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Philly rapper Freeway at Chop Suey on Saturday: gruff, powerful, in control. Prodigious beard. His set was a pleasure to behold, with thick, thumping, meaty beats over which his growl sounded just right. Such sparkly bling, too! Our only complaints are that he cut off "It's Over" way too early and there were a couple too many a capellas, but the man can keep filthily perfect time and impresses regardless of the beat behind him. Freeway's a professional, plain and simple, and we hope he returns to Seattle now that he knows we'll show him love,Sportn' Life family style. (Who caught his rap session with JFK after the show? Put details in the comments!)

Why can't Seattle get a bike-sharing program of our own, a la Washington, D.C.'s new "SmartBike DC"? Our city has a dedicated (at times, frighteningly dedicated) cadre of bicyclists who will shoot down objections that Seattle's just not bike-friendly. If we can embrace Zipcar, as undoubtedly Seattle has, we should be able to get a "SmartBike Seattle" program up and running successfully in no time.

Saigon descended upon Neumos Wednesday night in true East Coast style, backed by three hype-men, two photographers, one DJ, and for awhile two dancing "homegirls". (Yes, his shirt did come off for a brief moment, and we did get to see those famous bulging arm muscles.) A sparse but expectant crowd watched as the New York rapper and his posse blew through an aggressive set that included the extra-tight club favorite "C'mon Baby" dropped at the stroke of midnight, and "My Favorite Things," a funny exercise in calculated OG optimism.

Wild speculation surrounding the possibility of Radiohead playing somewhere in Washington sometime in the next year has got us pissing ourselves with excitement. The P-I A P-I reader blog called Ear Candy** thinks they might headline the Sasquatch Festival at the end of May with REM and The Cure but our sources are suggesting the band will embark on a West Coast run after their European summer tour ends. As of right now, the only guaranteed U.S. shows are a handful of random gigs in the South--kicking off in West Palm Beach, Florida, on Cinco De Mayo of all times and places. After all, nothing pairs quite like cheap tequila and sophisticated Brit rock.

Chris Walla is best known for being the guitarist in Death Cab for Cutie. Or he's known as a producer for Tegan & Sara and the Decemberists. Or maybe you heard about the little incident he had with Homeland Security confiscating his computer last fall. Now Walla's got another reason for notability: his first solo album, Field Manual, out today on Barsuk Records. Singer-songwriter stuff ain't exactly our bag, but Walla's smooth delivery ensures that even the more overtly political songs go down easy. Above is the video for first single "Sing Again," which was filmed in Portland and features about 9,000 cameos from Walla's friends/other Northwest artists. Betcha can't name 'em all!

Sometimes we just want a slice of pizza. Not a pie. Not a square. Not a round. We’re talking a slice – one that you can grab with a hand, fold inward, and then tilt downward to watch the grease drip to the paper plate before you take that precious first bite

Tonight and tomorrow, it's your last chance to see one of the year's best-reviewed documentaries at the Grand Illusion. King Corn follows two friends who move from the East Coast to the Iowa heartland to raise an acre of the highly-subsidized titular crop and follow it through the "corn industrial complex." It ain't pretty, but the film helpfully points out the extent to which corn is a part of the average American (and the average American cow's) diet, whether or not you realize you're eating it. Goodbye, wholesome summer meals and hellooooo, high-fructose corn syrup and obesity! Good thing that the protagonists and director provide the awful truth with a wink and a sense of humor, a la Super Size Me.

Well! Seattlest lives for weekends like the upcoming one. On Saturday night, we've got Seatown representing rather well at Chop Suey. Assisting North Carolina all-star Little Brother in making the night oh-so-memorable are 206's tough-spitting Dyme Def, rhyme maestro Grynch, The Physics (thank you, God!), and DJ Top Spin. That's right, mutha-flippin Grynch will be there. Seattlest is going because we missed The Physics a couple weeks ago and truly regret that. We are also going because we have heard too much about Grynch to have never heard him live. Who IS this very white guy who throws it down like that? Check out "How I Feel" on his MySpace. We like!

Out and about in Belltown, we espy a hand-lettered chalkboard in the window of Bambino's, promising "New York Style" sandwiches, including our favorite, beef tongue.

