1. One of the things I love about W3 – The Dial
    December 1, 2012 by Walden3

    It is a rainy Friday afternoon and my sights are already set on the big red steam whistle that perches on the door frame of my office. When the clock strikes 5:00 that whistle blows and I slide down the banister like Fred Flintstone, grabbing my lunch pail and jacket and head out the door at a brisk pace.

    It is Friday afternoons like this that your mind drifts a little bit away from art and work, and turns, (just a tad) towards fun and play. And I thought it would be a good time to talk about The Dial – the basement night club at Walden Three.

    Hour for hour, I probably spend just as much time in the exhibition spaces as I do in The Dial, but I should defend my character, and drinking habits, just a bit, as The Dial serves W3 in more ways than parching the thirsts of its guests. Sure we have an entire floor dedicated to production offices and staff meetings, but more work gets done over a beer (or two) than I should probably admit. In nice weather they roll away the whole west wall of the bar that opens out to post alley and the space fills with the smell of fresh air and saltwater. In the winter it is a dark warm enclave that offers a bit more peace than other parts of the building. The room is so flexible that it can serve food, host meetings or turn into a dance party with the turn of a dial(well, there is no real dial, but I’ve seen it turn over pretty quick). Bars often get a bad wrap, but if The Dial wasn’t here, half the guests and all the artists would just be across the street hanging out at the Diller or the Four Seasons bar.

    During the renovation, it was very rightly decided to install as large of an elevator as we possibly could. The main reason was to be able to load in and out large sculpture and installation pieces for the upstairs galleries, but it turned out to have a lot of other really cool functions. Sure it can move 20 people from one floor to the next, that’s to be expected with such a large elevator, but there is so much performance happening in there, mini-installations, tarot readings, DJs, poets – people drag couches in there and just hang out… But The Dial has employed that giant elevator to the very best of purposes. During openings, after-parties and other well attended events, they wheel a bar into the elevator. And leave it there. One time they set up a tequila bar in there and rode it up to the Mercer Gallery. Another time they spooned warm Sangria into wooden bowls and had a record player spinning old Herb Albert vinyl. It’s a pretty novel idea to bring the bar to the party, or just create a party in the 180 square foot space, picking up and dropping off guests on various levels.

    The Dial takes it’s name from an old literary magazine that Emerson and Thoreau used to contribute to (and many other important artists over the years) and though few people appear to pick up the reference, it seems to be where all the visiting writers and critics convene to meet, write, debate, flirt, and not terribly surprising, get loaded. Just last week Christopher Knight and Roberta Smith challenged each other to an arm wrestling match. I won’t say who won, but Roberta is a heck of a lot stronger than she looks. And it’s refreshing to have art critics and writers descend on Seattle. I think they feel a bit like gold prospectors – like they discovered Seattle artists, and that’s just fine with me. Just as long as they keep coming in, reviewing the exhibitions, writing about what Seattle artists are doing and piping in their two cents about what Walden 3 is. But the next time you read a review in the New York Times or Art in America or the Wall Street Journal, just remember that it most likely wasn’t written entirely sober…

    Have a great weekend! I’m cutting out a few minutes early. It’s happy hour at The Dial and I can’t wait to see who is lurking around there tonight.

    GL