Oi, why not stick it to the Man by spending your last hour of the workday watching There is No Authority But Yourself, a Dutch documentary about OG anarcho-punk collective Crass:
(ht Daily Swarm)

Seattle - Seattle Theatre Group (STG) announced today a fundraising campaign, "Paramount Sign of the Times - Replication, Restoration and Greening," an effort to finance an exact replication of The Paramount vertical sign and restoration of its marquee. The vertical sign replacement will begin October 6, 2009.
Full press release after the jump.
photo by Lori Paulson taken from the Stranger Flickr pool
The new Chinese Stars album, Heaven on Speed Dial (out Oct. 13 on Anchor Brain Records), is a hot mess: spiky, strident, spazzy rock in a thrillingly irritable condition. (They really should go on tour with Seattle's Past Lives.) Check out "Rabbit Face" from that album here. The Providence, Rhode Island-based Chinese Stars consist of ex-Arab on Radar members Craig Kureck and Eric Paul, Paul Vieira, and V. Von Ricci.
Press release after the cut.

A winner will be notified by e-mail at the end of the day on Thursday. Good luck!
Italian pop star/prog-rock genius/experimental composer Franco Battiato has had a tribute album recorded in his honor (What’s Your Function?, which featured Seattle’s Kinski and many more underground-rock luminaries), but he’s still unjustly obscure in English-speaking countries, despite having prominent fans like Frank Zappa, Julian Cope, the cats over at Mutant Sounds blog, among several other musicians.
SF-based Water Records has done its typically excellent job in reissuing some Battiato titles, including the all-time classics Pollution and Fetus. I found the latter CD yesterday in the Queen Anne Easy Street’s 99¢ racks (?!), replacing my lost copy with exceptional frugality (the original LP surely sells for three figures on eBay).
This reissue includes liner notes by Jim O’Rourke and a fine remastering job. The songs on Fetus are concise and profoundly poignant, with wrenchingly emotional vocals that seem to be the special domain of Italian male singers. Battiato’s glorious hooks come adorned in nuanced, sumptuous textures and the record’s entire atmosphere is suffused in momentousness. This guy was on a magnificent creative roll in the first half of the ’70s, so you should scoop up anything he did during that period.
Over here, local rapper Grynch....

Grynch: Man, I'm from (middle-class Seattle neighborhood) Ballard. There is nothing bling or gangsta about someone from Ballard, and I just can't front like that. It doesn't make sense to me to lie about who I am or what I love. I rap about my car and the fact that Ballard is gentrifying and Denny's is now a condo building because that's what I know. Don't get me wrong, I listen to Jay-Z and I love hearing him talk big, but at least he really lives it. A lot of guys, it's all borrowed for the photo shoot.Indeed, where I'm from.
Brian Jones massacre: British police reinvestigate death of Rolling Stones’ guitarist
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”Indie” truly is the new “adult contemporary”: Michael McDonald sings on new Grizzly Bear single
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They do it at Occidental Park, they do it in Pike Place Market, and they do it at Kerry Park. At one point, someone flips through the air.
Originally published on Thu, Aug 27, 2009 at 4:17 PM
A weirdly persistent misspelling of local music/pet-control/art-heist concern the Abodox as Abadox made me unable to locate the band's web presence during a rather hectic last week, which was then used as the "jump-off" for a light-hearted Up & Coming preview:
Monday 8/31
Abodox, the Sugar Skulls, Sleepy Workers(Comet) When they're not battling deadly stray pit bulls or trying to "liberate" art from local taverns, the men of Abodox make music. Music with no web presence whatsoever. Metal? I'm going to guess metal. (Billmates the Sugar Skulls and Sleepy Workers both managed to erect MySpace pages, and they're, respectively, Zappa-inspired synth-and-violin art-core spastics and dour, bluesy post-punk with muddy and meandering instrumental passages.) Anyway, the Comet might want to keep an eye on that big red neon "C" tonight, in case those Abadox guys happen to "really appreciate" it. ERIC GRANDY
So, yes, the Abodox, when spelled correctly, has a myspace page. Mea culpa. (And, yes, they are decidedly metal.)
In Up & Coming:
Abodox, the Sugar Skulls, Sleepy Workers(Comet) When they're not battling deadly stray pit bulls or trying to "liberate" art from local taverns, the men of Abodox make music. Metal? I'm going to guess metal. (Billmates the Sugar Skulls and Sleepy Workers both managed to erect MySpace pages, and they're, respectively, Zappa-inspired synth-and-violin art-core spastics and dour, bluesy post-punk with muddy and meandering instrumental passages.) Anyway, the Comet might want to keep an eye on that big red neon "C" tonight, in case those Abadox guys happen to "really appreciate" it. ERIC GRANDY
Update: An important correction for the above preview.
For more concerts and music happenings, check out our searchable online music calendar.
Are you as famous in Portland as you are in Seattle?
"Hahahaha, No."
Maybe you need someone to help you develop different personalities for all major US cities. Perhaps I can help plan out the rest of your life out for you? Wouldn't that be nice of me?
"I don't have a girlfriend, so you can totally be my manager."

