Having had the opportunity to be a part of the Seattle music community for about a year now, it's hard to not fall in love with the sense of family that's created. You spend a lot of time with musicians and people who care about those musicians and the beauty they create. It's hard not to feel a sense of responsibility for each other. Performers' lifeblood is their art and they barely pay the bills with it, yet they still go at it with every fiber of their being. They spend late nights at open mics, long hours practicing to refine their skill, and weeks if not months on the road in beat-up vans on their last legs just hoping they'll make it to the next town. Amidst it all, they are forever thankful for the ability to share their craft, their gift, with the rest of the world. more ›

All that talk of lumberjack chic returning to the Seattle scene got us all unintentionally heated under our (flannel) collar about our favorite local band rocking the oh-so-hot look: The Moondoggies. The next big thing out of Seattle sounds like the best of what was created at Big Pink, full of rollicking dusty blues, molasses-thick harmonies, and some straight up shit-kicking rockers. more ›

parody of a musical in the first place, with enough cheesy lines, bawdy humor and exposed flesh to sate more or less any appetite. more ›