Happy Walpurgisnacht! Merry Beltane! It's time to flex your Maypole, you fabulous hell-bound freaks.
Comeback at Chop Suey!
To tell you the truth, I'm deeply saddened and troubled by the fact that our own lovely DJ Fucking in the Streets will no longer be involved in this event (like I told you all earlier, he was fired for being too damn gay—tell everyone you know), but I might just amble over and poke my little head in for a few seconds anyway, to see if the event will live. (If, of course, I'm not busy sacrificing virgins to the devil and setting shit on fire. WALPURGISNACHT!) DJ Bret Law will be guesting, along with the remaining regulars. Will the event survive the missing F.I.T.S.? We shall see, we shall see. $5 cover before 11pm, doors at 9-ish, 1325 East Madison.
And if not that, THIS!
Evenings with Carlotta Sue Philpot at Annex Theater!
Now, here's a damn weird thing: Seattle Fringe theatre maven Carlotta Sue Philpot (AKA the irepressable Tory Mink) has cobbled togther a very special series of very, very special...well, in her own words:
Welcome to a very ’spayshul’ evening with Carlotta Sue Philpott. What makes this night any more special than any other night? Is it the Vienna Sausages & Rice Crispie Treats? No, Carlotta always has those on hand… Carlotta’s good natured smile or slight gleam of mischievousness? No, Carlotta’s always had her rascally un-P.C. ways. Carlotta staying up ‘extry’ late? No… she’s been stayin’ up past dark-thirty for YEARS! What makes this evening so special is that YOU have decided to come visit… & Carlotta LOVES havin’ company & a good story to tell. So why don’t you come on over, wipe yer feet off on the door mat, plop down your BE-hind on your fancy theater seat & let Carlotta take good care of you for an evening? Plenty of laughs (& maybe even a tear) plus a hearty heapin’ helpin’ of hospitality await you when you spend “Evenings with Carlotta.”
1100 East Pike Street, 11pm (LATE!), $10 at the door.
And if not that, THIS!
Sacrfice a Goat to the Dread Underworld Gods...They'll Grant You Dark Wishes!
What do you do when you see a little gamine swooning over the new Rodarte collection at Nordstrom? You Fetch her, of course.
How did you first discover Rodarte?
Aubrie Murphy: Vogue online. I was looking at one of the runway shows and it completely resonated with me. I just thought they were genius. I've been following them ever since.
Do you work in fashion?
I'm taking a metalsmithing course at Pratt this June, and I'll be taking the Apparel Design program at Seattle Central in the Fall.
I was surprised to hear, recently, how highly respected their program is.
They're one of the best in the country for apparel design.
Wanna tell me about what you're wearing?
What I'm wearing? Haha... well, this dress would be a special from H&M, our own Seattle H&M. Some very lovely tights from Bartell's. Haha... Bartell Drugs seems to do the trick sometimes. D&G flats.
If you had to dress like one celebrity for a year, who would it be and why?
Kirsten Dunst. Or Sofia Coppola. They wear the clothes, the clothes don't wear them. They exude confidence. If their clothes were a record, it would be ambient surf-rock.
REI is a fashion don't, and other shockers, after the jump.
You can get a sneak preview of dark country star Kris Kristofferson's Please Don't Tell Me How The Story Ends: The Publishing Demos 1968-72 via this stream on NPR. The collection comes out May 11 on Seattle label Light in the Attic.
You can also check out a conversation between Kristofferson and country-music legend Charlie Louvin here.
Ladies and gentelmen (in a manner of speaking), I give you the indomitable duo Luxury A.K. (DJ LA Kendal and MC Adraboo):
In what must be hailed as a most wonderful opportunity for people who can't/don't want to go to Sasquatch, or people who love the band so much they'll happily attend this reunion tour more than once, Pavement is playing at the Paramount on Sunday, September 5.
To buy tickets, go here.
Or, if you would like a free pair of tickets to Pavement at the Paramount, simply tell us why you deserve them more than anyone else. Responses can take any form you choose—haiku, essay, screed—and can run up to 500 words long. Submissions will be accepted until this Sunday at 11:59 pm, and should be sent to firstname.lastname@example.org.
The winner will be announced on Monday May 3 here on Line Out.
