Heartland Gallery was hoppin' for a Monday night, which was not surprising, considering the touring act: Colleen Green, bringing with her a brand new album titled Sock it to Me.
Blooper did not mess up.
After a somewhat stressful, but ultimately WORTH-IT first-time Car2Go experience (I am so done with parking tickets! You hear me Municipal Court?? Confidential to Municipal Court: I did move after two hours! What is your problem? I'm going to start spelling it Munici Court, because there is NO PAL THERE.), I walked in as Blooper was setting up, and I was glad to finally get a chance to see them. Fronted by Adriano Santi, who wrote a pile of songs by himself before putting together a live band, Blooper reminds me of the first gulp of catchy rock n' roll someone's way cool older brother played when summers were suddenly about complicated social interactions and discovering what makes the opposite-sex tick. Mix together scraggly garage jams with bright, sugar-pop and the hook from the Beatles' "I'm Happy Just to Dance with You." And red-flavored Kool-Aid. And sunscreen.
Sorry, White Fang!
I missed Portland's White Fang due to some neighborhood shenanigans, but I did make it back for Colleen's set. While Colleen seems to play solo more often than not, I was excited to see that she had brought along her sometimes-backing-musician Marisa of Mannequin Pussy—my first and favorite CG show had Marisa and Colleen side by side, dark sunglasses and hair, guitar and bass. That must have been over two years ago at the Sunset? DANG. Anyway, Marisa is the perfect addition to Colleen's live set of simple, extra fuzzed and melodic heartache tunes. Her trusty drum machine was balanced better than it was the last time I saw her in Austin (a leetle tooo loud), and though the dancing was minimal, the tightly packed crowd still seemed to be enjoying themselves in a stoned, captivated way.
Colleen Green did not cover "Sunglasses at Night."
Colleen's new songs sounded great—"You're So Cool" and "Darkest Eyes" were especially satisfying, since I've been listening to the recordings regularly since Sock it to Me came out a few months ago.
This Sunday, April 28, the wonderful Cha Cha Lounge is hosting Ill Will, a music benefit for the wonderful non-profit Country Doctor Community Health Centers. Headlining the show will be Crypts, Eternal Badd and Into Violence. Donations will be accepted at the door.
In case you don't know, the Country Doctor Community Clinic and Carolyn Downs Family Medical Center have been providing comprehensive patient care for 40 years, regardless of patients' ability to pay. That's the real deal.
During my most recent travels, I was fortunate enough to run into my ol' gal pal, Margaret at a local pub. You may know her as the Iron Lady, the longest serving British Prime Minister of the 20th century and only woman to have held that office. To me, she was Margie aka Large n' In-Charge Marge. She was a brilliant woman who thought outside the box and was known for her uncompromising politics and leadership style. She loved Wes Anderson films, playing dominoes, and a good rugby match. Most of our time together was spent photocopying images to make punk-rock style music posters. Sadly, her time came to an end on Monday, suffering from a stroke at the young age of 87. I was lucky enough to look inside her purse before it was too late. Rest in power, sweet Maggie.
What kind of bag is that? Oh heavens.. I haven't the slightest idea. It is darling isn't it, darling?
Yes. Fabulous! How long have you had it? I've had it since 1983. I bought it as a gift for myself after being re-elected for the third time. I don't normally treasure such spoils, but what was a lady to do?
Do you think a purse is important in fashion? I highly believe a woman has certain powers that a man cannot resist. My handbag is something I can always have in my hands to remind everyone who we are and what we stand for. Being powerful is like being a lady… if you have to tell people you are, you aren’t.
Can we take a look inside? Well, sure, my dear!
• Pearl earrings • Green tea bags • Black tea bags • Eary Grey tea bags • Chamomile tea bags • Mr. Tea bags
I'd planned to stop by Easy Street's last night in Queen Anne on Friday and maybe catch some Yo La Tengo, but I knew I was too late even before I left the house. The 'net was going crazy with photos—the crowd gathered outside, the windows all fogged up, the piles of music outside for cheap.
We did stop by for a quick farewell but the cold was only bearable for a minute, so we headed to Add-a-Ball in Fremont to get rid of some quarters. Oh man, have you ever played Bride of Pinbot? It's a pinball game featuring a super-sexualized lady robot who makes hilarious "ooooohs" and "aaaaahs" when you get the ball right. Ahem. Moving on.
Lacking in a real plan for the evening, we knew it was time to play Ballard Roulette—a game that started as Funhouse Roulette (roll up to the Funhouse on a whim and see whatever band is playing no matter what). More after the jump!
