Hello. Now, listen! This here thing what you’re reading me on is called Line Out. LINE OUT! And Line Out, bless its heart, has this dirty little rumor going around about it. It has this reputation. Everyone thinks that Line out is THE MUSIC SLOG—SLOG’s indie-rock twin created to deal exclusively with music, musicians, and issues musicale.

Well, yes. Of course. Whatever. But this is only half-true! HALF TRUE!

Yes, the notion that Line Out is exclusively musical has been reinforced over lo these many years by Line Out remaining freshly and relentlessly crammed to its musical crannies with exclusively music-related posts. Indeed.

But the WHOLE weird truth—the ENTIRE story is this: Line Out is also THE NIGHTLIFE Stranger Blog. Nightlife! Seattle Nightlife! Not just music. Line Out was birthed so you could discover not only nuggety treasures of any and everything music and music-related, but also news of CLUB NIGHTS and BARS sometimes and NIGHTLIFE PERSONALITIES and BARS occasionally and DRINKING and BARS maybe and DANCING and all the drunken moonlight ravings of the lunatic night! Every night. Almost. (My liver has threatened to walk out—I'm not pushing.) That's why I'm here. And it's why I'm posting about those things.

So what I’m trying to so strongly impress upon you here is this: the next time I post something here (on LINE OUT!) about wandering drunk through Ballard or getting man-balled (whatever that is) at The Bit Saloon or braving a cadre of improving drag queens for the sake of a well-stocked cash bar or that Modest Mouse baked me a plate of fucking muffins (although that one was kind of music related and had nothing to do with nightlife…um…), and a bunch of jackassess rush to The Comments (which I never read) with, “That had absolutely nothing to do with MUSIC,” and/or “That was in NO WAY MUSIC RELATED” or whatever, I’m gonna cut me some bitches. CUT. Me. Some BITCHES.

Do we understand each other? I thought so.

Say it with me, now: LINE OUT=NIGHT LIFE. ADRIAN=probably pretty damn GAY nightlife.

And thank you. I’m sorry I had t be so stern.

And no, of course I don’t read comments. Don’t be ridiculous.

CUT, CUT, CUT!!!