Everybody Was in the French Resistance... NOW!, Tea Cozies
(High Dive) Everybody Was in the French Resistance... Now! are a new duo led by Art Brut wag Eddie Argos dedicated to righting the wrongs of pop songs past, in the fine, storied tradition of "answer songs." So, their "Superglue" is a riposte to Elastica's "Vaseline," explained thus: "If Elastica had used superglue instead of Vaseline (or for that matter, heroin), maybe they would have stuck together." Har. Here's one I'd like to pitch: On Art Brut's "People in Love," Argos rationalizes breaking up by saying, "People in love lie around and get fat/I didn't want us to end up like that," which of course is a terrible reason to break up. Why can't people in love join a gym and get fit? Call the French Resistance song "People in Shape." Eddie, call me if you need a ghostwriter. ERIC GRANDY
You can read even more words about them here, in this piece by Ezra Ace Caraeff.
Now that you've done you're homework, are you convinced you need to go to tomorrow night's show? If so, e-mail your first and last name to email@example.com with Everybody Was in the French Resistance... NOW! in the subject line. Yes, you need to type it all out (or at least cut and paste the whole thing—I guess I won't know either way).
A winner will be picked TODAY at 5 pm, and put on the list with a +1.
Mochilla's concert series Timeless (where the music of James "Dilla" Yancey, Arthur Verocai, and Mulatu Astatke is paid tribute by over 150 musicians) is screening today at the Seattle Art Museum's Nordstrom Lecture Hall. Instead of screening each 72-miniute film back to back, all three will be cut up and re-imagined by OG Beat Junkie J.Rocc. It'll be something much like this:
Oh, wait. That's Christina Aguilera. And her bedazzled va-jay-jay. And her sad attempt at a comeback. As it turns out, she's not beautiful in every single way. BUT SHE IS SUBTLE!
If the fashion world has its rock stars— like Dolce & Gabbana, Jean Paul Gaultier— it now finally has its Kill Rock Stars. I think of Laura and Kate Mulleavy as outsider artists rather than pedigreed, by-the-book designers. They wear jeans and hoodies, and despite being worshipped by Vogue, the duo's brand Rodarte is definitely indie rock, not AAA radio. Kim Gordon is a fan.
I got a major kick out of meeting the Mulleavy sisters Downtown yesterday, where they hosted a preview of their Spring and Summer collection, behind a velvet rope on the second floor of Nordstrom. "How much do you think that costs?" I asked my friend Jenny, as she was gingerly petting a dress with an unfinished peach neckline and several layers of cool, starry tulle for the skirt. "Woah... Like, a thousand dollars?" she guessed. I aimed higher: "I bet more like 3,900." And if this were The Price is Right, I'd be headed to the Showcase Showdown right now.
Rodarte's designs are science fiction. But not of the robot, silicone and latex school— more like post-apocalyptic neo-tribal. To picture a typical Rodarte piece, rip three of your junior high spring dance dresses into long, loose strips and weave them together across a textured bodice. Or, release a giant woolly sweater from the confines of your attic and yank long strands from it to create fringe. You could ride bison in Rodarte. Conversely, some of the tops they had on display featured a pink knit so open, so loose, they were fragile as a cobweb. You'd be scared to wear something so delicate. Better hang it on the wall.
Going into the preview, I was merely interested. Coming out, I have a new fashion crush. The Mulleavy sisters were the most low-key people in the room. Both wore plain blue jeans. Kate had on a grey hoodie with tiny black figures drawn (or silkscreened?) on it, Laura wore her trademark Cleopatra-meets-The Fabulous Stains eye makeup and a little gold necklace that said "love." Everyone around them was wearing designer black and schmoozing, whereas they came off... real. (And here I was, afraid that I wouldn't be offered any of the mini tarts and caramel mousses being swanned around on silver trays, because my outfit cost less than my rent.)
Serious question: When writing about an all-female band, do you mention that they're all-female because being an all-female band is in itself a political, feminist act, or does mentioning that they're all-female just reinforce the idea that making music is mostly for men and that it's a curiosity or a novelty when a group of women do it?
Here's why I ask:
The electrifying, likembe- and scrapmetal-percussion-powered trance jams you should know and love as Congotronics will be gathered into a five-LP box set—as well as available as downloads—by Crammed Discs. The release features albums by Congolese musicians Konono Nº1, Kasai Allstars, and Staff Benda Bilili and will include Konono Nº1's new full-length, Assume Crash Position, and a 7" collab between Kasai Allstars and Akron/Family.
Orders will be processed in the first week of May (downloads will be emailed then, too) and box sets will be delivered in late June. Here is the only place you can order this item.
Press release after the cut.
