Results tagged “hipsters”

It’s premature to judge the latest incarnation of the famed Second Avenue venue from one loud night there...but we will anyways. Pleasantly, there were less hipster types this time around, but then again Friday night’s sound wasn’t boring indie pop, so the rock may have scared some away.

• Joining us for the first time in our Round-Up is Lake City Live, with a request for more and better coffee in their area. It's true--we drove around in Lake City a few days ago and all we found were Jack In The Boxes and car dealerships. No Vivace branches to be found.
• Someone on Seattle Livejournal was summoned for jury duty to two different courts for dates within two weeks of each other. What to do, what to do? Seattlest will take one of those summons off your hands, as we've been wanting to serve for years now and have remained un-beckoned by the law.
• It's just about that time for an Amanda Knox post, and West Seattle Blog kindly obliges with an archived video of a King5 interview with Amanda's sisters.

• West Seattle Blog has the "final, FINAL" numbers on usage of the Elliott Bay Water Taxi. Our West Seattle compatriots promise these aren't fake final numbers and that they are larger than the previous final/unofficial numbers.
• We've always wondered how they built the Space Needle and Vintage Seattle has given us the answer, posting some truly jaw-dropping photos of the construction of The Needle.
• We don't know whether to laugh loudly or shake our heads and cry about the latest local blog--Capitol Hillebrities. Like the egos of Capitol Hill hipsters aren't big enough on they're own. Still, it was only a matter of time before someone started taking party photos on The Hill....apparently that time has come.

• Whatever Hillku is eating for breakfast or spiking their drink with, it is working! The home of neighborhood haiku is on fire lately. Yesterday's inspiration: the conundrum of sitting solo at Victrola.
• Like everyone else who watched last night's debate, Slog is wondering about Joe Plumber.
• Just what Seattle needs: another Thai restaurant. The latest place for you to order your bi-weekly phad thai is Tangerine Thai on Phinney Ridge.

We don't mean to steal Mary's thunder; however, her photograph moved us to write down some of the thoughts we've been having about the Ballard Denny's closure. We knew it was coming; however, just like the presence of vampires in Sunnydale, we didn't actually want to think about it. The light, the clouds, the darkness of the trees, and the Shell sign way in the distance all punctuate the loneliness of the now-derelict sign.

Remember a few years back when "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots" came out and the Flaming Lips were suddenly everywhere? Mitsubishi started using "Do You Realize" to hawk their cars and Justin Timberlake was dressing up in a dolphin suit and jumping on stage during Lips shows? For a few glorious moments the hipsters and frat boys were humming the same tune, and no one seemed to mind.

The past two days, contributors Jeremy "The Seattle Samurai" Barker and Katie "The Kalama Quickdraw" Tiehen debated the age-old question of whether Seattle or Portland is better.

Lottie's Lounge, located in Colombia City, is a coffee shop, diner and bar, rolled into one. It's an experiential panacea for those who like to center their lives around one neighborhood joint-- not that Colombia City doesn't already have a lot going on. Lottie's is smack dab in the middle of a re-gentrifying neighborhood, filled with junk stores, boutiques, dive bars and...Starbucks.

Seattlest arrived on scene soon after the Capitol Hill Block Party had opened. We wandered, checked out the stage locations and thought about getting a beer, then spotted a booth touting free bottled water. It looked like the booth had something to do with praying to the Earth Spirits or some other new wave white hippy crap, but we decided to take our chances. We asked for a water and oddly enough their were no questions asked of Seattlest, no "Is your spirit at peace with the world?" or "Do you ever cry for Mother Nature?" We did, however, get thoroughly eye-fucked by our water purveyor. We told him thank you, took a mental bath and off we went to hear some music. (And before you reactionaries out there start accusing us of homophobia, get over yourselves. We're not talking about getting "checked out." We're talking about a look that said, Right now, in my mind, I'm eating spaghetti off of your chest.)

This is a big weekend due to the Esurance® Capitol Hill Block Party alone. Tickets are not sold out yet; if nothing else, just by 'em at the door. But what to do if you want to avoid the Hill and the confluence of all those hipsters?

Seattle piano player Howard Bulson passed away on Monday after a short illness. For nearly 40 years Howard accompanied singers good and awful at a laundry list of defunct Seattle institutions. A while back Seattlest contributor Don Rauf interviewed Bulson for the site and had this to say today:

Spring appears to have, er, sprung, at least temporarily, in most of the Ist-A-Verse, so naturally, we're all feeling pretty good. (Yes, we know that spring doesn't start till later this month. Just let us enjoy our weather!) And that makes us that much more eager to share all of the nifty things we're up to...

As the world holds it's breath, teetering precariously on the cusp of the Super Bowl (well, at least in America), the wheels of the -ists keep on turning.

