As I write this, as I live and breathe, it's some days after the Seahawks clinched their Super Bowl spot—and motherfuckers are still talking about what Richard Sherman said, and how he said it. That helped make for (what Twitter user @dudmatic called) "the most racist MLK Day since the year before they started celebrating MLK Day." Props go to Sherman for breaking down exactly what the American media and its parade of bloated, bloviating talking heads mean when they use the word "thug." Even worse, by the time you read this, they'll still be talking that shit, unless Canada's sweetheart Justin Bieber takes precedence. Kiev and everywhere else can burn, I guess.
Meanwhile, you can still taste your NYE hangover, but January is about to be over; one down, 11 to go—this is your year, how's things? Friday, January 31, there are a couple shows that fall under this column's purview—first is Seattle's the Nightcappers (featuring former members of Disjointed Isotopes), whose jovial early-'00s throwbackpack vibe is very Puget Sound People Under the Stairs. This night, though, they're teaming up with Gran Rapids' Jay Battle to present Battlecaps at the High Dive. Also rocking: Kublakai, Tricericorn, the Halves Two, and Akrish.
At the Neptune that same night: chillwave maker Washed Out and LA's Kisses perform with Seattle trippy kids Kingdom Crumbs—who next month are writing/recording their next album in the also-chill environs of the Doe Bay Resort.