As Shabazz Palaces, Butler fuses the sci-fi style of seminal NYC hip-hop label Definitive Jux with the head-nod haziness of L.A.'s Brainfeeder collective, creating a sound different from the Native Tongues-like sound of Digible Planets in their heyday.
Like the man said, "on the map since day one" (only now the whole world will be watching).
(Hat tip to Andrew Matson.)
Eluvium, Benoît Pioulard
(Vera) Not unlike the ambient compositions of artists like Brian Eno, William Basinski, and Stars of the Lid, Eluvium produces serene swaths of guitar and keyboards that can serve as a means to attaining peace of mind and/or a higher state of consciousness. While by no means suitable for filing in new age bins, Eluvium full-lengths like Lambent Material, Talk Amongst the Trees, and Copia cast becalming spells through beatific waves of minimalist guitar and piano, scrupulously fashioned into pieces of understated grandeur. These records—as well as the all-piano opus An Accidental Memory in the Case of Death—instill tranquility while also moving you to misty-eyed contemplation. DAVE SEGAL
Sleepy Eyes of Death, Feral Children, Talkdemonic
(Neumos) On their new mini-album, Toward a Damaged Horizon, local synth-rock quartet Sleepy Eyes of Death continue to do what they do best: epic, mostly instrumental scores that evoke French band M83 in their old John Carpenter—worshipping phase (rather than their more recent John Hughes mode). "The Sound of Light Breaking Down" leads with a burbling then glittering synthesizer arpeggio strung across a steady-driving live drumbeat—it's a little bit Knight Rider and a little bit Blade Runner, and it's probably destined for some slick remixes. Throughout the album, gaseous crescendos are broken up with drumrolling rock, give way to tightly sequenced motorik grooves, or are pierced by vocals vocodered until they sound like knives being sharpened. Live, SEOD back their high-volume assault with colored gels and much smoke, and it makes for one big, moody spectacle. ERIC GRANDY
The Beets, German Measles, the Coconut Coolouts
(Funhouse) The Beets are yet another Brooklyn band doing a bong-smoke-hazy take on classic '50s pop and the softer side of '60s garage rock—like a puckish punk band (their debut is called Spit in the Face of People Who Don't Want to Be Cool) playing an under-the-sea prom, but doing it more or less by the book. A lot of this stuff strikes me as incredibly lazy and boring—which, really, is kind of the vibe it's going for—but the Beets clearly have some quality hooks hidden under their mildly obfuscating reverb and tape hiss. German Measles are yet another another another another such band, a little messier and wilder, with songs like "Wild Weekend": "C'mon baby and party with me/Take some drugs and party with me/We're gonna have a wild weekend/Hey baby it's party time." The Coconut Coolouts would also like to party with you. ERIC GRANDY
Black Breath, Christian Mistress, Anhedonist, Swörming, Ubik
(Black Lodge) There's no question that at the end of the year, Black Breath's newest LP (and Southern Lord debut), Heavy Breathing, will earn top rankings in many a best-of list. With Converge guitarist Kurt Ballou working the knobs on the recording at his world famous GodCity studios, the Seattle band has channeled their love of Swedish metal riffing harder than ever before. But don't worry, Black Breath still ply a sound best described, by guitarist Zack Muljat, as "equal parts Motörhead and Discharge." And they'll continue to do so all over the world when they hop on a U.S. tour with Converge and Coalesce next month. Tonight's your chance to catch these dudes before the entire world knows their name. KEVIN DIERS
And there's always more in our complete music calendar listings.
I'm at a bar on my phone, so no preamble or links, but here it is, again from "We Are All Accelerate Reader" off of We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed:
"I was sick in my mouth/Because of the fear of the scent of the next girlfriend"
just because, damn, it hurts when you know a thing is gonna end and there's gonna have to be a "next girlfriend." damn.
Gavin Russom has long been a weird, shadowy figure on the fringes of the DFA. He's made frippy analog synth musings as one half of Delia Gonzalez & Gavin Russom (he was the latter half), he's produced flashy (and flashing) disco as Black Leotard Front, he's cranked out evil old-school acid as Black Meteoric Star, and most recently he's dabbled in ethnographically exploratory psychedelia with the Crystal Ark. Oh, and he's been manning the modular synths for LCD Soundsystem on latest album This is Happening (whose inspired rant "Pow Pow" provides this post's title) and the band's current tour.
