My husband was in a band all through college. Seattle had just hit peak grunge, and competition for gigs was fierce. He played around town in lots of the smaller clubs, most of which no longer exist. The Crocodile was one of the important venues back then, as it is now, and they never got to play there.
But my daughter did Rain City Rock Camp for two summers. So she’s played the Crocodile twice.
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