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Gregoire is currently in Philly at a gathering of the nation's other state governors and our president-elect to discuss the details of Obama's economic stimulus plan. From KIRO: "Facing a $5 billion deficit in the upcoming budget, Gregoire said federal money is imperative in stopping an economic freefall." The word "freefall" sounds decidedly scary. Good luck catching Obama's eye, Gregoire--the funding to straighten out that Mercer Mess would make a beautiful Christmas present for your constituents. Nudge, nudge!

This fall we are combining our love of the football and our dream of learning to cook by preparing a meal from the city of the Seahawks' opponent.

This fall we are combining our love of the football and our dream of learning to cook by preparing a meal from the city of the Seahawks' opponent.

It's safe to say that the only person in town who loves Dr. Dog more than us is erstwhile Stranger music editor Jonathan Zwickel. We won't go so far as to say that they "sound like the best band ever," but we do agree that the Philly five-piece have the influences (Beach Boys, Beatles, Steely Dan, The Band, and so on), the sense of melody, and the spot-on harmonies to always put on a rollicking live show. Their new album Fate covers the same territory as their previous four in a good way: this is straight-up musical goodness, and if you can't appreciate their easily accessible homage to classic sounds (we're looking at you, Pitchfork), then you've got no pop soul. Delta Spirit and Hacienda open, but in a perfect world, Dr. Dog would be playing with similarly minded local band The Moondoggies.

Philly rapper Freeway at Chop Suey on Saturday: gruff, powerful, in control. Prodigious beard. His set was a pleasure to behold, with thick, thumping, meaty beats over which his growl sounded just right. Such sparkly bling, too! Our only complaints are that he cut off "It's Over" way too early and there were a couple too many a capellas, but the man can keep filthily perfect time and impresses regardless of the beat behind him. Freeway's a professional, plain and simple, and we hope he returns to Seattle now that he knows we'll show him love,Sportn' Life family style. (Who caught his rap session with JFK after the show? Put details in the comments!)

Blues legend Robert Johnson supposedly sold his soul to the devil to get his guitar skills.

Here are things you don't want cops to find when they search your apartment:

Four computers, two printers, a scanner and an industrial machine that makes identity cards...$17,500 in cash, dozens of credit cards and fake driver's licenses, and keys to unlock many of the apartments and mailboxes in [your] upscale apartment building...a book titled "The Art of Cheating: A Nasty Little Book for Tricky Little Schemers and Their Hapless Victims," as well as a newspaper article on "How to Spot Fake IDs."

This fall we are combining our love of the football and our dream of learning to cook. On Sunday morning, following a trip to a local farmer’s market/major supermarket chain, we will be preparing a meal from the city of the Seahawks opponent. Then at halftime we will throw our badly burned hands in the air and make hot dogs.

Donte's blurb for Man Man is "warpaint!"; our motto for the fun-time Philly circus band is "everybody hits something!" Regardless, the "Viking-vaudeville punk-wop rock-and-soul collective" consistently puts on a great live show. Last night at Neumo's, even their sound check was awesome, and that was way before they donned the all-white outfits and face paint. In fact, the over-the-top performance is so central to Man Man's appeal that we don't even bother to listen to them in recorded form. For us, it's all about the charms of the live act: the aluminum buckets and slide whistles, the melodica and marimba, the crazy-eyed drummer, the mulleted singer/keyboardist occasionally playing the Rhoades with his butt.... It's the simple things, really, that make us smile.

If there were a righteous God in heaven, Dr. Dog would be huge. Of course, if there were a righteous God in heaven, perhaps Dr. Dog wouldn't be saddled with such a horrid, fame-killing name. Despite the cringeworthy moniker, we love this Philly-based rock band: for their radiant layers of Beach Boys harmonies, for their shimmering jangle of major chords, for their psychedelic pop sheen. Haters claim that they are too derivative of the Beatles, but what band playing today doesn't share lineage with the Fab Four? Besides, we'll take derivative of the best band ever over derivative of the flavor of the week. Dr. Dog played the Croc this spring as an opening band and they nailed it. Now they're back in town as the main act and we know they're gonna make another killing. Expect sunglasses donned at all times, throwback rhythms, the occasional drunken rambling, and mini pop masterpieces played with high energy, retro flair, and unbridled enthusiasm.