So, about that FACT Magazine, Russom recently recorded an installment for the outlet's outstanding DJ mix series of band and DJ mixes. It's great and just what you'd expect from the more recent half of his career: 50 minutes of classic techno and wild synth oscillations. You can hear it here.
LCD Soundsystem plays Sasquatch Sunday May 30th; This is Happening is out May 17th and is streaming on the band's website.
*"1. The king wears a king-hat and lives in the king-house. 2. You're night will come, but tonight is our night, so you should give us all your drugs. 3. We have a black president and you do not, so shut up, because you don't know shit about where I'm from that you didn't get from TV."
Billy the Fridge: "Cadillac Rollin' Fat" (Featuring Gatsby and Barfly)
Describe what you do.
Fridge: I am an entertainer. I started working with local hip-hop back in 2001, out of high school. I dabbled in comedy, rap, even a short stint as a wrestler, trying to find outlets for creativity. I've always been a large human being, so playing up to my fatness was a key ingredient to my character. Now, I just perpetuate my fatness as a positive element, rather than the morbid undertones carried with obesity. Dangling a doughnut from a heavy chain around my neck helps turn stereotypes into conversation pieces.
Break down some of your speed eating techniques.
I'm very grizzled. I always drink a lot of water, as hydration is very important in a machine of my size. That helps to expand my stomach to hold more than your average amount. Also, I don't chew my food very much. It's probably a bad habit in the long run, but it works out well for this arena. Although this didn't work for sushi, some foods can be stacked for maximum intake.
How did your song “Cadlillac Rollin’ Fat” come about?
This song was a remix to a track I released on a local compilation Reigncraft Vol. 8, the original just having myself. I wanted to add some talent to the mix and make a classic rap track. I approached Gatsby (Larry Mizell Jr.) and Barfly of Oldominion as they are very witty, creative writers. I admire both of them a ton and was ecstatic when they said they'd do it. The song was produced and recorded by Isaac Meek of Undercaste Studios, which is recording home of Neema (Unexpected Arrival), Sol, the Let Go, and others). The track glorifies gluttony wasting gasoline in big-bodied cars and feeding recklessly at drive thru windows. It's about as American as you can get, in it's ugliest, purest form.
How do you speed eat? What’s your inspiration?
My process is really just to stuff my face. Try and add some comedy in between, up the theatrics to make it look like more of a process. Try not to be boring while gorging yourself, it is a spectacle after all. Inspiration comes from the carnival aspect of competitive eating. It's a dirty, fun sport and it celebrates fatness. I'm all about being larger than life.
How did you get into speed eating?
It was a fun hobby, trying to best a cocky friend over a giant burrito or get my picture on the wall of a burger joint. Then The Saturday Knights had their doughnut eating contest with Top Pot and Barfly told me to get in on it. His wisdom is so jaded and precise, it turned out being a big step into the public eye for me. The World League of Competitive Eating saw some footage of the event and brought me into their company. Also, within a month or so of this win, I got booked on my first local show and that began my climb upwards into a public music career.
You play up your speed eating in your music.
Once I started to take off as the Doughnut Champ of Seattle, I decided to work it into my music. I held a CD Release party for my disc Billy the Fridge's Million Dollar Fantasy Freak Show at the now closed King Cobra. I hosted a Local Celebrity Invitational Half-Dozen Doughnut Eating Challenge where Seattle Semi-Pro Wrestler Ronald McFondle chopped up a doughnut with a credit card and attempted to snort it. Champagne Champagne’s Pearl Dragon ended up winning that competition after a very close finish. As host to the event, I didn't compete, but Pearl and I still have an open challenge for a taco eating contest.
How does a speed eating contest go down? What are the rules? Do you specialize in any certain foods?
The rules are usually to set a time limit, but could also be the first to finish a set quantity. Some rules allow you to chipmunk the food, filling your mouth with whatever you can by the time limit, so long as you swallow it all in the long run. Others discourage this act. Sometimes you are allowed to dunk or wet your food, other times this is not allowed. If the rules are not clear early, you pretty much must take advantage off all the tactics at hand, as others are likely to do so as well. Some people will go so far as to sneak food into their water glasses and other places, rather than finish it. This is almost always a big no-no. I think my specialty is doughnuts. Due to their consistency, I can pretty much down a Top Pot in five or so bites, with water for lubricant.
The Fridge recently competed in a sushi eating contest at Blue C Sushi then had a show at Blue Moon Tavern. He ate seventy pieces in seven minutes, then went to the Blue Moon and rocked the house. Notes on these activities by the Fridge himself after the jump: