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AYKROYD HITS SODO: As mentioned last week, Dan Aykroyd will be at the Sodo liquor store tonight to promote his new Crystal Head Vodka. As the website introduction states, supposedly the skull-like bottle is reminiscent of the thirteen crystal heads that once scattered across the earth defying the laws of physics with their unmarked smooth surfaces. The crystal heads also "are said to contain vast knowledge and enlightenment capable of unlocking our most enigmatic ancient mysteries." Was Dan Aykroyd drinking too much vodka when he agreed to this? Regardless, head down to the Sodo for some Aykroyd hugs and autographs, and pick up your very own Indiana Jones Crystal Head vodka--and don't forget to feel enlightened.

Sweet little Wesley shot a man in Reno just to watch him die. We're sure it was the cutest thing ever.

Vince Mira's on the rise. We took note of him first because of his disconcertingly good Johnny Cash covers, but the dark-eyed teen is writing and performing his own songs now. He's played full-length sets at all kinds of festivals this year, from Sasquatch to Bumbershoot to the Seattle Tattoo Expo, and the singer/songwriter performs fairly regularly at spots around town.

When we first heard that local Johnny Cash impersonator extraordinaire Vince Mira would be performing on the music stage at Seattle Tattoo Expo this weekend, our reaction was: "Isn't he too young to even have a tattoo?" Mira recently granted us a few minutes on the phone to answer this and all the other questions we had. "I don’t have any tattoos," he told Seattlest, "but I like Tiger Army, so I’m looking forward to playing the show."

Seattle SuperSonics 1967-2008.

This weekend ditty—Sunday Mornin' Coming Down—brought to you by Beveridge Place Pub's Barleywine Bacchanal, which wrapped up last night but can still be felt today. (Our favorite NW offering: Water Street's Old Wookie.) 'Til next year, you most sweet, smoky temptress of brews.

Local Singer/Songwriter Joanna Horowitz got a crazy idea a year or so ago. A long-time musician involved in the theater business, she thought it might be fun to write a musical. Enter 100 Heartbreaks...

From the real-life inspiration of Seattle-based writer and performer Joanna Horowitz comes 100 Heartbreaks, a story about country singer hopeful Charlane Tucker. Tucker, a self-proclaimed expert at hook-ups, break-ups and hangovers, is a regular girl who desperately wants to "make it" in the country music world. Her genius plan to get to Nashville: Find 100 men who will love and leave her.

Last night there were tons of Ron Paul's people outside the Showbox Sodo. Before, during, and after Barack Obama's fundraising event/rally, the Paul supporters waved their signs and interacted with anyone who would give them the time of day. Too bad they couldn't afford tickets to the event due to the current tax structure--if only someone would abolish the IRS and the Federal Reserve.... Meanwhile, inside the venue was a crowd of teens, twenty-somethings,...

A few weeks ago, singer/raconteur Jenny Owen Youngs was in town, playing at the High Dive the same time as the Fremont Bridge was being closed evenings, which led to our arriving mid-set in a state of high dudgeon. We decided to skip a half-assed review, and afterwards fired off some impertinent questions via email. We just heard back, and as you'll see, Jenny schools us a bit. Now we adore her even more. If you buy her new album, Batten the Hatches, tell her we sent you.

It's not often the Seattlest feels the need to research a show before we go to see it, but Yo La Tengo's current tour has a really fascinating description:

In January of this year, the Weekly's Brian J. Barr described local trio the Cave Singers as "an updated version of the Anthology of American Folk Music. Not the graduate-student, learned interpretations of folk music circa 1962, but folk music approached by way of punk rock. It's sparse, melodic, and simultaneously creepy and alluring, like the widow mourning graveside in Johnny Cash's 'Long Black Veil'." That was enough to get Matador Records interested, who signed the band in May and released their debut album Invitation Songs last month.

Wait--choke back that vomit. We're making shit up. Speculating doom, if you will. Only half of that title is true.

We have a message for 15-year-old us: "You are a fuckface."

Tomorrow, the biggest, bestest band to ever emerge from Seattle—there, we said it—releases a new concert DVD. You can buy (or Netflix) Immagine in Cornice (Italian for "Picture in a Frame") and watch it in the privacy of your own condo, or—lucky us—catch it big-screen-style at the Metro.

This past Friday, Steinbrueck Park was the site of a free, four-hour concert that punctuated Pike Place Market’s Centennial Celebration. It was a great time to be a proud, passionate Seattleite. A wonderful time to be a frugal tourist. And, despite a tiny bit of Pearl Jam-overpromising by Party promoters, a perfect time to be Seattlest.

Thirteen teams turned out for Seattlest trivia last night at the Old Pequliar. Want to see how you'd do? Here are all the questions. We'll post answers later today, along with a list of team standings and anything else interesting we find to say about the event.

Actually, we heard Murder by Death (myspace) first, then Two Gallants (myspace). Both are remarkable for what we're going to inventively call "the new lyricism" -- a two-fisted Carver-esque stylistic concern for narrative produced by a mutant strain of whisky-slugging Decemberists from the wrong side of the tracks.

We usually don't like to talk about shows in the past and/or in a completely different city, but this one involves pure comedic gold. Everyone's favorite scientologist/hipster (scientologister?) Beck performed an allegedly secret show in New York City. As Tom DeLay can undoubtedly testify, it's hard to keep a secret these days, so the show sold out almost immediately.