

You will go to Graceland—located at 3734 Elvis Presley Blvd, Memphis, TN 38116—at some point. It's just a matter of time.
Do take:
Pills (uppers—there's a lot to see and do)
Weed (there's a jungle room and horses in the pasture)
Cocaine (A LOT TO SEE AND DO AND TALK)
Booze (but be careful chugging to much, you're not allowed to visit the bathroom upstairs because Elvis entered heaven through the toilet)
Nothing (Graceland is awesome on its own)
Do not take:
Mushrooms (again, jungle room and horses)
Acid (see previous)
Pills (downers—unless you really want to commune with Elvis)

More beautifully disturbing photos after the jump!

"Set for release on June 18, 2013, the package marks the first-ever complete Sublime concert to be officially released on DVD and CD. This new release also celebrates the 25th anniversary of the seminal Long Beach, CA band, who performed their first official show on July 4, 1988 and went on to release a string of critically acclaimed hit singles."
Iggy blames Link Wray for everything.
And then the Stooges played "Job," a track off'a their new LP, Ready To Die.
Based Tumblrs unite! Vice President of the Based House Keyboard Kid will be performing a very RARE show at High Dive tonight with goth-rap group and fellow cloud-rap virtuosos BLKHRTS.
Denver outfit BLKHRTS keep showing up in music writers' dreams as the unbelievably musically literate rap startup who sample '80s synth pop and art house films (as if that's never happened before), but what they do differently for me is effortlessly combine the excruciating aesthetic of goth/black metal with rap (an idea which has previously only been fit to set on fire and roll down a hill). Embodying the original spirit of Ice-T's pig-hating hardcore project Bodycount—afropunk sans gutiars, poetic at their densely black center—BLKHRTS' lust for heavy, shortness-of-breath causing synth and percussive raps are establishing them as the gothic architects of the cloud rap church (or CHRCH, as it were).
Keyboard Kid, as you may know, is a local hero and co-founder of the very influential, infinitely positive based movement, who's sensitivity to popular culture invades his every beat. His prolificacy has moved his music beyond the based movement and into the purview of every rapper —from Seattle to Oakland, Miami to New York, and parts inbetween— who hopes to someday release a mixtape, by offering his beats to bidders high and low (true story: I even bought a beat from him once). His latest Based In The Rain 3 and Rare Drops From The Water experiment with his Water God persona and it's control over the foggy sounds that are the life giving elements of the cloud.
Also making an appearance are Jewels Hunter and Iron Mic. 8pm, $7
Mood-elevating psych-garage lifer Brother JT has joined the Thrill Jockey roster and will be releasing his new long player, The Svelteness of Boogietude, May 14. (There will not be a better album title this year; bank on it.) You can check out a track from Boogietude—"Celebrate Your Face"—after the jump. But first, feast your senses on Brother JT's hallucinogenic talk show Trippin' Balls, featuring musician/space case Twig Harper. If you thought The Late Late Show With Tom Snyder was far out, brace yourself for the absurdity banquet that is Trippin' Balls.
Bonus: Thrill Jockey' s provided an illuminating interview with Brother JT (aka John Terlesky, former leader of the Original Sins) after the jump.
Why and what?! Click the photo to find out what-the-fucks...
I swear to GOD, I think residents Explorateur and Veins' sike/prog/weirdo/rock night, {{{¡DISTORTIONS!}}}, are destined to take over the Emerald Shitty and turn our grey, dank reality into some type of technicolor dream full of sunlight, flowers and smiles. Seriously. They seem to be playing every other night, and thusly are ownin' it like they BONIN' it. It's quite awesome, actually. That said, it is no surprise tonight's {{{¡DISTORTIONS!}}}, at Lo-Fi, is LOADED!