Seattlest took a little trip to the Oregon coast recently. We experienced two opposing points of the coastal experience within several miles of each other. True to its name, the city of Seaside is the archetypal replete with an arcade, candy stores, cheesy tourist shops, and snooty beach-fronting hotels that will be the first to go when the tsunami hits. One would think that this is the place one would find litter on the beach. Not true, Strawman! Seaside's beach was as free of junk as the coffee at Pig 'N Pancake was free of flavor.

Maybe it's because we're from the East Coast, but we're firm believers that there's some sort of force field around the West Coast, keeping all the singer/songwriters from becoming world famous and conquering the planet in the same way that eastern folksingers like Dar Williams and the Indigo Girls have.

Which of the following will you not hear on a Mariners television broadcast this season:

Welcome to the new Seattlest! Same as the old Seattlest, of course, but a little less green with some more leg room. It kind of feels like...do you remember that Seinfeld where Kramer is on stage at the Laff Factory repaints the lanes on the segment of highway he adopted? Yeah, it's so luxurious. If you see some weird image formatting or maybe Seattlest contributors going off on long, seemingly-pointless diatribes that's just us swerving back and forth, getting a feel for our new extra-wide lanes. Right now we're kind of in the dark as to exactly how much swerve room we even have. Previously, full-width images were 512 pixels wide. Now? Who knows! There's nothing over there on the right constricting us. We could make 'em 1512 pixels wide. It's like America in the early days, except reversed. Our established East Coast is over there on the left; Boston, New York, our category links and advertisements. On the right is the Western wilderness; massive pictures, senseless links, open spaces. Seattle lives over there, on the west/right. And that's where we'll hang out.

Garlic Gulch, that's what Belltown's Fourth Avenue has turned into, between downtown and Denny Way. At the north end, the venerable Zeek's appears to take intergalactic orders for traditional, predictable, topping-heavy slices. Bambino, a block away on Cedar, styles itself as "East Coast Pizza," whatever that means (thin crust, light toppings, one assumes). Given the flap over Domino's so-called Brooklyn-Style Pizza, probably not a great idea. Ordered a Tropicale (east-coast-speak for Hawaiian); despite 575-degree, wood-fired oven, pizza was limp, soggy; application of freshly-grated Parmesan no help.

We rifled through Sunday's New York Times Arts Section cover piece about Starbucks thinking that if we looked hard and fast enough we'd find a punchline in there somewhere. When it turned out that no punchline was forthcoming we wrote it off to some kind of East Coast joke that was over our heads. Not even Gawker made any mention of the article so it couldn't have been legit and, well, we've spent thirty two years learning that just because Seattlest doesn't get a joke doesn't mean there's no joke there.

On this date in 1918, the worldwide flu pandemic hit Seattle, as 700 cases were reported among the sailors at the University of Washington Naval Training Center on Lake Union. The disease primarily struck those between 20 and 35.

Seattlest finds the fact that a team of rowers from the Northwest have almost completed a trans-Atlantic crossing very cool, despite a couple of things, but first, it's cool. It seems like a truly difficult endeavor and the bigness of the Atlantic (big waves, big distance, big cold, etc) and the smallness of a rowable boat are somehow attractive to us. It does smell a little like rich guys ballooning around the world in search of faux adventure at any price, but the guys aren't rich and they had to raise a lot of money to get their boat from the Sound to the East Coast. And the lack of technology is also double-sided: It's cool, yeah, that the strength of their biceps is propelling them across such a large body of water, but at the same time...it's a pretty large artificial handicap. We have engines now, or, if that's too high tech for you, sails. You can't get much more basic then rowing unless you want to Thor Heyerdahl it and depend only on buoyancy and the currents.

Our little ditty against the Statuette of Liberty drew some comments from Dan Savage yesterday:

While exiled on the East Coast, we relied on the Internet for Mariner coverage. And we learned something surprising. The local paper that covers the Seattle Mariners best is the Tacoma News Tribune.

In a clear case of East Coast bias among national basketball writers, the University of Washington did not acheive top 25 status in the latest AP women's basketball poll, despite having beaten #23 Utah and #14 Stanford.

What is it about the organic foods co-op that they so often invite the socially challenged to helm their cash registers? The following experience may not make it on the "most annoying sales clerks quotes" list, but only because the annoyance was too prolonged and crazy to sum up with a single quote.

Last week we mentioned the crazy dreamers over in Bremerton that are building an elevator into the sky when one of their spinoff companies announced a new East Coast factory. LiftPort Nanotech Inc., specifically, will be manufacturing carbon nanotubes for use in plastics, glass and space elevators.

Who are the 11:30pm girls?