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Friday, May 13, 2005

Clouds of Blood

posted by on May 13 at 2:58 PM

I ran into occasional Stranger/Mercury freelancer Sam Mickens at the LCD/M.I.A. show, and after we argued about which Prince song is his best (he picks “The Beautiful Ones”; I say “The Cross”), he told me about a new project he plans to launch this summer called Clouds of Blood. “It will have a Prince/Birthday Party, Boredoms/Fela Kuti sort of vibe, if all goes right,” he confided. Sounds almost too good to be true, but the lineup shows promise: Mickens (singer/guitarist of the Dead Science), Devin Welch (guitarist of Shoplifting/Blood Brothers), Matt Carlson (keyboardist from Schlaze Cubed), Sprout (former violist of Degenerate Art Ensemble), and others. Stay tuned for further developments.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Cheer Yourself Up…

posted by on May 12 at 3:40 PM

…by watching this.

Apocalypse Now

posted by on May 12 at 12:29 PM

The end is near.

Latest evidence: Last night’s episode of America’s Next Top Model, which featured the four remaining models on the second week of their visit to South Africa.

The highlight: The girls’ diplomat-guided tour of a prison, where one lucky model was given the key to unlock the ACTUAL CELL that held Nelson Mandela for most of his adult life.

Even better, while in the cell, the models got into an argument, which carried on for the rest of the episode, with Nelson Mandela’s jail cell cast a key point of reference in the endless whine-battles, i.e. “Yeah, but when we were in Nelson Mandela’s jail cell, you called me fat!”

Police Beat’s Seattle Premiere

posted by on May 12 at 10:59 AM

Charles’ film Police Beat premieres at SIFF on June 9. It’s right after work, and it’s right down the street at the Egyptian. Who’s with me?

(Even if you saw the sneak peek last year, this is your chance to see the ending!)

Brooklyn Heights

posted by on May 12 at 10:56 AM

They’re rezoning in Brooklyn, NY & it’s causing the same reactionary uproar as Mayor Nickels’ proposed height upzone for Broadway in Capitol Hill. Read the comments at the end of this article.for a sampling. I can’t stand these bourgeois complainers. They all move to Brooklyn thinking they’re entitled to be heirs to some secret community they’ve discovered. Wrong. Reality is, they’ve created a market by moving there. Now the market and the city are responding. That’s the way it works. If their complaint is that the rezone will ruin the “exotic” character of the neighborhood that they colonized, they’ve only got themselves to blame. Listening to people complain about genitrification when they’re the gentrifiers is irritating.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

“Some of them may die, but people die every day.”

posted by on May 11 at 11:19 AM

For months, Ron Ewart - a rural King County resident and member of the Citizens Alliance for Property Rights, a group of rural citizens that opposes everything from environmental regulations to tent cities for the homeless - has been sending near-daily e-mails to King County council members (and the media). Last week, Ewart sent out a rambling, misspelled, grammatically tortured rant (posted below) about a tent city in Bothell that was approved over the objections of county Republicans. The homeless encampment has become a major issue in Republican David Irons’ campaign against County Exec Ron Sims, who was one of the tent city’s biggest backers.
In his e-mail, Ewart refers to churches (which frequently host tent cities) as “enablers of the worst sort”; suggests that the government “remove the life support” and let the homeless die “on the wet ground”; and, in a mixed metaphor of heroic proportions, claims that “enabling” the homeless by allowing them to sleep on churches’ private property is like “enabling the drinker, or the druggy, or the gambler, because as long as there is a safety net of support, the user will just continue down a destructive path, coming in and out of tent cities and treatment centers for a fair-the-well.  And like all government ‘pig troughs’, if you keep putting feed in the trough, the pigs will come to feed and then produce generation-after-generation of bottom feeders that we have to support.”
Think Ewart’s a lone wacko? Think again: Last month, the CAPR took in a record $16,000 - $12,500 of it from hotshot developers’ lobbyist Jamie Durkan.

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posted by on May 11 at 10:53 AM

Having read my esteemed colleague’s passionate defense of the true nature of the filbuster, how can one not be reminded of this fine episode of the finest television show in the history of the medium? Despite my overarching reservations about television, The West Wing has become something of an obsession for me, thanks to Bravo, where it plays approximately every 15 minutes. Have I seen them all? I have. Do I watch it every time I can? I do. That is all. Thank you, Mr. President.

Faux Filibuster

posted by on May 11 at 10:51 AM

I’m having a hard time getting behind the Democrats on this whole save the “filibuster” cause. It’d be one thing if you actually had to filibuster like Jimmy Stewart. But filibusters don’t work that way anymore. You just need the 41-vote threat of a filibuster. Lame. If Democrats were actually refusing to relinquish the microphone for hours and hours, it would show off their convictions and be a sexier statement. I’d be into defending that. Extreme times should take extreme measures & Priscilla Owen and crew are les extremes. Unfortunately, the Democrats aren’t taking extreme measures. They’re just pretending to. They’re citing a 200-year-old tradition without practicing a 200-year-old tradition. BRING BACK THE REAL FILIBUSTER, and I’d be into saving it!

Best of the Best of the Weekly vs. the Stranger

posted by on May 11 at 10:10 AM

I think it would be extremely and satisfyingly meta (not to mention appropriately narcissistic) if we started running a weekly comparison of the Stranger vs. Weekly comparisons in Seattlest and Seattle Metroblogger every week.