Right, so, in addition to Explorateur and Veins spinning, tonight's Lo-Fi edition features a LIVE music set from space-rock cadets, Tokyoidaho. But...that ain't all!! Tonight's special guest DJ is THEE Don McGreevy, who himself has a Monday night residency at West Seattle's West 5, as well as manning the drum thrones for Earth, Yada Yada Blues Band, and Master Musicians Of Bukkake. ALSO: tonight is acting as a CELEBRATION of THEE Don McGreevy's 40th birthday! Happy birfday and welcome to the club, Mac!
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Read it "Weenies" and then Rage Against The Machine:
Yo, my alcoholic brothers and sisters, your watering hole is about to shutter its doors soon, so drink up, you weed hating yuppies! Drown those sorrows of fucking up your code writing and passing it off as some new form of art grunge. Face it, you're a weenie if you need to face the day with a Martini (plus one for your pet monkey friend(s), and start smoking as much weed as humanly possible. Seattle needs more THC and less alcohol to keep our local government officials from killing this sleepy fishing village (remember: Free Ballard!), and turning it into some lame cousin to Boston, minus the blue-bloods and landed aristocracy.
Great article about the Zeitgeist of modern day Seattle...home of the Velvet Foam, expensive condos, and a culture of youth who consider anything with a ball played on a field or in a stadium, "art." Yes, that's you, you Martini mamby pambies. Rage against the machine, don't sit at your desk at Amazon and think you're a genius for figuring out a way to take out Barnes and Noble. Turn on, tune in and drop out. Uh, huh! I'm talkin' Timothy Leary here, a real intellectual who was a tenured Harvard professor who would never lower himself to a two Martini high. Go deeper, man! Don't aim for the floor (you inebriated fools) aim for the sky, as Seattle's own Jimi Hendrix implored. That takes an expanded mind, one that is educated, and appropriately filled with any manner of drugs that help you see, you can't make it out of this life alive. Swing for the fences. Roll a fat one, kick back, and turn up Soundgarden's "Outshined" (not "moonshined") to ten, and buck the lemming trend. Free your mind, and your sorry ass will follow.—Posted by LastSeattleHipsterTurnTheLightsOff
I completely slept on rapper Antwon last year, but thanks to the announcement from Greedhead kingpin Himanshu on "the twitter" that the San Jose native would be releasing an album on his label, I've been listening ever since.
His latest release, End Of Earth, is a pleasant cross pollination of the by-now-practically-patented Seattle drug n' thug style and a mellow-hyphy Bay Area tone. Rapping over production by the likes of the rising Steel Tipped Dove and the recently retired Big Baby Gandhi (sad face) dude paints a typical tough guy persona over horror movie score on one track, then drops a some red cup party rhymes over new jack era beats the next:
Old guard hiphop sentinels have developed the annoying habit of labeling these cats '"Tumblr rap", but I call it enjoyable, and Antwon calls it free over on his bandcamp, so have a listen.
This parody of "Thift Shop" is appropriate, given Washington's new law (it even has an appearance by Mr. "Thrift Shop" himself!):
Here comes the sad news, Ben McIsaac will be relocating from our little rain-city of a village to the glamorous, yet roach-ridden drags of Brooklyn, New York. Now before you “Booooooo” and throw your rotten tomatoes, you have to hear my good news! All four of McIsaac's bands are burning a hole in his pocket and there's still time for one final Ben Fest! You want crusty, thrash punk? Have a friend babysit your bandana'd dog and get to the show on time for the reunion/demolition of Enforcer. Hopefully they'll bust out their fierce rendition of Talking Heads' "Psycho Killer." Next we have the catchy pop/punk coating over a surf rock candied center which is Sweet Pups. Erica Brunner (McIsaac's better half) lays down the tasty guitar riffs, coaxing your feet to move to the effervescent beat. Did I mention there's a fucking keytar?
