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Announced earlier today, the next John in the Morning at Night will take place Friday, March 7th at Neumo's. The lineup so far is the jagged blues-leaning Britrock of The Duke Spirit, the swagger-heavy post-punk of The Voom Blooms (above), and the solid psych alt-country of Tulsa. The latter two bands have never played Seattle before, so this is your first chance to catch 'em live. And who knows? When it comes to KEXP shows, another band or two could always get added to the bill.

When the Croc closed last December, Black Mountain was already scheduled to play the venue in early February. Luckily, Neumo's knew better than to leave the druggy psychedelic rock five-piece high and dry - they added Black Mountain to the bill of tomorrow night's show, creating a truly awesome (and diverse) bill. Along with BM's Zep-meets-Sabbath-meets-heavy, acid-laced spacerock, Thursday's lineup also includes the groovy, '70s folk-twinged Americana of Howlin Rain, the tongue-in-cheek electro-pop of the perpetually be-caped MGMT, and the complex polyrhythms and world music-leaning harmonies of buzz band Yeasayer. It's rare you find a couple good performers on a bill, let alone three or four well worth seeing live. Tomorrow night at Neumo's you just can't go wrong. We can only imagine what the crowd's going to be like.

Yesterday we were hanging out at the Stumptown Coffee at 12th & Madison-ish when this guy circulates around the cafe, telling people that there's a coffee cupping at 3pm. It'd been almost a year since our last cupping at Victrola, so we perked up and headed downstairs for the show.

For the first time in Seattlest's life, we're actually bemoaning the fact that we don't have any tank tops in our closet. Heck, this is probably the first time we've ever thought about not owning a tank top. Not having one puts a serious crimp in our plans to go to Sustainable Capitol Hill's Tank Tops to Totes this Saturday at Stitches on Capitol Hill. (We don't think Sustainable Capitol Hill has a Web site. If they do, we can't find it.)

We saw fine young Canadians Tokyo Police Club about a year ago and have been itching to see 'em headline a show ever since. Now's our chance, as the boys are back tonight at Neumo's with White Rabbits and the Virgins in tow. TPC are still working on their debut full-length for Saddle Creek, but they do have another single under their belt (the above "Your English is Good"), as well as a second EP. So altogether, they've got just shy of a dozen songs in their discography, including b-sides, only one of which cracks the three-minute mark. With that in mind, it may be a short set. Nah, we're sure the high-energy, clap-happy, uber-friendly kids will totally find a way to stretch their material to an hour. Semi-ironical covers and new songs please!

Local filmmaker, occasional pub trivia host, and friend of Seattlest Dom Zook blogged on September 19 that he's moving to LA.

I’ve been a stalwart Seattle fan for most of my adult life. I love this town, even though some of the people who govern it are slightly “challenged”. I love making movies in this town… but I think I’ve gone in depth about my issues here. Many have wondered why I’ve stayed so long in a town that’s only moderately supportive of its filmmakers. Why I’ve stayed in a town where actual, paying film gigs are about as scarce as tumbleweeds on Pike St. Why I’ve stayed for nearly five years at a job that’s been both good and bad to me just so I could make movies in this town.

If you scroll back through the last couple of years’ worth of posts you’ll see the trials and tribulations. I did it all. Cast negotiations, legal paperwork, business plans, investor talks, budget write-ups, etc. And frankly I had a great plan with a fantastic script (written by Faye Hoerauf and Jessica Baxter) and I knew it would be a hit. Modest hit, maybe, but a hit. Unfortunately no one was buying. No one of influence believed the script would go far. Despite at least one major name in the cast and several more just waiting for an investor to come forward, despite several awards for the script alone, despite a rock-solid business plan with proven talent (and I’m not even talking about me, Faye or Jessica here!), we were denied.

Continue reading "Another Local Filmmaker Heads to Los Angeles"

Considering this is Pride Weekend, you've got a bevy of options for live music in between bouts of sodomy, muff-diving, tina-using, and/or trips to Home Depot.

Tomorrow night, fun-time hip hop trio and sworn defenders of the Constitutionally-protected right to party™ the Saturday Knights are playing a free show (a "boozy little shindig") at Havana, along with the high-energy rock quartet the Cops.

PUPPETS: Puppets are cute when you're a kid, but when you get older they're a bit creepy. Creepy though they may be, Drunk Puppet Night removes the kid context and serves up "mature" puppetry, which may or may not involve tales about puppets trying to make rent. Continues March 2, 3, 9, 10.

ART: OKOK's move to Ballard has been good for them. The new space puts more focus on the art, separating it a bit from the (still great) retail. Free Parking, a new group drawing exhibit, opens today with works from ten artists.

*Sample set: Live on Mix Up Radio Australia, November 2006

SEX: Sex-positive retailer Babeland closes out 2006 with their annual three day sale, with even some of their most popular toys marked down 25%. Let's face it, the other gifts you may have received this holiday season won't provide the long-term satisfaction something you pick up here will.

Suicide Girls is five years old, which makes these young starlets some of the grande dames of alt-porn. You can celebrate with them tonight, when they bring their controversial burlesque show to Neumo's.

Seattlest is totally down with P. If you're down with P too, you'll join us at the Rentals show tonight. We'll be the ones rocking the fuck out. Friends of P don't have time for being too cool for school. Damon Albarn is a friend too.