Legend tells of a drummer whose talent for remaining upright and functional behind his drum kit after inhaling copious amounts of weed and downing what could amount to a kiddie pool full of Pabst Blue Ribbon, was known throughout the land. His resume consists of being in some of the finer underground punk and metal bands in the Seattle area. Ben McIsaac, the lab rat of drummers, has never been one to commit to a single band. He's always entertaining three or four at a time thus the long running, annual blooper reel event humbly known as Ben Fest, which pits all of McIsaac's bands on one quaint bill for one destructive evening.
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.
Don't forget! The awesome Jerick Hoffer and the Hedwig Band are playing tonight at the Sunset!
Get a sneak peek at the cast of Hedwig and the Angry Inch, playing January 15-27 at the Moore Theatre. Jerick Hoffer (Hedwig) and the show's band, The Angry Inch, will play a special rock show at the Sunset Tavern in Ballard on Monday, January 7. The band will play selections from the show's musical score by Stephen Trask plus a few additional glam-rock masterpieces.
Doors at 7pm // $6 (21+ only w/ I.D.) Sunset Tavern, 5433 Ballard Avenue NW
Are you shitting me?! Highline has made all of my dreams come true!! ALL YOU CAN EAT SPAGHETTI and $5 off regional beer pitchers PLUS a showing of Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers!! Dude, you can't beat it!! Gorgeasarus Rex Fest comes at you this Sunday, the 6th starting at 7pm. Put your wizard staff skills into action!
Sometimes those little rooms in Rock Box can get stupid expensive, and the Crescent (although always glorious in its own right) gets too crowded and takes forever to get your song in. Luckily I found my new favorite Karaoke place on Capitol Hill, Lucky 8's China House (next to Chop Suey.) Karaoke happens every Sunday, plus they serve super delicious organic Chinese food without MSG all late so you don't get food-tired while you are drinking a million cheap beers. The lovely staff didn't even get mad at me when I was the annoying drunk person who accidentally broke a beer bottle during the singing of Paula Cole's hit "Where Have All The Cowboys Gone."
We are NOT effing around with the newest, most SIZZLINGEST edition of the Friday Night Giveaway. Answer this Line Out trivia question and WIN BIG:
What was the name of the child born and raised in the post office line while Utilikilt Man pulled packages out of his hippie cart?
The first hot shot to answer correctly will receive the following incredible prizes:
· A Justin Beiber singing toothbrush (plays the songs "Baby" and "U Smile")! · A $4-off coupon for See's Candy (if you buy $40 worth, that is)! · A rose necklace I found in Cal Anderson Park a long time ago! · Two cough drop filled with cough suppressing goo! · Birthday candles! · TWO perfume samples! · A pumpkin spice lollipop (that tastes like Bath & Body Works)!
This post is part of a series to compare the best haunted houses in the Seattle area. Be on the lookout for others in the coming days. Share your opinions in the comments, if you'd like! This post comes from our dispatched haunt reporter Lacey Swain of the Coconut Coolouts and Charming Snakes.
Kitsap County is the place to be for authentic Halloween scares, and the Scrapyard Massacre is the perfect place to begin a haunted evening. After a ten or so mile drive from the ferry terminal in Bremerton you arrive at a real live auto wrecking yard in Belfair, WA that becomes a thrilling, mostly outdoors maze of frights.
This year's storyline involves some sort of zombie apocalypse quarantine situation where food is scarce so folks have resorted to eating dogs. It's a Libertarian paradise with Don't-Tread-On-Me types lurking around every turn, screaming about taxes, and urging you to save yourself. Scrapyard Massacre's best resource is its inherently creepy setting: smashed cars, oil barrels and other detritus line the maze that leads you through several different areas, both inside and out, and even the drive out there can creep you out if you're traveling with the right bunch of ghouls.
Our group waited outside in line in what was one of the first actual semi-heavy rains of the season for a little over an hour before we were let into the Massacre, and although we were soaked to the bone, the queue was good for awkward teenage date watching, complete with requisite creepy and costumed employees weaving through the line to scare unsuspecting patrons. Scrapyard Massacre is geared towards an older crowd, and it seems like they've put all the tween and under set to work within the haunt itself as Children of the Corn creepers because, honestly, children really are fucking terrifying, especially in the pouring rain in the middle of nowhere.
Last year one my cohorts pissed her pants twice at this thing, and this year we all got soaked, so, uh, bring some extra pants, too.
This post is part of a series comparing the best haunted houses in the Seattle area. Be on the lookout for others in the coming days. Share your opinions in the comments, if you'd like!
