Intiman's All the King’s Men (through November 8; tickets: $10 to $50) is one of those rare instances where everything that's needed comes together: cast, script, direction, intention. The close of Intiman's American Cycle, a celebration of great American plays, it's a grand Southern epic (18 actors play 50 parts) dotted with moments as personal as a phone call home.
All The King's Men Makes Political Intrigue a Must-See
Triple Door Bell: Over the Rhine Is SRO
The husband-and-wife team Over the Rhine [MySpace] play at the Triple Door at 7:30pm this Thursday and Friday, and both shows are already sold out -- SRO tickets will be on sale the nights of the shows.
Get Out Tonight: Wilco at Marymoor with Richard Swift
Personally, this Seattlest is stoked to see Wilco back together, making the rounds, bringing their folk-rock/alt.country stylings to the people once again. They've certainly had their fair share of band drama, but the band can still rock. We caught Jeff Tweedy solo down in Lyons, Colo., last summer at the Rocky Mountain Folks Festival and thoroughly enjoyed his solo set. So it is with quite a bit of fanfare that we are happy to announce that his band Wilco will be performing at Marymoor Park tonight. (Fanfare, confetti, trumpets.)
amiina @ The Triple Door
Peter and the Wolf [myspace], by contrast, played an unremarkable 30-minute set which out of sheer cussedness we will nonetheless remark upon. Peter and the Wolf sounds a bit grander than what we were faced with, guitarist Red Hunter (the droning homemade instrument pictured aside) and his friend Emma (singing occasional "ohhh" backup). Hunter is both a proficient picker and a strummer, and he's got a rumbly baritone that for some reason -- they're his songs, after all -- he strains into a higher register. His songs seemed to revolve around women, kinds of portraits, and his lyrics mix in the offhand, conversational run-on with a more heightened, poetic patois. He played a song about Miss Caroline, who (we understand) throws the kind of parties he's not invited to -- it's in a waltz time, and reminded us of Leonard Cohen's growly "Take This Waltz" but then shifted in tone to become more satirical, a Randy Newman take. We're beginning to think that in the South, when you want to point out someone's upscale pretensions, you break out the waltz. It must be just devastating. (Here's the Pitchfork review and their mp3 link to Safe Travels.)
Prosser / Birds And Batteries @ the Comet
We hadn't been to the Comet for awhile, but everything looked just the way we left it. Everyone was just as scruffy and working-class-bluesy and it wasn't until we sat down and talked to them later that we discovered they were from Perth, Australia, and worked at Microsoft and Amazon. We holed up in the "Being John Malkovich" lounge upstairs (complete with 3/4-size red door marked "Private") trying to guess who that maddeningly familiar band was they were playing on the stereo (Social Distortion) until Prosser's melancholic indie-alt-country pulled us downstairs.
That's Ms. Case To You
Saturday night Neko Case came to the Moore Theater, and the Seattle Times and Post-Intelligencer covered it. Now that she's from Canada, see, she gets all sorts of attention. Of course, she's also a well-known Satanist.