When the Absurd Reality Theatre's production of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged) kicked things off with a recitation of the flight attendant safety speech, Seattlest buckled up for a long night. Even though the production is advertised as "3 men, 37 plays, 90 minutes," the play dragged. And we're pretty sure it's not the work as written (by Jess Borgeson, Adam Long, and Daniel Singer), since we've heard from friends who've seen other productions that it's a good show. There were a few moments with energy and wit (the PowerPoint presentation covering all of Shakespeare's comedies being the stand-out), but anytime the trio got some energy and momentum, it was quickly dashed by lame off-script bantering. There were also staging problems, in that leaving the audience staring at an empty stage for extended periods of time is never a good idea.

That's Derrick Carter on that scooter. Derrick Carter the house music legend. Derrick Carter, co-owner of Classic Music Company, one of the most acclaimed house music labels on the planet (and home to Seattle's Jacob London). The Derrick Carter that's been playing house music for more than two decades, starting at the age of nine with disco at family reunions. The one who still drops a perfect mix while barely able to stand; the one that's playing tonight at the War Room for the Gettin' ______* one-year anniversary party. He may play house music, but for being willing to be photographed looking that ridiculous, Derrick Carter is fucking metal.

There was a time about a year ago, when we went to dinner at the Oasis Cafe for the first time, and, after receiving average food and abominable service, we vowed never to go there again. Fast forward to last night: we were hungry for sushi, while our companion for the evening was hungry for Thai. So we figured, what the hell, we'd give that pan-Asian Oasis another try. This time around, the food was good, and the service was a little bit better (though still terribly slow). We'd be willing to venture there again, but only if we had a lotta time to kill and were craving some gigantic sushi maki.

There's nothing like a lack of information to build curiosity and suspense. Local label/collective Mass Mvmnt (read "Mass Movement") has taken that approach very much to heart, with only a trickle of information being released over the last year. The veil of secrecy is being removed tonight however, with a showcase at the War Room featuring almost their entire roster in celebration of new releases by FCS North and Time Promises Power.

We're going to let the picture speak for itself here. Tonight Soul City, the War Room's weekly celebration of all things b-boy curated by local crew Circle of Fire, will be celebrating its 1 year Anniversary, with beats provided by SunTzu Sound, fresh from a string of gigs in Miami. This night's always been for breakers, by breakers, so it's excused from our usual "breakers take too much damn room" wrath, and instead is taken in as a fun display of athleticism (with great music). There's usually room in a corner for dancing if standing watching others isn't your speed. And oh yeah, tonight is FREE. Time for some poppin' and lockin'.

Thinking of the Red Bull Music Academy still puts a smile on Seattlest's face. While almost overwhelming with the amount of talent that came through, the fact that all of that great music came through Seattle is still mindblowing. The event left an impact on the scene too, with some people deciding to move to the area, and others ensuring that their tour plans bring them back through the Emerald City.

All around Seattle, everybody's getting ready for Valentine's Day. Some people are making reservations at fancy-schmancy restaurants, while others are planning for a night of ice cream 'n' crying. A certain weekly paper went and filled up their pages with declarations of love to "schmoopie pie" and nine million other pet names. It goes without saying that everyone's stocking up on liquor. So now's the perfect time for Train of Thought's new love-themed sketch show Breaking Up. Similar to 69 Love Songs, the comedy troupe's vignettes address the highs and lows of love, the myriad aspects of relationships, all with a cynical been-there eye.

Rather than start with some treatise on the importance of pop music, we'll just say that this post is about a show that should be a very good time. You should go. Many others will be doing so, and while the hipster quotient will be high, the fun to be had should outweigh that (partly from the enjoyment of making fun of said hipsters).

There are plenty of us for whom both the successful season of the Seahawks and the less-than-stellar season of the Supersonics mean absolutely nothing, other than potential for increased traffic. While we may watch highlights on ESPN, most professional sports just don't have any appeal. Watching the less than heralded sports is where the real action is. Who doesn't marvel at the technique of Kobayashi, the overexcited commentators of the dart championships, or the sublime grace of curling? For sheer entertainment, it's the offbeat competitions that can't be beat, and they're well worth the strange looks you get when you tell people what you're doing with your time. We've already touched on Seattle's propensity for finding new ways to declare winners and losers, part of the reason we love this town. Tonight features two very different takes on the "battle" concept, one for head nodding, the other for more corporeal reactions.

Do you remember the nineties, when electronic music was hailed as the "next big thing?" MTV had its show Amp, which showed nothing but videos from electronic artists (some of them absolutely amazing). The rave scene was in full swing, and glowstick shares were trading up. Of course it couldn't last, and it didn't.

There is nothing quite like finding the perfect t-shirt. The t-shirt that speaks to you on a deeper level, that makes you smile, makes you laugh, or just shows off the results of your time in the gym. There's also the self-branding involved with wearing a shirt of your favorite band, team, university, or witty phrase. Here at Seattlest, we understand the plight of the male in search for the right shirt, and we're here to help. Below is our guide to finding your own cotton/poly blend here in town. (Ladies, we think you're fine just the way you are, and since you can't throw a rock without hitting a boutique in this town, you'll have to take consolation in the fact that most of these stores cater to the fairer sex as well).

Who are the 11:30pm girls?