultimately misunderstood artist and citizen caught up in these troubled times.
Leave Casey alone!
Witch Gardens plays Cairo tonight at 7:30. Go tell Casey you're sorry for hurting his feelings.