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We're not going to fault Nordstrom's for their decision to ax the piano players in some stores. Instead, we'll blame Nordstrom customers, and their preference for new-fangled pop music.

This weekend Seattlest was standing outside of Jules Maes in Georgetown trying to explain to someone which part, exactly, of the Rainier Cold Storage compound across the street was about to be torn down. It's the Stock House which is north of here a bit--it's, uh...no. Ok, it's down there near the...no. Not thirty feet from us and directly across the street there's a sign that says "Stock House." Yep, that's it.

Some of the best sports writing anywhere is on FreeDarko, where a group of very smart, very funny people talk hoops in an utterly inimitable way.

How easy it is to poke mean-spirited fun at Silverman Festivals, aka Bite of Seattle. The family-owned commercial enterprise, enabled by the City of Seattle in the guise of a community festival, symbolizes so much of what's wrong with America today: greed, exploitation, overweening appetite and tons of just plain crappy food. A cheap and easy target for the smug and self-satisfied. (For one such potshot, see Cornichon's "Blah of Seattle" post a year ago.)

Last night at the Crocodile was one of those evenings you stumble on where things just keep getting better and better. We went down to see headliners Sea Wolf [MySpace] after hearing them do an in-studio bit at KEXP (not posted yet). About two songs in, the indie-folk melodies and lead singer's baritone duets with cello swept us and Shelves of Vinyl off our feet.

In the pantheon of great Ichiro quotes, this may launch to number one. You'll remember that the Mariners have to make up all these games in Cleveland that were snowed out. One such game is tonight. And Ichiro is not particularly thrilled about it. He told the Seattle Times (as always, through an interpreter):

To tell the truth, I'm not excited to go to Cleveland, but we have to.

Unopened moving boxes. Furniture in temporary locations. No clue where the closest pizza, Thai, or Indian delivery places are.

Through Sunday, May 6; Tickets $24

"If I were still mayor, and I knew I was coming to an event like this," Charley Royer told us before last night's political fundraiser pub quiz, "I'd make sure there wasn't a question about Seattle that I didn't know the answer to."

Jonathan Lethem understands what being an unabashed fan feels like, and we are an unabashed, dorky fan of his many books and recent essays. When we heard that he is non-exclusively sharing some of his short stories for $1 to be reused in other works of art (films, songs, etc) and he is giving away the option to his new novel, You Don't Love Me Yet, and releasing the ancillary rights after five years, we realized he was moving even further into territory very dear to our heart. We chatted with him in advance of his appearance at the Seattle Arts and Lecture series Wednesday night.

Republicans in Olympia are tired of the Spend-o-crat majority rendering their very existence moot, and they've decided to do something about it—make funny noises.

M's are 2-0 to start the season for the first time since 1996.

[Brewster] has enlisted two other Seattle Weekly veterans to work on the venture.

Continue reading "Crosscut News Site Gets Locals Buzzing Blogging"

MUSIC: The Cave Singers. One of their MySpace friends commented, "If I was a hang glider I would listen to your music while hang gliding." Um, okay. We might agree with that. Either way, these guys make good down-home music and their guitarist is ex-PGMG.

Tuesday, February 6

Music: Cat Power, Chan (short for Charlyn) Marshall, brings her insanity-influenced act to our frozen burg. Right now she's walking around town, melting the ice with that impish smile of hers.

When the original opera Carmen premiered in Paris in 1875, it was deemed a failure for its shallow, sinful plot. Over one hundred years later, however, Carmen has become one of the most popular operas in the world.

Monday, after posting our pro-lap dance response to Susan Paynter's PI column, we received an email from an anonymous local stripper:

I just read your defense of your right to make women touch you sexually for pay and was wondering:

Continue reading "Seattlest Interviews an Anti-Lap-Dance Stripper"

This week, we're tempted by David "Fathead" Newman's Tuesday and Wednesday gigs -- a tenor saxman who used to play with the Ray Charles Band, Newman is said to belong in the company of Coltrane and Getz. But Saturday night we were at the Triple Door for the Rocco DeLuca/Sierra Swan bill.

Ron Silver may have been a bad guy in TimeCop, but he had a better seat at the NBA draft than the Sonics' draft pick. Yes, with their highest draft pick since 1989, the Sonics picked a guy who was sitting in the stands.

Subject: Re: Friday night

Governor Gregoire, apparently unaware that her job could be taken from her in two and a half years, is leaving it up the state's National Guardsmen whether they want to patrol the US-Mexico border. President Bush is sending 6,000 National Guard members to the Southern border to end the problem of people entering the country illegally.

Our modern day prophet had a convo with God the other day and God told him the Pacific NW is screwed. How do prophets get in touch with deities in 2006, anyway? That burning bush thing is so B.C., but we're not sure if He's ready for instant messaging yet. Maybe Pat Robertson recieved a burning text message from God on his phone?

We wanted to attend the Town Hall evolution vs Jesus Freaks debate last night. It was on our calendar and we had all our stuff layed out. Pen, notebook, pillowcase full of doorknobs... That's the wrong attitude, though. You can't beat science into someone's head, it turns out. Someone emailed us with the right attitude today, though, and we'd like to share it with you. Thanks for the email Samantha.

European travel guru Rick Steves has reefer madness. His best girl is named Mary Jane and every once in while he gets a visit from Puff the Magic Dragon. Face it, people, the man you've relied on to guide you through the historic wonders of the old world is one lost Europass away from becoming this guy.

Ichiro's Japanese team was expected to advance to the second round of the World Baseball Classic. And they did.

We warned you in late December and early January that this was coming: a confrontation between residents of the Pomeroy and its new tenant, Twist.

Bernard-Henri Levy occupies a position in France roughly comparable to...well, we don't have anyone like him. Rock star Bono comes close. Jon Stewart, maybe, except that BHL writes his own material. Sporting an unruly haircut, clad in the requisite uniform (black shirt, black blazer), he's a familiar figure on French TV, the embodiment of the Public Intellectual. Atlantic Monthly sent him on a year-long assignment to retrace the intellectual journey taken by de Tocqueville; the resulting tome, American Vertigo, has just been published, and BHL came to Seattle as part of the book tour.

Seattlest's bus ride to work lasts about twelve minutes. That's just long enough for us to find a seat, sit in it, open our bag, take out our laptop and boot it up, Start, Shutdown, Yes we would like the computer to shut down, put it away and get off the bus. Ah, another productive commute! You didn't notice it, but during the minute our computer was on it attempted and failed to find any available wireless networks. Our email rants to the editor were unable to fly out into the either.