Here at Seattlest we aren’t afraid to venture out of Seattle proper, which is exactly what we’re doing this weekend. Saturday night we’re heading to Everett, our white-collar sibling city to the north, to witness local heavy metal group Midnight Idöls. We first saw these local rockers at the West Seattle Summer Fest earlier this year where they opened for Hell’s Belles. Not only did they leave us deaf for three days, they also drew noise complaints from the nearby nursing home. So basically, it was fantastic. They had kids and their own parents throwing around their hair and devil horns by the second song.
Preview: Midnight Idöls
Get Out Tonight: Heavy Metal in Baghdad at Harvard Exit
Face it, folks: it's fall in Seattle, and along with cooler nights, leaves changing color, and the beginning of football season, fall also marks the annual Scion independent film series. Yes, it's corporate-sponsored lifestyle marketing aimed at the hip youth demographic, and yes, they just want the kids to buy their damn cars, but we're willing to shill for it when 1) it's free and 2) the films shown are actually worth seeing. The series kicks off tonight with Heavy Metal in Baghdad, the first full-length film made by the good people at Vice:
Get Out: Radiohole's Fluke @ On the Boards
Ostensibly an adaptation of presents itself as a comic yet troubling exploration of madness and obsession. The sole female performer (Maggie Hoffman) enters the stage, with stunningly coiffured hair, clambers up a rope ladder, straps herself to the rigging so that she can dangle forward like the figurehead on a ship, and then delivers a weather report into a microphone. Within seconds, her voice quiets to barely audible whisper, swirling about the theatre, a seamless chain of meteorological observations and nautical coordinates delivered in hushed monotone. hissing from the microphone; then, in full voice, the declaration: "You're the only one who can't hear it."
All The News
--Someone fired a gun six blocks from Gov. Gregoire today in Tacoma. There are also reports of gunshots in downtown Seattle today and Seattlest is 90% sure we saw Gregoire in Seattle at 5th and Virginia at noon. 90%. We thought about introducing ourselves or ripping off a few rounds to mark the occasion, but didn't.
Upon This Tidal Wave of Young Blood
Last night the Showbox may have been ripe with B.O., but it was not nearly as crowded as we were expecting for the first of Clap Your Hands Say Yeah's two sold-out shows. Tuesday's event was all-ages, so there Seattlest was, on the floor, amongst the kids. The energetic crowd was a broad swath of CYHSY fans, but overall very unhipsterly---this is most certainly a good thing. There were still some belts over tunics and leggings present, but also some untucked button-down shirts, and at least two *shudder* backwards baseball caps (at least they weren't white).
Silent Quiltcidity
Yep, it's First Thursday again. So when you're hanging out in Pioneer Square this evening, going from gallery to gallery, trying to determine who has the best art (and, more importantly, the best free wine), you might want to stop by All City Coffee for a bit. Because they are currently displaying some truly awesome quilts, and for the first time ever, that's not a contradiction in terms.
Seattlest Interview: VALTRON 3000, Rat City Rollergirl
VALTRON 3000 is co-captain of Throttle Rockets, one of the four teams in Rat City Rollergirls.
Olympic Curling Wrapup
As with any other Winter Olympiad, perennial favorites took most of the focus. Figure skating (at least the falls were funny), speed skating (had its moments), and the skiing events (*yawn*) received the bulk of NBC's melodramatic coverage, but this year could prove to be the breakout year for Seattlest obsession curling, just added to the Olympic roster in 1998. With the help of some nudity (and some unprecedented US success), the sport managed to break free of the late-night coverage ghetto and have some time in the spotlight.
SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY!!!
Long intrigued by those screaming TV ads, we finally attended our first monster truck show two days ago (um, SUNDAY!!!) at the Tacoma Dome.
Goodbye Bad JuJu, Hello Neumo’s
Seattlest’s favorite Capitol Hill bar the Bad JuJu Lounge will soon leave its current location on 11th Ave and fold in to its sister venue Neumo’s as Marcus Charles, owner of both establishments, makes the probably prudent move of consolidating his no-doubt expensive empire (props to trusty bar keep Jeff for filling us in on the details). The Bad JuJu’s scary, Klingon-weapon-looking metal sculptures, once perilously placed above the heads of patrons, are already, as of last Friday, gone from their pillars, and Seattlest’s team of investigative reporters has so far failed to confirm the fate of the resident boa constrictor permanently on display in the aquarium behind the bar.

