BeerCan.
I lived under the West Seattle viaduct for a while - that was a sweet loc, lots of industrial noise to cover up the drunken debauchery and raging from gas huffing.
Don't let's forget Georgetown, great for you angsty, bitter struggling artist types!
My Great Grandfather owned a bakery in Georgetown back when that was where all the recent immigrants from Germany moved to.
Georgetown I'll be there tonight.