Results tagged “concert”

MONDAY WITH KID CHARLEMANE: Steely Dan tends to fall off the radar now and again. Their smooth, soft and hypnotic melodies can distract you from remembering how incredibly awesome they are. Technically you can miss them tonight, since they're playing again tomorrow, but why play with fire?

Zipcar just emailed us about their activities and festivities planned for this Saturday. The day begins with do-gooding: after assembling at Cal Anderson Park at 12:30 p.m., they're going to pick up litter on East Pine Street from 1-3. Then it's back to the park for the rest of the "Sounds Outside" concert, complete with Zipcar picnic snacks, park games, and special treats like driving credit for all members. (As per usual, if you recruit someone impressionable to the Zipcar agenda, you get extra credit.) If you want to help out, RSVP to cleanseattle (at) zipcar.com. Here's the full Sounds Outside lineup: 1:00 p.m. Figeater; 2:30 p.m. Industrial Jazz Group; 4:00 p.m. Greg Sinibaldi; 5:30 p.m. Syncopated Taint Horn Quartet; 7:00 p.m. Bert Wilson.

Chamber music. Even the name loses you, doesn't it? Music for chambers? Why, it makes no sense! That said, Seattle is rich in terrific musicians who like to play music in small groups. The naming problem isn't really their fault, but it's hard to get people to try them out in a concert hall. Even classical music lovers feel like they get more music, on a per musician basis, at a symphony performance. It's simple economics.

Loud, fast poppy garage-punk (or is it punky garage-pop?) drum and guitar backing a gorgeous voice that sounds like it's coming from someone trapped within your walls. What's not to love?

back in 1993, music was, well, pretty much where it is now: A boys' playground of aggressive, booze- and drug-addled hyper-aggressive music, a scene that women fit into either by imitating the boys or by settling for the marginal spaces reserved for women, whether that was soul-searching singer-songwriter strumming an acoustic guitar, or tramped-out pop vixen delivering sugary three-minute radio singles. Into this toxic mix of misogyny, Liz Phair dumped an epic, brilliant 18-song LP that, even it hasn't changed the world, stands the test of time as having expanded the language in which a woman could communicate.

"Thee Emergency" by Josh of Sound on the Sound

We clued you in to this last October, but now it's official: Sub Pop Records is celebrating its 20-year existence with a three-day comedy and music festival July 11-13. And the (initial) lineup, though weighted more heavily in the hipster-ish now, features a few super acts from the label's big then.

Clearly we are big fans of The Cribs. The Brit-rock trio put out a great album last year, Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever, featuring the barreling title track (above). The band is a family affair--twins Ryan and Gary Jarman on guitar, bass, and vocals and baby brother Ross on drums--with the result being a sharp (and often sexy) mix of post-punk and edgy, precise pop.

Man, this Folk Alliance conference has been total insanity. Last night, the wait for the only four elevators going to the top floors of the hotel (where all the artists showcase) reminded us of waiting for the subway in New York on the 4th of July. Good luck.

For a Presidential candidate—especially one who has recently surged in the polls—Barack Obama is kinda a rock star. So it makes sense that he'd host his latest Seattle appearance at a rock club. The Seattle Generation Obama Concert takes place Tuesday night at the Showbox SoDo. Obama will be there, doing his campaigning thing, along with special musical guests the Dusty 45s and (the still-reunited) Brad. Since Obama and company are going after the...

Inspired by a random iPod event at Seattlest's Thanksgiving, a friend lamented the early death of John Denver and then launched into a diatribe about how he didn't pull a Kennedy; that is, Denver wasn't a dilettante pilot. He went on to explain that Denver was an experienced pilot who owned many planes and flew often. He died, our friend claimed, when one of the fuel tanks in the experimental plane he was flying...

You begin to see why a girlfriend might leave him. "And how in the world did you come / to be such a lazy love?" he sings with Cat Stevens' flair for passing judgment, or pleads for time with a barbed hook on the line: " Maybe if you slowed down for me / I could see you're only telling / lies, lies, lies."

Ballet Imperial: it's tutus and tights and corps-de-ballet clockwork, but Balanchine's choreography is nothing to sneeze at. Maybe just that one scissor-kicky thing we secretly call "the Snoopy Dance," and therefore have trouble taking seriously. Otherwise, if the dancers were wearing skis, it'd be a black diamond run. This one shows up in the All Balanchine program that starts this weekend.

There are not enough hours in the day. Just. Not. Enough. If we weren't already going to the New Pornographers show tonight, we'd likely be found at the Ten Tiny Dances performance at CHAC (7:30pm, $15). If you haven't seen it before, the idea is there's a 4' x 4' platform that the dancers have to (more or less) stay on for their performance, like when we were kids and the floor was lava. Lava!

All across the Ist-A-Verse (or at least the American parts thereof), writers and editors are in the midst of enjoying their three-day weekend. But after the week we've all had, we feel like the break is not only needed, but deserved. Just look at everything we've been doing!

Apparently, there's some other annual festival this weekend besides Sasquatch. That's right, Memorial Day also hearkens the return of Folklife, Seattle's hippiest fest, held every year at Seattle Center. Local singer-songwriter/friend of Seattlest Ali Marcus will be playing the festival (Sunday, 4pm at Cafe Impromptu in McCaw Hall), so we turned to her for an expert opinion on what's worth your time this weekend, besides hackysack and drum circle. Seattlest Kim's already given you her picks, but if you're looking for a few more options this weekend, Ali's selections are listed below.

Since we liked Part I, we've locked like a laser onto Part II of Beethoven & Friends. This time it's personal.

Tuesday, January 9

MUSIC: Featuring a global cavalcade of musical talent—The Strauss Symphony of America, The Vancouver Opera Orchestra, Viennese conductor Johannes Wildner, Budapestian soprano Lívia Galambos and Viennese tenor Neal von Osten—Salute to Vienna is the only official recreation of Vienna’s famous annual New Year’s Concert. Get ready for 2007 with songs, waltzes, polkas, and marches from great Viennese composers, including Strauss, Franz Lehár and Emerich Kálmán.

SPORTS: Garfield vs. Franklin basketball is the best sports rivalry in the city. Only happens twice a year. There's bands, guys trying desperately to impress their friends in the stands, and usually a cheerleader battle or two. This is as close to Duke-UNC as we have in this state. NOTE: Bring a sweater, the gym will be COLD.

Now that it officially feels like spring, it's time to start thinking about summer, and more specifically, the summer concert season. While the Bumbershoot lineup has been partially announced, and Sasquatch is right around the corner, there's a whole bunch of big shows going on sale this weekend. Cast your eyes upon their collective majesty:

Wanna see Pretty Girls Make Graves for free? Our good friends at Filter Magazine, along with the Honda Fit, can make that happen.

There is nothing in Wallingford. When you tell someone you live in Wallingford their eyes immediately lose focus as they cast about inside their head for any point of reference. Usually they don’t come back without another prompt: "Uh, Gasworks Park?" "Oh, I thought that was in Fremont."