>>October 5 & 6 @ the Moore: Spectrum Dance is doing a new dance work called Interrupted Narratives/WAR, previewed in the P-I. There's also a video blog of the work's progress. With guests the Koresh Dance Company, the pride of Philly. Tickets: $15-$29.50 plus TM fees. Curtain 8pm.

So, the Seattle P-I restaurant critic writes that "Safeco's got some of the worst food in the major leagues." That statement struck a nerve with this Seattlest, as we tend to think that Safeco has some of the best food in MLB parks.

Proving once again that Garfield grads are smarter than their private school counterparts, Marcelus Kemp today announced he'll stay in school for a year and improve his game, while Spencer Hawes announced he'll enter the draft and become the Robert Swift of 2007.

According to ESPN, Seattle is the sports suffering epicenter of the world.

Dr. Dog is a terrible name for a band. Based on that name alone, we'd expect them to be in the vein of Skynrd or perhaps really bad white guy jazz. But instead the Philly quintet make feel-good tunes that, with all the layered harmonies and old-school production, could pass as Beatles b-sides. Their last album Easy Beat contained at least four full-fledged grade-A tracks, including jangly charmer "Say Something" [mp3]. New album We All Belong was released last month to the best reviews of the band's short career, in no small part due to Flaming Lips-leaning retro jams like "Ain't It Strange" (see below).

We just noticed that basketball-reference.com now has box scores for the 1988 season on. Good stuff.

Another copious serving of live tunes (not to mention opportunities to leave your smelly apartment), courtesy of Seattlest. You can thank us later.

As we sat down to write this week's Best of the -ists post, a car blaring "21 Questions'" passed by our house. And that started us thinking about how some of the best -ist posts out there have at their hearts questions, some of which are answered, and some of which are left open. Check out the Best of the -ists from this week, and see if you agree.

A little something for everyone. Consider next Monday's show the icing on the delicious music-y cake.

Even though we are way way past school age, we still get a little melancholy at the close of summer. Fortunately, our friends across the -ist network know that the shenanigans don't need to end just because the big yellow buses are back on the roads. So, grab your sunscreen and your favorite hangover cure, as we take a tour of end of summer fun from -ist cities all over the damn place.

Celebrate Ben Franklin's 300th birthday with the Bikini Bandits and Phillyist! (NSFW). Speaking of Mr. Franklin, send in a picture of Ben (or Ed Rendell) with a red tongue and win a free t-shirt. And they might have the next YearlyKos in Philly.

Rumors abound early this week concerning a most ghastly notion, a dark vision that has kept us sleepless: reportedly, both the Houston Astros and Philadelphia Phillies called Mariners GM Bill Bavasi over the weekend to inquire about a potential trade for Ichiro.

Torontoist immediately wins our heart by using the word "Jackass" in a headline. In fact, we love their use of it so much that we're going to use it as much as possible throughout this post. For example, it looks like there are Toronto-area jackasses besides those who misuse the sidewalk: look at the crap on sale on Toronto's craigslist. But it looks like Toronto doesn't contain the kind of jackasses who pee in public pools, as the issue never came up when they interviewed the creators of art installations in their public wading pools.

LAist is flashing a sad peace out to their editor Carolyn Kellogg with one hand and bumping knuckles with their new head typist L.A. blogger king Tony Pierce with the other.

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.

It's Mother's Day weekend. Some people say we should remember our mothers all year-round, not just on a single day. But we do! With yo momma jokes! Seattlest contributors share their favorites, along with their plans for enforced family togetherness.

Shanghaiist probably knows a little more about China than the Chicago Sun-Times. Giving them the benefit of the doubt on that one. The city does to have a music scene. Don't even front like they don't. They also have Dorito bananas and white guys shopping for wives. What they don't have is any more tolerance for jaywalkers.

Today is National High Five Day. No, really. Sure, it's a silly observation, but Seattle needs more occasions to not take itself so seriously.

LAist tracks an award-winning TV writer who worked on Good Times to a homeless shelter and sees a Little Old Lady get a jaywalking ticket because she can't get across fast enough (in the same post!). Poets invade Metro and an LAist contributor's new book asks WWJB.