Just when you thought that college campuses would be unable to handle any more scourges to their populations, with meningitis and date-rape rampant, a new scourge has reared its ugly head: severe, humorless sobriety.
Punk Rock Ist...Tot?
Get Out Sunday: The Hold Steady & Art Brut
This Sunday, they return to Seattle for the fourth time (they most recently played Bumbershoot), with the Hold Steady at the HUB Ballroom at the UW. Art Brut's newest effort singles like "Modern Art" and "Bad Weekend," but it still delivers some memorable songs like "Direct Hit" and "Nag, Nag, Nag, Nag."
Oh Sasquatch, You're Just So Beastly
We saw it first in this month's Seattle Sound magazine, but then we misplaced it somewhere, so we grabbed the current Stranger and -- ah, there they are: The stage times for all the performers at this weekend's Sasquatch Festival along with the inevitable, unavoidable conflicts that occur at all festivals. They did a pretty good job of staggering the times, but there are still some "What do we do?!" moments.
Sasquatch Line Up Results in Creamed Panties
Last year's Sasquatch line up was good, but not good enough to get us to spend three days at the Gorge. We still prefer the festival in its one-day, all-in-one-fell-swoop form, but with the lineup that's been announced for this year's two-day fest, we may just have to make the trip. Out of the two days, it was Saturday that really made us coo. Bjork *and* Arcade Fire? Consider us sold. There are still bands to be announced, but here's how things stand as of right now:
Oh, To Be At A Hold Steady Show Forever
Everyone's got an internal editor, right? He stands around and prevents you from saying things that are out of character for you. He's kind of a wet blanket sometimes, but usually you're glad he's there. Everyone's internal editor is different, though, and different people's editors let different stuff through the filter. When we walked into the Crocodile on Saturday night the guy on stage was saying something like "Some people are into shit, some people are into piss, some people are into hanging from the rafters and jacking off." He was in the mold of the aging punk guy who'd long ago slapped his internal editor into submission, obviously. When the second band Sean Na Na was berating the audience for not cheering loud enough for a "make some noise if you think Sean Na Na is fucking awesome" call, we noticed his internal editor asleep on a stool next to him on the stage.

