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, you can get in for $20. All you have to do is head to the box office, which is already open, and tell them the special discount code "downtown" when buying your ticket. It's one ticket per customer, cash-only, in-person, so bring your date and $40 if you don't want to go alone.

Loosely based on the life of "Daddy-O" Dewey Phillips, the new musical (at the 5th Avenue Theatre; Tues.-Wed. 7:30 p.m., Thurs.-Sat. 8 p.m., Sat. 2 p.m. & Sun. 1:30 p.m., through Feb. 15; tix $29-$81) tells the story of dj Huey Calhoun, who faces down segregation and racism in 1950s Tennessee to become one of the progenitors of rock and roll and rhythm and blues by crossing over the racial barrier and putting black musicians on white radio.

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FELLINI FINITO: Tonight's the last night of SIFF's presentation of Federico Fellini's remains his masterpiece.

Kim is off to the Fremont Abbey tonight to catch one of PDX's finest singer-songwriters, Laura Gibson, in action. She will spend the rest of the weekend napping, baking, and watching movies. Sunday night, she'll emerge from her lair for Jenny Owen Youngs at the High Dive.

If you weren't lucky enough to nab a pair of tickets to an April Eddie Vedder show via Pearl Jam's fan club presale or Ticketmaster's sale last Friday, you're only screwed if you aren't extremely wealthy—and charitable.

(For example to measure the sin of "wrath" the magazine used murder rates for cities.)

Man, this Folk Alliance conference has been total insanity. Last night, the wait for the only four elevators going to the top floors of the hotel (where all the artists showcase) reminded us of waiting for the subway in New York on the 4th of July. Good luck.

We got into Memphis last night, and we'll be here for the rest of the week, celebrating folk music along with people from all over the world at the annual Folk Alliance conference. We'll be going on and on about that in articles for another job we have, but we just wanted to take a moment to express how much we love Seattle. We miss Seattle. But mostly, we miss people.

The ability to endure month after month of days like today is an unappreciated phenomenon unique to this corner of America.

Say this for new Sonics owner Clay Bennett--he knows shitty basketball when he sees it. And he's replacing the men most responsible for bringing it to you, GM Rick Sund and coach Bob Hill.

--The L.A. Clippers signed former Husky Will Conroy, late of Memphis, to a 10-day contract. The Clippers play in Seattle tomorrow Thursday night.

Special Gonzaga correspondent Sean O'Connor reports that the Zags will make the tournament.

BASKETBALL: Ex-Garfield High and UW star Will Conroy suits up for a regular season NBA game for the first time tonight as his new team Memphis hosts Dallas.

--Spokane loved its ice skating event and apparently the ice skating event loved Spokane back.

*Carrie Clark mp3s here.

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Well, that was weird. We like the Cat Power, don't get us wrong. But, in retrospect, we would have skipped Chan Marshall's set at the Showbox last night. We wish she had. It all started with her complaining about wearing size 26 pants when she's really a 28. "I fucked up," she said, dryly. (We thought that was banter but she kept hitching her pants up all set long, even unzipping them onstage, a move some heartily applauded. She was dressed all in black, it turned out.)

Sure, Chan Marshall of Cat Power is not a mess like she once was. She's cleaned up her act, stopped trying to drink herself to death, and can actually make it through an entire set without crying. Plus, for her latest album she teamed up with a great collective of musicians, the Memphis Rhythm Band, who do an awesome job bluesing up her delicate sound. Still, even with those changes, given what we've seen of Chan's onstage antics during her recent tour---spontaneous jigging, shadowboxing, chicken-dancing, and forgetting band members' names---one thing remains clear: Bitch is crazy.

Note to editors of Seattlest: not all your readers (or contributors) care that much (i.e., to the exclusion of all else) about outdoor festival music. [Ed. Note: We took a vote and after this post we're all Bumber all the time. Sorry.] No matter. Labor Day weekend has come and gone, signaling the end of Bumbershoot (see the last 27 Seattlest posts), summertime picnics and backyard BBQ.

By now it’s no secret that Seattlest is all ga-ga over local showmasters, Awesome. We’ve recommended numerous times that you, John and Jane Q.P., experience for yourselves this strange and wonderful ensemble, and well, here we are once more.

About three hours before the quiz started at the Old Pequliar last night, we realized we'd written a really difficult slate of questions. Congrats to the winners, who earned their cash. We'll let you know next time we're hosting -- Charley, the regular quiz guy, should be fully operational again by next week.

LAist has so much fun this week! They go to E3, where they overhear the timeless remark "Man, this is where nerdy girls get laid." Is that a promise? They also give us this week's best CDs and make us realize that LA is the best place to use Zillow.

Before we get to the Sonics, let's start off with some humor, courtesy of the Seattle Times' consistenly suicide-inducing "Sideline Chatter."

In a clear case of East Coast bias among national basketball writers, the University of Washington did not acheive top 25 status in the latest AP women's basketball poll, despite having beaten #23 Utah and #14 Stanford.

The Sonics' slow start, which included three blowout losses, had players, sportswriters, and local hoops bloggers freaking out.

Wouldn't it be great if everything were like last year ? Nate McMillian was coaching, the Sonics were winning, and everyone got along. Well check the calendar Jack, because it's 2005-2006 ---Bob Weiss is the coach, the Sonics aren't playing that well, and Vladamir Radmanovic is piiiiiised.

There's often a snobbish stigma attached to cover bands. Some such outfits focus on a specific genre, or era, or simply the lowest-common denominator. Others pay tribute to a single band or individual. Transcending 'em all are the Detroit Cobras, who, Tuesday at Chop Suey, will surely kick some election-night ass.