Then there's this douchebaggery of a hardcore band called Don Peyote. I highly recommend you save your choice heckling and empty cans purely to hurl at these folks. My only request is that you take it lightly on the guitar player as she, me, is currently undergoing cosmetic surgery to become the next Vanna White and my botox injection sights are still healing. At this point in the evening, those in the gambling community can place their bets on how much longer McIsaac will be able to stay upright under his own power. Perfect timing for one of the most beer-scented, forked tongued, almost seven years strong straight up punk bands, Shit Gets Smashed to take to the streets and play their LAST SHOW EVER. It's gonna be a slobber knocker and it's all going down this Saturday, the 12th at the Black Lodge. Come bid Ben McIsaac bon voyage and bring a plastic poncho, things may get a little weird.
Yesterday Mr. Segal asked "What’s the greatest rock song by an Australian band?" His answer, obviously, was Coloured Balls' "That’s What Mama Said." I LOVE that song!! However, it's a tough call to pick the BEST Oz rock track, but I'm gonna TRY - my pick is Zoot's heavy sike jam "Strange Things." It's a bit of spring, 1968 released in 1970.
Also of note: The D-Coys "You're Against" and Robbie Peters' SLAYING of the Zombies' "She Does Everything For Me."
Brutal Vaginas: Author Laina Dawes sheds light on being a black female in the metal scene with her new book, What Are You Doing Here?.
Buy, Buy My Darling: The Misfits are releasing a new live album, Dead Alive on February 5th!
Get Your Snark On: New Season of Portlandia starts this Friday!
Punk Money Burning A Hole In Your Pocket?: Good! Cause for $199 you can purchase the new NOFX box set including ALL released material and a pair of Fat Mike's fudge-tracked boxers* (*Fat Mike's fudge-tracked boxers may or may not exist).
Send Your Eardrums to Rehab: You love Motorhead. You love headphones. Then you'll love Motorhead headphones.
Pot Head: Lil Wayne gets the word "BAKED" tattooed on his head. He's just doing what we're all thinking.
I Can't Drive...65!!!: Driving 90mph in a 65mph zone while possessing marijuana doesn't bode well with CHIP. Watch Frank Ocean sweeten the deal with a suspended license.
Trippy Canvas: What can you make out of ink, white-out and, coffee? This psilocybin of a video.
Do you remember that rapper Riff Raff, who's coming back to Nectar tonight for all ages (5pm) and 21+ (9pm) shows, made a song about Seattle?

"Y'all know what 'molly' is? Well when you get really pure molly, from Germany or Australia, it's in little rocks. So when you have a little bottle of those, and you shake it"—here he imitates the motion—"it's a Versace baby rattle. So 'Versace baby rattle'"...he trailed off. "Got me Sleepless In Seattle," we finished, in unison. "Yeah", Riff Raff said. Around his neck was the mixed-fruit colored diamond Cheshire Cat chain Diplo gave him for signing to Mad Decent. His hair was in crisp curls, like translucent blonde bacon, his Miami-hued Brian Bosworth BluBlockers smudgeless, his Picasso jacket very rare. Hit up Nectar tonight, you might see "Griffey Junior, Griffey Senior in the limousine-a."
Yeah, Boiiii!: Completely overdue for this belated honor—Heart, Rush, and Public Enemy among others are inducted to Rock Hall of Fame.
And, the Award Goes To...: Just a reminder, Seattle beats out Portland as the #1 hipster capitol of these United States. Let's have a big round of applause for our American Spirit spirit.
Down in It: No longer laying dormant, Trent Reznor busies himself with the release of Nine Inch Nails greatest hits collection and, something that may interest you Spotify users, an up-and-coming music streaming service called Daisy.
Get Your Ears Wet: Santa plans on destroying your stocking hung with care by hastily shoving Hot Water Music's Live In Chicago 3 LP/2 CD/1 DVD release into it. Santa will also drop a deuce in the toilet and not flush.
MDMA in the U.S.A.: The hiphop community is reportedly getting their kicks off a derivative of ecstasy called Molly, which is enjoying a popular uprising. Wasn't the Chronic good enough?
Did you see this in the morning news? The last two sentences are particularly good. Olympia knows how to party.