We wanted to get behind the direct action against Mars Hill because we too believe that Mark Driscoll is a woman-hating weirdo and it annoys us that he has such a huge congregation that seems to consider itself so punk rock. We kind of doubt that that they're particularly ill-informed on the issue of their pastor's attitudes towards women (uh, doesn't he speak directly to them every week?), but there's a chance that there are some hipsters in that crowd that legitimately don't know what's going on (always a safe assumption of hipsters) and if we can help get some people together to raise awareness of the brand of Christianity that's being practiced at Mars Hill, great.

If the 7,500 seat indoor rodeo arena that a group of businessmen in Centralia are proposing gets built, Seattlest will be there on opening day, ringside, or, uh, whatever you call it at a rodeo. They want public money - We'll gladly pay it (screw you Sonics). We could be way wrong on this, but in Seattlest's mind a 7,500 rodeo arena doesn't contain any luxury boxes. It's all bleachers, right? Let's not pretend that b-ball in Seattle is at all "urban" (and things would have been particularly dire if Key Arena got renovated and ticket prices shot up). You cannot deny that rodeo is as country as agriculture, ranching, property rights initiatives, cultural conservatism... Alright, fuck those last few, but rodeo is Good Country. Like the Fair, which we are going to this weekend.

When we lived in Los Angeles, we would spend our Saturday evenings in a small theatre watching two shows of "Beer, Shark, Mice" with, among others, the janitor on Scrubs and Champ Kind. Yeah, that show was really funny, but nothing compared to what would follow—Asssscat. We'll say it again because we don’t even give a flying fudge, Asssscat.

By most accounts Starbucks is a great place to work. The money's ok and there's the possibility of medical benefits, which is sadly unheard of at any other service industry employer not named Dick's Drive In, so there is a strong temptation to ignore it when news of Starbucks employees unionizing comes around.

The fourth annual KEXP BBQ took place on a day that couldn't have been much prettier. Not a cloud in the sky, so Seattlest was diligent about applying tons o' sunblock and sticking to the shade. This year, the event was all ages, meaning that the area in front of the stage was divided into drunk and sober sections, and the audience featured a lot of cute wittle babies. We witnessed a grand total of four breast-feeding sessions, which we found to be unnatural and borderline obscene.

that we want to kill anyone and everyone that makes a "something on a something" joke. But then we realized that there was no way we could ever win this fight, and, hell, if you can't beat them, we might as well join them. And with that, you have the theme of this weeks' Gothamist network post.

Not cool, Willamette Week. Not cool. This week one of Portland's alt-weeklies published a story about what an environmental nightmare scooters are. We know two-strokes are bad, WW. We don't need to be clobbered over the head with this kind of article.

As avid folk music connoisseurs, we’ve done our time in various Unitarian churches listening to obscure out-of-towners mouth off about Bush in the nicest possible (read: no cursing) sort of way. But for the past couple of years, a small venue on Capitol Hill has been integrating The Lord with great music and free coffee on a whole different level.

LAist is flashing a sad peace out to their editor Carolyn Kellogg with one hand and bumping knuckles with their new head typist L.A. blogger king Tony Pierce with the other.

LAist has so much fun this week! They go to E3, where they overhear the timeless remark "Man, this is where nerdy girls get laid." Is that a promise? They also give us this week's best CDs and make us realize that LA is the best place to use Zillow.

We're back in Seattle proper for our final installment, a look at two very different facilities...

There was *a lot* going on last weekend, what with the game itself and all other Superbowl-related activities. This weekend, not so much. So if you don't have anything planned for tonight (besides four episodes of Arrested Development), you could always drop by Chop Suey for a free show featuring The Divorce and Wolfmother. Expect a lotta hipsters, as both DJ Franki Chan and The Cobra Snake will be on hand. OMG, I can't wait for all the postmortem pics of terrible 80's fashion, coupled with Sparks tongue and girls trying real hard to look fierce.

Rather than start with some treatise on the importance of pop music, we'll just say that this post is about a show that should be a very good time. You should go. Many others will be doing so, and while the hipster quotient will be high, the fun to be had should outweigh that (partly from the enjoyment of making fun of said hipsters).

Despite the warnings that the smoking ban would ensure anarchy and despair on the nightlife front, instead smoking has strengthened its role as a social lubricant. A new brand of comradery is being forged nightly as smokers go outside for their nicotine fix. This isn't all that surprising, since people are social creatures, not unlike the uber-cute momonga. Not to be too Fremont-hippie about this, but we crave company and need one another, knowing we can get more done together than we can alone.

Do you remember the nineties, when electronic music was hailed as the "next big thing?" MTV had its show Amp, which showed nothing but videos from electronic artists (some of them absolutely amazing). The rave scene was in full swing, and glowstick shares were trading up. Of course it couldn't last, and it didn't.

Okay, okay, you have empathy fatigue or some bullshit like that and you don't want to even hear it anymore. You gave! We know! Don't even mention the word "benefit" in your presence or you're likely to go off on some compassionate conservative rant right here. So, we won't. We won't say that Guilty Pleasures at the Sunset tonight is a benefit.