The long jaunt up to Snohomish, WA was our first haunt visit this year. With light traffic it only took 40 minutes from Seattle, which seemed fairly reasonable. One of the best things about haunts in Snohomish is that you're close to the middle of nowhere, so getting lost in a field of corn is a nice change from the bustle of city life. Stalker Farms is almost like an amusement park when it comes to a haunted farm—four different attractions plus a fantastic selection of food and drinks. The kettle corn was perfectly filling after two hours of fear and excitement. The apple cider, made by Seattle Street Donuts, was warm and comforting, as were the wonderfully sweet and spicy cardamom donuts.
Although there was a steady stream of drizzle the whole night, our extra clothes were sufficient for comfort—I suggest wearing boots or heavy shoes and a few layers. Though the lines never seemed overwhelmingly long, standing in the dark crisp night can make a person rather cold. Wear some gloves! Bring an umbrella! And although it goes against my middle class upbringing, you might want to spring for the VIP ticket on Fridays and Saturdays to bypass the lines, if the weather is bad, it's worth it.
Field of Scream entrance.
Our first excursion took us to the Field of Screams, which seems like the main attraction at Stalker Farms. I suggest a group of four people or less to get the full benefit of each scare—I visited Stalker Farms two years ago with a large group and was in the back, I didn't get scared once! Though Stalker Farms' website notes that you're supposed to take the haunted path at your own pace, you should be conscientious of those behind you.There's a chance that you may get too close to the group in front of you, if that's the case, pause and let them get ahead. Field of Screams has a dizzying array of trails and shacks to weave in and out of—it's wonderfully eerie, with quiet stretches of just corn and fog. The scares come when you least expect them, not when they would seem typical. One room was decorated in fake meat and another in actual garbage. The actors and costumes are totally professional and spooky, you will yell and scream!
by Dave Segal
on Fri, Oct 5, 2012 at 11:42 AM
All hail Kristina Childs! The Seattle DJ/promoter has brought back KRAKT, the wonderfully raunchy, hard-as-fuck techno night that used to electrify Re-bar for a few years in the '00s. Now happening every other first Friday at Electric Tea Garden, KRAKT—if past parties are indicators—should guarantee ALL CAPS, top-crotch techno thrills six times a year. Getting Spain's Pig & Dan (Igor Tchkotoua and Dan Duncan) to help you relaunch is a superb omen. These guys keep their techno creepy, mischievous, and driving, which will sound amazing in that crucial 2 to 5 a.m. time slot, when your mind is most liable to go wonky. Portland's Bryan Zentz is also worth staying up way past your bedtime for. If I may sample myself from a Stranger Suggests recommendation: "In his productions, Zentz locates the golden mean between propulsive, machinelike efficiency and libidinous rhythmic friction." That's what I'm talking about. Get KRAKT. With Roddimus and Miss Shelrawka. Friday, Electric Tea Garden, 10 pm–5 am, $15, 21+.
On Friday I went on down to Belltown for the Ariel Pink & Friends Decibel showcase. I missed BODYGUARD, but got there just in time for DaM-FunK, which was pretty DaM boring (I KNOW what the little hat he puts on the 'a' means, I'm making that joke either way HA HA). He started off with some promising funkiness, but it turned out to be just repetitive repetitiveness forever, eternally, without end, etc. There WAS a keytar involved though, which did add some points! Always points for keytars!
I saw Ariel Pink having a cigarette outside before his show and really wanted to crack his back and give him some posture tips like an overbearing aunt—"You're so cute! You just need to stand up straight! You're going to be hunched over by the time you're 50!"
I'm currently obsessed with the band Killing Joke, and spent most of the morning reading about their apocolypse-fearing trip to Iceland in 1982. Singer Jaz Coleman (who is currently missing) decided to quit the band after their third LP (1982's Revelations) and hid out from the end of the world (?!) in Iceland, with other band members soon to follow. Eventually, the world didn't end and they re-formed Killing Joke and recorded Fire Dances the next year.
But all of that is beside the point, because what I want to talk about is this fucked-up private documentary of the Xclusiv Nightclub in Batley, West Yorkshire from 1984. According to the YouTube notes, the video was commissioned by Annie and Pete Swallow, who managed the Xclusiv Nightclub. It's done in a investigative journalist style, with a phony reporter asking wonderfully inane questions and a ton of vintage footage of goons with giant rooster haircuts. It's two hours long and copies of the video were apparently sold to club patrons for £2.
The best part of the whole video is a woman in a David Bowie t-shirt (she loves David Bowie) who dances like she's auditioning for Cats on Broadway. Usually in the shadows is a forlorn punker in a leather jacket who's obviously in love with her, but the video doesn't confirm if they found each other on that dance floor. The nearly choreographed rendition of "Life on Mars?" at the end is absolutely stunning.
You can watch the whole thing below. It's two hours long. If you ignore the speed limit, you can drive to Vancouver in two hours.