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As for Journey, the enthusiastic and cover-band-ish Not-Steve (aka Arnel Pineda) stole the show with his unflagging energy. No, he's not Steve Perry. But Steve Perry couldn't be leaping around on the stage like that, and Pineda sounds eerily like his predecessor. With the exception of the end of "Don't Stop Believing," Pineda's voice was strong; we got concerned during those few questionable minutes, but Not-Steve fully recovered by the first bars of "Faithfully"--a song which was quite possibly the highlight of Journey's set. The other song we loved was "Lights," during which everyone did the obligatory cell-phone/lighter wave. Journey's new material was not inspired or even interesting, but we weren't there for the new material. We were there for "Ask The Lonely!"

It's been a big week for 80s power-ballad band Journey, which last played here in August. (and yes, that's how we're justifying this post).

OK, perhaps there weren't a million people at Neumo's on Saturday night, but the turnout for the Buttrock Suites was downright impressive. Replete with live band, the Suites was a smörgåsbord of guilty-pleasure rock, sexy swagger, and manic modern dance madness that threw the first punch and kept swinging all night long. The energy was a bit low when we arrived towards the end of the readings, but it did not stay down once the band took the stage. There were mullet wigs and torn jeans and bandannas and pleather pants, and did we know that Rhett Miller had nice pipes? Yes, he does. However, the prolific singer was in fact Rick Miller, and apparently the mistake we just made happens far to often to good old Rick (thanks for dropping us a line, Rick, and for John Galt's comment). The important point is: Rick Miller had buttrock-worthy pipes that could easily handle a range from Steve Perry to Klaus Meine, and he had Seattlest wrapped around his pinky (current Rick info, including his bluegrass predilections, is on the Buttrock Suites MySpace page).

Looking to rock the house party at the drop of a hat? You can get some pointers when the master of the wheel of steels comes to Seattle tomorrow night. Q BERT can make vinyl sing like circa 1985 Steve Perry. Watching him (with his oddly capitalized stage name) will make you wonder why this whole digital music thing started in the first place. Opening up for Q BERT is DJ Jazzy Jeff, performing his old school (or skool, if you prefer) groove. Get nostalgic for 'Summertime,' 'Parents Just Don't Understand,' and the days before Men in Black 2. Frankly, you should go because being a master of the play/pause button on your iPod isn't nearly as cool as scratching on the turntables.