
For you rabid fans, there is a copy of the Dorkness Darkness Permission To Rock bio currently on sale at the Capitol Hill Value Village.

If I'd written this y'all know it woulda been titled Permission To Rock? Permission... DENIED! Heh. Yeah. Also: They're still an active band? Who knew.

The record-geek magnet known as Big Dig happens Saturday May 11 at Vermillion Art Gallery & Bar. Early entry is at 1 pm ($10 fee), general admission runs from 3 pm-8 pm ($3).
As always with Big Dig, there’ll be DJs, beer, food, and a plethora of vinyl in lots of genres. Plus, the always scintillating bloviating about obscure music and inner-label minutiae by people with way more records than friends. This is definitely one of the area's finest record shows. Budget your life accordingly.
More info here.
FINALLY! Until this week the records at our local ValVil were basically resting ON THE FLOOR, spine out, and on a single rack, which made browsing way more time consuming and REALLY awkward. Seriously, you had crouch down and duck walk the length while pushing a few hundred crappy records back and forth just to see the artist/titles. Oof!

Thanks ValVil, now my daily record creep won't be so ass cracky for the rest of your shoppers.
This Sunday! Free! With happy hour all night! And some really excellent bands!

I'll bring jellybeans.
NYC's White Ring are returning to Seattle tonight in support of their new album Gate of Grief. If you are so excited for this, then please enjoy this press release!
NO SLEEP presents White Ring playing their first show seattle show in over a year. White Ring’s first full length Gate Of Grief is set for release in early 2013 and explores new directions for the project including pop influences while maintaining their dark ambience. The band will be playing brand new songs off the forthcoming record at this show.
White Ring, Rxch Wxtch, YourYoungBody // Chop Suey // $8 advance, $10 DOS 21+ 9pm
Behold this this Sonny Bonoho-featuring, 10.4 Rog lounger from TH3RDZ (the tandem of Candidt, XP, and JFK), dealing with the Boobiewho phenomenon:
Boobiewhos
[boo b whos] noun, verb, bobbiewhoing.
noun
1. A person who plays you small until you blow up.
2. Catcher of the vapors.
3. Shallow person.
4. Bandwagoner.
5. Snake in the basket awaiting charming.
Consider yourself brought up to speed.
Sonny is a master of the nonsensical hook just as Candidt is one of minting pimp-uncle slang; hard to say which one of them thought up the title of this song and it's meaning—but I'd guess Candidt, who takes point when it comes to the vibe of TH3RDZ. Also, OBVIOUSLY, his dramatic turn as "Thirsty" is incredible. JFK finally puts to rest any rumors that he and Bonoho are the same person. XP just got off a two month tour with some guy named Macklemore, and is no doubt fully charged from a string of sold-out packed shows, so expect more—such as their long-awaited This, That & TH3RDZ LP—from these three in 2013.

In conjunction with Emerald City Soul Club's Rare Soul Weekender, the Big Dig record swap happens at Vermillion today, 1 pm-3 pm for early admission ($10), 3 pm-8 pm for regular admission ($3). There’ll be dealers from Seattle, Portland, Detroit, LA, and other places, and drinks and DJs will also be on the premises. Don’t forget to wear your hygienic, crate-digging gloves and surgical mask. It’s going to be a long, dusty afternoon/evening.
Boast about your scores in comments, playa.
My haul:
Sandy Bull – Demolition Derby
Curtis Mayfield – Sweet Exorcist
Alice Coltrane – Radha Krsna
Brian Eno – On Land
Tony Joe White – Tony Joe
Tangerine Dream – Rubycon
Barrabas – Wild Safari
Jimmy Castor Bunch – Phase Two
Nucleus – Snakehips Etcetera
Annette Peacock – X-Dreams
George Duke – The Aura Will Prevail
Various – Cinemaphonic: Electro Soul
Harold Budd – The Serpent (In Quicksilver)
The Sons of Champlin – Loosen Up Naturally

Capitol Hill around 10th and Pike was HAPPENING last night. On our way home, Pike was blocked off at Broadway by a beautiful sea of drunk and happy revelers. You don’t drive by a giant street party without stopping, obviously—we parked and RAN INTO THAT FUN PILE.
A red hatchback was parked in the middle of the crowd with speakers bungeed to the roof. The brave, mobile DJ was playing all the hits—"I Will Always Love You" being the most tearful—while everyone danced, threw up, sang, frenched, took their shirts off, smoked weed, drank 40s, ate Fritos, and swayed through the madness on each others’ shoulders.
Last night was awesome. The future finally looks like… the future! Way to go everyone!
Here's some spooky, slow-drag rap from the former 1/3rd of SOTA, now on his second solo album, the just-released Trapital Trill (whose name alone qualifies this post for a "Two Block Radius" tag). Thad is havin' visions in the water closet, or just tripping balls while his date plays dolphin. Nacho who's opening line "Dark" plays perhaps the most cocky and self-assured suicide victim—though it is homegirl who kicks the chair out from underneath his Sub Pop edition SB Dunks, so maybe it's a murder, or at least a collaboration. Lastly, Av is like Sam The Butcher, bringin' Alice the meat—making an unholy mess out of some poor animal's former ribs. BBQ, anyone?
A few years ago, I was driving up East Pine Street, just about to pass 13th, when I almost wrecked my car into the Cuff because SEQUIN COATED TUTUS were hanging from the parking-lot trees across the street. I immediately pulled over (safety first) to get a better look. It turned out there was a WHOLE ENTIRE STORE of gaudy nonsense!
And the Lipstick Lady. I wish I could remember her name. She had the brightest pink lipstick smeared across her lips (and also teeth). We mostly talked about the zodiac's personality assignments. I mentioned my October birthday was coming up, and the next thing I knew, she was wrapping a giant piece of gold lamé around me and insisting I try on that lipstick. "Libras and metallic fabric make an ESPECIALLY good match."
The junk store didn't seem to have regular hours, or even a name. I meant to go back, but never got around to it. When I was walking to work, I watched the building get torn down.

