If you haven't voted yet today, what the hell are you waiting for? But just in case you need a little musical enticement to get you to the polling place and/or post office, the lovely and talented Three Imaginary Girls have put together an Election Day podcast. Featuring a smattering of Northwest/indie/pop bands, including Damien Jurado, A Gun that Shoots Knives, and (the so appropriate) These United States, the Girls encourage you to download the podcast and take it to the polls. Even better? TIG will have a new weekly podcast from now till the end of the year. You know that's one Election Day promise that will be kept.
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Word Magazine's readers have been creating a map detailing where iconic album cover photos were taken. So far, there are three listed in the Seattle area: Damien Jurado's Waters Ave. S., taken at Waters Ave. S.; Mudhoney's Superfuzz Bigmuff, taken at 207 First Ave. in Pioneer Square; and (of course) Sir Mix-A-Lot's "Posse on Broadway," taken at the NE corner of John and Broadway. (The definition of "album" is a loose one, obviously.) That's a good start, but there must be a lot missing. Was the cover for the Singles soundtrack shot locally? Sleater-Kinney's The Hot Rock (or was that PDX)? Do us a favor: Check out the map, then add a cover or two to our little spot on the globe.
Tonight's the all-ages Red Bull Big Tune Battle at Neumo's. It's a big hiphop competition (twelve producers are picked to compete, whittled down from the eighty who applied from all over the Northwest and even northern California), and the regional showdown for one of the only legit national beat battles. This year's featured guests are Detroit's Black Milk and Elzhi.
As ChrisB of Three Imaginary Girls points out, losing your job sucks. Losing a job that meant a lot to you sucks more. And losing all that during the holidays? Well that just blows a goat.
Damien Jurado did that thing he does at Neumos last night. We always felt like this kind of stuff would make for perfect incidental music for the slow motion epiphany moment in movies where the hated-on underdog character finally realizes that he is in fact a bad ass, and then savors in slow motion the anticipation of imminent ass kicking - but maybe we're just projecting. There exists enough of a soft spot in the collective Seattlest black heart of hate for this music that we can enjoy snide smack downs like this, and even agree somewhat with hate like this - "But if you'd spent your entire musical career trawling the same highway, always stuck between gears, you'd be tired, too... wallowing, as ever, in romantic stagnancy..." and yet still continue to appreciate the man's work without our tastes feeling threatened in the least. Anyway, the show was basically good, with a more dreamy and contemplative sound than most of the live music we usually see.
Wednesday 25th
Okay, okay, we know that this year’s Bumbershoot lineup will leave you wondering what year it is, since we wouldn’t really call most of the acts especially current or relevant, but there are some things worth checking out.
Sometimes after a hard week at work, we turn on some Iron & Wine or Simon & Garfunkel and kick up our feet. Other weeks, we like to crank the Loverboy's "Everybody's Working for the Weekend" and RAWK.

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