Jesus Christ on a crostini, there's a lot of stuff happening tonight: a Critical Mass ride, Shepard Farey spinning at the War Room, U.S.E. and Throw Me the Statue at Neumo's, Mad Rad at the Comet, the gay stylings of Comeback at Chop Suey... And, except for the bike ride, all of that's within an eight-block radius. Something's gotta go. I'm looking at you, U.S.E/Throw Me the Statue. It's not that I don't love you. But one can only be in so many places at once.
(A note to Mad Rad haters everywhere: If you think Mad Rad coverage in The Stranger has been too much lately, you better stop reading The Stranger, because between Buffalo Madonna climbing onto the roof of the stage at Sasquatch, the fact that Stranger campers at Sasquatch listened to Mad Rad's White Gold on repeat through Lindy West's car's speakers while dancing in the red glow of Lindy West's brake lights, and the scarcity of Mad Rad shows ever since the trio got banned from almost every club in town, a bunch of us have graduated our liking of Mad Rad into full-on love. And you know how love is.)
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