I think that’s a great idea. Frankly, the weekly comparisons at both sites have become lackluster. These days, they’re more a rundown of what’s in which paper, with no gradation of what’s worth reading, or declaration of which paper’s the best for the week. We need to push them into getting back to their roots…and crowning us the champs most weeks!

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

In a soulless mood…

posted by on May 10 at 4:20 PM

“The songs are all by long-dead musicians whose estates probably desperately needed the money. Still, it hurts to see Charlie Parker and Roland Kirk’s names here.”

Maybe they should have called it Birdlesque!

Going for a Thong

posted by on May 10 at 3:30 PM

More proof that you can’t escape burlesque: Verve is about to release a CD titled Tease! The Beat of Burlesque. The copy on the back cover reads: “Hard-honking horns; slinky rhythms; heart-throbbing beats… This soundtrack to the new burlesque is the sound of vintage rhythm & blues, bump-and-grind exotica, and hipster jazz working its magic to uncover hidden desires and soft, sultry curves.” Oh, yeah, baby!

The songs are all by long-dead musicians whose estates probably desperately needed the money. Still, it hurts to see Charlie Parker and Roland Kirk’s names here.

Mega Meta

posted by on May 10 at 2:41 PM

I think it would be extremely and satisfyingly meta (not to mention appropriately narcissistic) if we started running a weekly comparison of the Stranger vs. Weekly comparisons in Seattlest and Seattle Metroblogger every week.

Poem For Michael Jackson

posted by on May 10 at 2:19 PM

Hi everyone. Back when I was first getting acquainted with the cult of die-hard Michael Jackson fans at the start of his criminal trial, I joined a number of true-believer webgroups, from which I still enjoy daily-update emails.

Below is a poem posted today, by one ApacheSundance:

Dear Lord Jesus
Please Hear my Prayer.
I NEED Michael Jackson
To Always Be There.

This Thursday I will turn 47.
Michael is my “piece of heaven”.

When he opens his mouth to sing a song, I forget about stuff in my
own Life that’s gone wrong.

His music helps me carry on each day,
In The things his beautiful songs

Lord, sometimes I too, need One More Chance,
to carry on until the next dance.

Lord, in a way I am selfish,
Don’t you see?

I need Michael Jackson
There, sometimes
Just for Me…….

Later in the postings, we learn of a fan drive to help Michael Jackson maintain ownership of his imperiled-by-personal-debt share of the Beatles catalog: “If each of us will save as much as possible in the next few months, we will be able to help him if he needs us. This is surely a time when we MUST put our money where our mouth is.  Michael The Great has done so much for so many people, it is now time for someone to do something for him.  If he needs financial assistance to keep the catalogs in the hands of a human being (himself), and out of the greedy paws of the dogs (sorry, but that is how I feel), then we could be a great help by contributing just $100 each.”

Start saving!

antoinette perry

posted by on May 10 at 12:30 PM

For those who care about such things, Bart Sher, artistic director of the Intiman, has been nominated for a Tony Award. The show is Light in the Piazza, which started off here and then moved to Chicago and Broadway. Victoria Clark, who was in the Intiman’s production, has also been nominated, as has the musical itself, and the playwright, Craig Lucas. (Secretly, though, I’m rooting for The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. Who doesn’t love a lisping underdog?)

Science Stinks

posted by on May 10 at 9:57 AM

I’m still trying to digest the mindboggling news about phermones reported today. Supposedly, scientists have found that gay men smell like women.I don’t mean they themselves smell like women (well, some do) but that their brains process phermones in the same way. (Considering my last six months of dating, if scent is what determines sexual selection then it’s time to snort bleach.) Inevitably, this story will generate the kind of near sci-fi paranoia among readers of The Advocate that science will try to fix gay men ‘s sense of smell. I’m all for it if that means less cologne.

Poor Gregoire…

posted by on May 10 at 7:36 AM

Check out this prank on her.

Monday, May 9, 2005


posted by on May 9 at 4:56 PM

Speaking of the Rapture (and Gang of Four, really, if we take a tangent to my secret love for the Rapture song “Out of the Races and Onto the Tracks”), some of my coworkers may know (and disapprove) of my passion for natural disasters. For those of us who can appreciate a little hell on earth, however, I submit the following United States Geological Survey publication, which puts some numbers and percents to the seething mountains us PacNWesterners choose to live among. Washington State has SEVEN volcanoes, and FOUR of them are rated “very high,” threat level-wise. That’s a very high mean volcano/nice volcano ratio.

Hallelujah, It’s Raining Frogs!

posted by on May 9 at 2:26 PM

I asked myself and I asked myself, and then I finally decided: this is not a joke. After spending the last few days in the company of Jesuit college students in SoCal, I’m not convinced the nice people at aren’t onto something. Something wonderful.

Gang of…

posted by on May 9 at 11:59 AM

Also at Gang of Four at the Showbox…Soundgarden guitarist Kim Thayil. Having never seen Soundgarden live, I instead have to be satisfied with making note of his occasional appearances at various shows.


posted by on May 9 at 10:34 AM

At Gang of Four’s phenomenal performance Friday night at Showbox (which lived up to my hyperbole about the band), some aging fan right behind me engaged in perhaps the most inappropriate crowd response in… a very long time. In the bleak, sparse “Paralysed,” Andy Gill croaked, “My ambitions come to nothing.” During the long pause that preceded the next line, aging fan shouted, “YEAH!” while pumping his fist. I doubt he noticed the irony.