Pink Mailbox

Back in the day, this was the place to go for the best music. Now, sadly, it’s gone.

Don’t be all butt-​scared — just come in. So yeah, this place used to host hella scary and somewhat annoying Olympia-​based folk-​indie rock that sounded more like summer church camp chantings than all that angsty shit college years are made of, but it really is the venue for all sorts of diverse, community-​oriented events, including:
— skill-​share workshops
— sweaty-​ass dance parties
— Scarentine’s Day parties
— hardcore/​grindcore/​emocore/​buttcore/​crackcore/​peniscore shows
— alternative graduation
— vegan potlucks
So yeah, I can understand from that from the outside the place seems like one of those hippy-​dippy hipster-​vegan elistist innocent-​indie biker-​tofu places, which it is in a way, but I think I filthed the place up enough with my scroungy ass to even it out. You know, I let ice cream and sunflower seeds and gummy bears hella spill out of my bed with figure skating tapes running into the morning cuz I fell asleep watching, took plenty of dumps, brought enough gay people in to make this a truly well-​rounded place.
I just hope the Pink Mailbox is still the art-​centric, queer-​friendly, activist-​gathering, collective-​effort place we originally meant it to be. Before we brought the DDR and legwarmers in.