Outside Key Arena last night, there were a few religious protesters with big signs urging passersby to repent of their evil ways, but inside the venue was a packed house eager to see The Police for their first tour in twenty years. The crowd definitely skewed older (and drunker), kinda like your parents at Oktoberfest, and the stage was sparsely set for the band's three solitary figures. As always, Sting was in one of his sleeveless t-shirts that rode up in the back, all the better to show off how well he's aged, thanks to approximately nine thousand hours of yoga a day. The show kicked off with "Message in a Bottle," complete with a greeting of "Hey Seattle, how ya doing?" to which the crowd, on its feet, responded enthusiastically: "OH MY GOD, STING IS TALKING TO ME AND HE KNOWS THE NAME OF THE CITY IN WHICH I LIVE!" more ›

Thirty years after the release of their first single (“Fall Out”), The Police are playing live again. And they’re still “unbelievably lame.” Hey, don’t get pissed at us—that’s 54 year-old drummer Stewart Copeland’s opinion. more ›

We used to be with the rest of our snobby generation: thinking bluegrass festivals were for our grandparents, sitting on their lawn chairs with their farmer tans blaring and their bad old-people dancing. But no more, nosirree. Not when there are hotties like the Infamous Stringdusters, the Greencards, and Chris Thile pouring into Tacoma, of all godforsaken places, this weekend for Wintergrass more ›

*YouTube: Mama Your Boys Will Find a Home more ›

As it should be, it's quiet this week in Seattle, but that doesn't mean there's nothing to do -- especially the closer we get to New Year's Eve. So without further ado, Seattlest's belated gift to you -- some shows: more ›

Somehow the word "ecosexual" escaped our vocabulary until yesterday. Maybe we were too busy dunking our lexicon into industrial solvents in an attempt to cleanse it of the "metronatural" fiasco to notice any new variations (actually we didn't see what the big deal was about metronatural. shhh!). The word ecosexual refers to someone who selects dating partners based on their green credentials. The fact that such people exist and that there's a preponderance of them living in Seattle is news to no one. Do you think so many Priuses are on the streets here because they get such great gas mileage, or because they come equipped with a tractor beam for Earth-minded hotties? more ›

Why go to the clubs when there are many hotties working at local business establishments? We've culled Craig's List, the Stranger I Saw U, and local blogs to determine where you, the reader, can find hotties without paying a cover. more ›

Saturday night [Ed. note: "S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night! S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!"] the mood came over us to see some Parisian-style hoofing, so we trundled ourselves downtown to the new-ish nightspot the Can Can. Serving a Med-Italian menu and featuring decor "reminiscent" of turn-of-the-19th-century Paris (or reminiscent of a kitschy 1970s movie reminiscent of turn-of-the-19th-century Paris), the draw is a troupe of Cornish ballet dancers who alternate between waiting on tables and shaking their ruched and frilled booty with gleeful delight. Called the Contábellas -- a name we deduce means "a bunch of bendy hotties in corsets" -- they're led by Sarah and Marisa Glesk. more ›

Love has bloomed over at the P-I in the form of the most fawning, adoring, lengthy profile we've ever read. more ›

This week's Stranger contains their Seattle's Sexiest People survey and Seattlest is lamenting the lack of a Sexiest Blogger category. We're tired of winning Sexiest Street Kid! (We wish we could win that category - Those kids are hot). more ›