That's right, Ladies...Ben Lashes is SINGLE! Ben was found at the Crocodile Cafe for the late-night Harvey Danger performance this past Saturday. He confirmed that he now lives in Portland and seems to be really happy about it.




photos by Blush Photo

On "Headdress," Geronimo transfer This Heat's exhilarating, repetitive pummel and predilection for emergency-level frequencies (especially their track "Graphic/Varispeed") to dubstep's low-end fwoomp. The rest of the cuts on their MySpace reveal gripping, fractured slants on noisy post-rock that's informed by an early-Swans-like sense of crushing doom. Geronimo will appeal to those who like music that expresses extreme emotions wrapped in even more extreme sounds.
Their current tour doesn't include a Seattle date, but if you read this, Geronimo, please consider hitting us on your next jaunt.
ht: @ptgrw via Twitter
Megan Seling on Carousel Festival:
Whitney Ballen, 1985, Dennis Driscoll, Generifus, Blanket Truth, Dimples, Head Bangs, Grr(Cairo) For the fourth year, Carousel Festival celebrates the diversity of Seattle's DIY music community with a weekend of all-ages shows (Fri—Sun Aug 28—30), featuring over 30 bands playing at venues including Healthy Times Fun Club, Gallery 1412, Cairo gallery, and others.
There's some great talent on the roster this year, with a little bit of something to please everyone. On Saturday night, heavy and hard trio Helms Alee play at the Greenhouse, along with Patrol, Partman Parthorse, and Weekend (aka Ryann Donnelly of Schoolyard Heroes and Mark Gajadhar of Past Lives and Champagne Champagne). Sunday afternoon, starting at 1:00 p.m., the uniquely voiced Whitney Ballen plays the Cairo gallery with 1985, Dennis Driscoll, and more. If you're unfamiliar with Ballen, imagine a slightly less Muppety Joanna Newsom minus the harp. She's incredible.
In Up & Coming:
Autolux, Past Lives, Mini Mansions(Neumos) There's a reason that L.A.'s Autolux, since their formation in 2000, have been praised by critics, been personally invited by Trent Reznor to tour with Nine Inch Nails, and played at both Coachella and All Tomorrow's Parties, even though they have only one full-length record to their name—they're fucking great (and residual love for their old act, Failure, probably doesn't hurt either). Their cinematic shoegaze ranges from haunted guitar-driven rock ("Audience No. 2") to aggressive electronic instrumentals ("Fat Kid"). It's all held down by the impeccable drumming of Carla Azar, who, by the way, was once told she'd probably never play drums following an accident. An experimental surgery got her back behind the kit—and hearing her play now, I'm not completely convinced that "experimental" aspect didn't involve replacing her arm with some kind of cybernetic metronome. MEGAN SELING
Busdriver, Abstract Rude, Open Mike Eagle(Chop Suey) Busdriver was born into hiphop (his father wrote the screenplay for Krush Groove!), and now he can't make his own fast enough. Big brainy words fly from his mouth like furious bees, over beats that draw rich melodicism from all over. My favorite Busdriver track remains Fear of a Black Tangent's "Avantcore," where the man's playful logorrhea finds a home amid a beat built around Can's "Turtles Have Short Legs" (the B-side to the Tago Mago single "Halleluwah"; Busdriver is the type of rapper who makes you Google obscure Can tracks). DAVID SCHMADER
For more concerts and live music, check our online music calendar for a complete listing of events.