Fuck, yeah!
Facebook group Poster Giant is scum. posted this pretty fantastic letter today, addressed to Leigh Stone, the owner of Crybaby Studios who is part of the crew constantly painting over Poster Giant's ugly poster collages on the corner of 11th and Pine:

(Thanks for the tip, Lar!)
This is what's across the street today:

I thought I had a lot to say about it. I thought I had something insightful to offer, to add to the conversation. Something about solidarity. Something about how it's hard and painful to read a giant wall full of words about rape. Something about how it makes me feel or what it makes me think. Something about how art that makes you uncomfortable, art that makes you confront things, is a good thing. But I guess I don't have much to say; I just want people to see this. This is why I live here. This makes me proud. This conversation is bigger than the poster wall, it's bigger than a blog. Let's keep having it. Thanks, Girl Army. I love coming to work every day and seeing what new madness you're exploding on that wall and around the hood. I like that it makes people uncomfortable. Rape should make you uncomfortable. Thanks to the people who are sharing personal stories on the wall, too. That's intense. Thank you.

More pictures after the jump.

I was walking home last night when I saw a group of girls and guys on the corner of 11th and Pine, in front of the ever-changing poster wall. It was Seattle Grrrl Army of course! A fresh bucket of pink paint was being stirred next to a pristine pile of white metal clothes hangers. One girl was holding a stack of regular looking posters (commercial posters advertising Erykah Badu or something, that looked to be the same as the 50 or so already stapled to the wall in a grid). I asked her what they were for, and she said she was moving some of them to another wall because, "we aren't trying to hurt the venues these posters are advertising."


If I had a band, I'd have this hard-hitter join it, just so he could draw "M"s that look like they have hairy chests on every single flyer our band ever made.

After PosterGIANT covered and destroyed Girl Army's manifesto the girls took to the streets once more.





And this is Doug Cox, the company president and founder of PosterGIANT. What's that you're holding in your hand Mr. Cox?
More pics after the jump..
As commenter Seattle Peach points out, "Poster Giant can't exist without their clients." So if those posters really are for/connected to PAX Prime, as other commenters and bloggers have noted, I wonder what PAX thinks of the Poster Giant controversy? PAX has a reputation for being a relatively safe/lady-friendly nerd con, due to its anti-booth-babes stance and for having a decent anti-sexual-harassment policy (and apparently decent enforcement of both). Although, they did get taken to school last year over a but-I-though-our-rape-joke-was-hilarious situation (just google "dickwolves" for more info). So... I wonder if they'd mind that they're now maybe part of the current poster wall brouhaha? I have some e-mails out to see if I can get an answer.
UPDATE: The posters are for Hawken, a game by Adhesive Games, who have a booth at PAX Prime, which they direct you to on their poster. But the posters don't seem sponsored in any way by PAX itself. Poster Wall War 2012 continues. PAX's involvement = pretty dang nonexistent.
Posts about today's battle in the ongoing war between Poster Giant—a poster company largely regarded as a gorilla-bully—and everybody else in the city are below. Poster Giant routinely wallpapers the building across the street from Stranger HQ with whatever is the going concern: concert ads, car ads, convention ads. They even have a reputation for covering up posters for shows and events that haven't happened yet, which is extraordinarily poor form.
But some people think that Poster Giant, which doesn't pay rent on those walls, nor owns those walls, nor has any kind of legitimate legal claim on those walls, needs a kick in the nuts. Last night, somebody put up a bunch of feminist posters with the words "girl army" scrawled in spray paint. This morning, some dude from PG covered up some of that with some posters for some video game. A few minutes ago, a woman showed up to fuck with PG by spray-painting "OH POSTER GIANT, UP YOURS!" (I'm sure you all get the reference, but here's the song anyway, in case you haven't enjoyed it in awhile.)
The spray-painter identified herself as "Sam—I'm a fucking feminist and have some fucking taste in public fucking space!" That's enough credentials for me.


What's your next move, PG? If I were you, I'd avoid grandstanding, give the people what they want on 11th Ave, and keep making money while earning social capital.
But I'll be curious to see what you decide to do.
Last night's work didn't even make it until noon today. Here's a picture of the poster hanger (presumably from Poster Giant, although he packed up his stuff and walked away before I could go outside and ask) photographing the freshly hung posters:

Let's see how long it takes for someone to come and poop (not literally! PLEASE not literally!) on Poster Giant's efforts...