Once upon a time, Seattles music scene was not emo, punk, or even grunge. It was inspired by the trades of its pre-Microsoft citizens, whose livelihood depended on vast, salty Puget Sound. Maybe now many of us make a living designing operating systems or airplane wings, but back then we secured the rigging and tacked to starboard. Long days amid the waves were followed with drink, song, and a few ladies of the night, if the stories told on the Underground Tour are to be believed. Once a month, Northwest Seaport asks us landlubbers to reclaim our maritime heritage with Sea Chantey Sings. Local chantier and salty dog Matthew Moeller, whose flowing locks put Michael Boltons former mane to shame, leads the festivities. Unlike, say, a sing-along Messiah, chanties dont demand that you know all the words and notes ahead of time. Or even that you be able to sing. A stout heart and a love of the ocean are all that is required. So avast ye cubicle dwellers, cast off your cares and sing us a song. And bring a log for the fire.
Fri., Dec. 14, 8 p.m., 2007