Well. I'm sorry for your poor mother.
Also, you have roughly three-ish hours (if you're a tad fashionably late) to get your perverted fanny to Re-Bar for something called "Magnum VII". (A Sylvia O'Stayforemore production!) The event promises to feature all of the above, plus things like mysterious guest DJs, and performances by, among others, Sylvia O'Stayforemore, who, among boys in dresses, has no equal.
Hurry.
Re-Bar. (1114 East Howell, of course.) 10:30-'til-you-get-laid. $5.
HURRY!
First they said it was canceled; that it wasn't going to happen at all...

But that was all a clever lie. A ruse. A canard!
For indeed, they met en masse at Cal Anderson Park this morning—people! tons of them!— at 10am to learn the proper choreography. You HAD to be there, and know the choreography, or they wouldn't tell you where the damn thing was actually going to happen—which was in three places, dotted all over town. Occidental Park. Pike Place Market. Kerry Park! And then, suddenly, at 1:10pm...at 2:05...and at again 3:00pm...in those three places respectively...THIS happened...
People! Beating it! All over the damn place!
Astonishing.
Happy dead birthday, Michael Jackson! Happy, happy dead birthday, indeed!
(Thanks Ruby Aquino and friends for the video!)
It's been 13 years since Buffy Sainte-Marie has released new material. I saw her recent album in Everyday Music a few weeks ago, and thought about picking it up. I passed it over for a re-release of an old Waterson family cd.
I'm heading out tomorrow to pick up Buffy's new CD though.
This morning Buffy was interviewed on NPR by Scott Simon. While he is not my favorite NPR personality, the interview came off as intelligent and jovial. The last is hardly a word I would ever use to describe Buffy Sainte-Marie. As a strident First Nations advocate she has traveled the world and written songs of protest in support of Native Americans and other first people all over the world. She more known for her stridency and sometimes her slightly off-putting skepticism and suspicion of government, than her playfulness and laughter. Her interview this morning showed her to be a multi-faceted personality whose rich repertoire and history show her to be probably the most interesting person to come out of the Vanguard folk scene of the early '60s.
She charmingly talked about her early days as a folk rube, selling off great songs for $1 (only having to buy them back later for $25,000), as well as her time in the '70's spent taking off from recording to raise her son Cody and star on Sesame Street.
I looked a while back for some footage on Youtube of Buffy in those days and NPR came up with this doozy.
The interview ended with Buffy singing her anti-war/anti-apathy anthem "Universal Soldier".
It is well worth the listen, engaging and funny. Check it out here. It includes two new songs and another video of her playing her mouth bow on "Cripple Creek" with Fred The Wonder Horse on Sesame Street.
Note to the reader: If you are unaccustomed to Sainte-Marie's voice, you are either in for a treat, or your worst nightmare. I happen to love strange vocalizations, but my boyfriend hates her. Buffy is an acquired taste, but like wine, once you get used to it, it's addictive.
Harvey Danger(Crocodile) This isn't the first time Harvey Danger have broken up. The impeccable, charming pop band have made a joke out of it in the past, playing an annual "Last Show Ever" for years, so at first I approached this so-called farewell with skepticism. Wishful thinking be damned, this time it's not a joke; after this weekend, they will never play music together again. Their last all-ages show was yesterday, and tonight they'll perform two shows at the Crocodile. MEGAN SELING
Megan Seling on Carousel Festival:
Patrol, Police Teeth, Kidcrash, Helms Alee, Partman Parthorse, Fist Fite, Weekend(Greenhouse) For the fourth year, Carousel Festival celebrates the diversity of Seattle's DIY music community with a weekend of all-ages shows (Fri—Sun Aug 28—30), featuring over 30 bands playing at venues including Healthy Times Fun Club, Gallery 1412, Cairo gallery, and others.
There's some great talent on the roster this year, with a little bit of something to please everyone. On Saturday night, heavy and hard trio Helms Alee play at the Greenhouse, along with Patrol, Partman Parthorse, and Weekend (aka Ryann Donnelly of Schoolyard Heroes and Mark Gajadhar of Past Lives and Champagne Champagne). Sunday afternoon, starting at 1:00 p.m., the uniquely voiced Whitney Ballen plays the Cairo gallery with 1985, Dennis Driscoll, and more. If you're unfamiliar with Ballen, imagine a slightly less Muppety Joanna Newsom minus the harp. She's incredible.
In Up & Coming:
The Maldives, Shim, Thee Emergency, Pickwick(Tractor) Like a lot of Seattle bands, the Maldives have been filming for an upcoming "reality-style" MTV web series, directed by Stranger Genius Award winner and Humpday darling Lynn Shelton, called $5 Cover (a previous $5 Cover was shot in Memphis and can be seen online now). The Maldives, along with costars (and Cosmic Panther Land Band-mates) the Moondoggies, should make fine representatives for Seattle's twangy, bearded, and beflanneled roots-rock scene. Back in real reality, tonight is the first of a three-night stand at the Tractor to celebrate the release of the Maldives' new sophomore album, Listen to the Thunder. Which, if lead single "Tequila Sunday" is any indication, will be full of country-tinged tunes as carefully composed and accented (fiddle here, steel guitar there, brass popping up unexpectedly on the chorus) as they are boozy and loose. ERIC GRANDY
The Purrs, Black Nite Crash, Blood Red Dancers(Sunset) Tonight, local psychedelic pop quartet the Purrs celebrate the release of their new full-length, Amused, Confused & More Bad News. If you're a fan of the Dandy Warhols, consider the Purrs your new best friends. Wah-wah'd guitar solos are in full effect on songs like the spacey "Sister" and the more jangly "Fear of Flying." Opening the show are Blood Red Dancers, who are on the other side of the spectrum. The Purrs are floating around in a drug-induced daydream, while Blood Red Dancers get down and dirty with a heavy blues sound. MEGAN SELING
Orgone, Yogoman Burning Band, Eldridge Gravy and the Court Supreme(Neumos) Some old civic pride probably plays a hand in why I like Bellingham's Yogoman Burning Band—essentially a vehicle for drummer/vocalist/composer Jordan Rain's rock-steady/reggae interpretations. Rain used to spin old soul, R&B, and rock-steady records at Bellingham's late, great 3B Tavern, and his deep appreciation of the genres shows in YBB's music, which takes a vaguely reggae tone, complete with a horn section and a fashioned Jamaican patois. This all may sound a bit derivative, but there's something disarmingly earnest about Rain's delivery. And cuts like "You Trouble/LGBT (Got Your Back)," "If You Don't," and "Up All Night" are undeniably catchy. GRANT BRISSEY
Nickelback, Hinder, Papa Roach, Saving Abel(Gorge Amphitheatre) A common justification for illegally downloading music is that most albums suck except for one or two songs. Yet Nickelback still garner substantial album sales. Is it because they write classic records packed fore and aft with timeless tracks? No. They've merely tapped into a lowest-common-denominator market that spreads their fan base wide and shallow, ensuring casual music consumers will buy their records. Eventually, these fans will grow irritated spending $15.99 on songs that are on the radio every 20 minutes and that grow stale after a few listens. They'll begin to view those purchases as representative of all albums and opt to acquire music in an even more casual and cost-effective manner: online. Platinum-selling bottom feeders like Nickelback aren't sustaining the music industry; they're destroying it. BRIAN COOK
Coconut Coolouts, Sex Church, Defektors, Sister Wife(Funhouse) Have you ever seen that YouTube video where some dad is having a birthday party and a kid sprays some Silly String on him as he's blowing out the candles and, who knew, it's highly flammable and the dad's whole head catches on fire and everyone starts screaming and jumping around? That's the kind of party the Coconut Coolouts like to play. And this show with Sex Church and Defektors—both from Canada, "The Land of Milk and Party"—will turn the Funhouse into an exceptionally festive occasion. Especially if the Coolouts play that crazy new jam "I Wanna Come Back (From the World of LSD)." If they play that one, someone's definitely gonna end up in party jail. KELLY O
For more live music and shows, you can do a quick search of our online calendar.
PonyBoy and Fucking In The Streets and DJ Colby B will be spinning—the favorites, the regulars, the stars. But there will also be Will and Sean B (“SPANK DJs”) fresh from NYC, and it's going to be a sick disco-indie-mash-up-mansex paradise. Can’t you feel it?
The doors fly open at 9pm, and the cover is only $5 before 11pm (but everyone knows that that’s really when it gets going). Chop Suey. (1325 East Madison.) Tonight! (Did I mention that already?) TONIGHT. TONIGHT!!!
TMZ is reporting that DJ AM was found dead in his New York apartment this evening.
(If I were one to entertain conspiracy theories, I'd point out that DJ AM, who, as we all know, survived a plane crash in 2008, was found dead on the same day The Final Destination opens in theaters, which is the fourth movie in a series of movies about people who survive a tragic accidents only to get stalked by and ultimately done in by death itself.)
Noel Gallagher has quit Oasis; his statement:
“It’s with some sadness and great relief to tell you that I quit Oasis tonight. People will write and say what they like, but I simply could not go on working with Liam a day longer.“Apologies to all the people who bought tickets for the shows in Paris, Konstanz and Milan.
Tough break, Milan.
Wisconsin's Woody McBride (aka DJ ESP) returns to Seattle to put on another veritable seminar in hard acid-techno DJing. Roman Zawodny, who records for McBride's renowned Communiqué label, and KnightridersKnightriders Inc. jocks/promoters Travis Baron and Goner will also bring the heat. High-quality, banging techno, going after hours in a large underground space: It might take you back—or propel you forward.
SUBspace (formerly Bud's Jazz Records), underneath 102 S. Jackson St @ 1st Ave,, 10 pm-4 am, $10 donation, 21+. RSVP here.
Those sassy pants over at Babeland, my #1 all-time-favorite-sex-toy-store-in-the-world, um, they sent me a new toy:

DJ your orgasm with the fabulously innovative Freestyle, from our friends at OhMiBod. Freestyle is the world’s first music-responsive vibrator combining state-of-the-art technology, ease of use, and unparalleled satisfaction; just hook it up to your iPod/iPhone/mp3 player/home audio system, and thrill to the rhythmic vibrations your favorite bump-and-grind music provides (or set it on manual to use like a regular vibrator). The wireless controls, shower-friendly insertable body, and 25-foot remote range liberate you to dance, gyrate, and come closer to the music than you’ve ever come before. And when you’re done exploring the seven programmed vibration patterns (adjustable independently from intensity with simple controls), just plug it in for two hours to recharge for up to five hours of continuous use. Perfect for the techie or music lover in your life!
They wondered if I might like to test it out before tomorrow's in-store event, "Sex and Rock N Roll", 8/29, from 3-6 pm, at Babeland, Capitol Hill. Problem is, I can't decide on a song. Please help!