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Monday, October 20, 2008

Dolemite and Dee Dee...dead.

posted by on October 20 at 1:37 PM

Dee Dee Warwick sister of Dionne Warwick AND Rudy Ray Moore the "Human Tar-nadah" or "King Of The Party Records", prolly best known as Dolemite, have both died.

Dee Dee was only 63...dig her genius!

Moore died in Akron, OH, from diabetes, he was 81. Some of his family live in Spokane and word is there will be a memorial there as well as in Akron. Dig, I couldn't find great a pic of Dolemite SHIRTLESS (as THAT is how he should always been seen) so y'all will just hafta enjoy his aural throwdowns.

And I HAD to include this...

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

The Spits to Sardinia: Ventrilo-Blower

posted by on June 10 at 11:25 AM

ventriloquist.jpgSeattle punk legend-mainstays the Spits embark this week for Europe to do a three week tour. They are hitting Spain, France, and Sardinia. Sean Spits related his pre-tour thoughts:

Sardinia? Where is Sardinia? How did you guys set that up?
Sean: Itís off the coast of Italy. Weíre big over there. Iím not kidding. Iím not really sure how those shows got set up. Some kind of European booker who likes us.

Are you looking forward to France?
Am I looking forward to France? Yeah. Weíre gonna hit the Loover Museum and look at women with hairy armpits. Is that what you want to hear? Thatís a pretty stupid question, really - am I looking forward to France. Do you think people are interested in whether or not Iím looking forward to going to France?

Fuck you.
Yeah, fuck me.

Talk about your European fans.
They go all out. You know they get ten weeks vacation a year over there? They like their punk. And us having Detroit ties fascinates them. One time we toured, and a hundred or so people rented a bus and followed us around for a week. It was like a week long Euro-rave, but with the Spits.

You rave?

Tell me about your favorite European fan.
There was this guy who came to a few shows who said his wife could give him a blowjob and talk at the same time. He called himself Sam, but I donít think that was his real name. He probably thought we wouldnít be able to pronounce his real name.

So his wife was a ventrilo-blower?
I guess you could say that, yeah. Ventrilo-blower, pretty neat there Sparky.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Changing of the Guard

posted by on January 16 at 3:00 PM

As with all good things, (i.e. Twin Peaks, Harry Potter, my fake id's lamination) my tenure as The Music Intern of this fine publication has reached its end. No longer will I be taking that crowded, stifling bus to-and-from Tacoma two days a week. Instead I'm going to be living in my dad's basement, taking Statistics and noodling around on GarageBand (I swear I'm not lame), but armed with a more-impressive resume and my pack of The Stranger souvenir playing cards.

If you so desire to lurk this office for a few months, calendar-making, fact-checking, trolling Megan's candy bucket and otherwise supporting the music department while gaining valuable experience and street cred, by all means apply. You should be proficient at maneuvering teh intrenets, opening envelopes, data entry, and sorting through all monstrous breeds of demos and promo photography. For transcribing the occasional interview you should be able to type like the wind blows. Having writing skills would be more than useful, as would be an interest in music journalism/criticism. And you probably don't even have to like Jawbox.

In exchange for your efforts you won't get paid, but there might be assignments that end up in-print, or with your name on a list. Did I mention the candy bucket? Plus, won't the looks of jealously on your less-productive friends' faces be payment enough?

You're totally interested. Email Eric Grandy and/or Megan Seling with a resume, cover letter, and a writing sample. You'll need to be here about 10-15 hours a week, sometime during office hours (9-5:30pm).

Interning is the new sitting-at-home-and-not-interning.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Caltrops and Snot

posted by on April 23 at 3:57 PM

The Stranger's music section is in need of a new intern. Should you for some reason have any desire to work at this crummy fishwrap, send a resume, cover letter and writing sample to Qualified applicants should have a keen eye for detail and functional use of most of their motor skills.

Expect to spend three to four to six months exercising your data processing capabilities on club calendars, doing more data entry, fact checking facts, keeping Copy at bay from staff writers using whips and caltrops, and doing more data entry. Then, with your new-found journalism cred, write a book. Travel to South America. Or, you can just move into a warehouse with a bunch of dirty, drunken scumbags to build a studio and start a band (like, uh, me). Whatever you do, start here.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

The Last Word From Andrew WK

posted by on April 14 at 4:33 PM

After last Friday's Andrew WK show, I wrote the man to get his take on the party, and to clear up any confusion about the night. Here's what he wrote back (emphasis mine):

Dear Eric, Here's my write-up. Hope it's not too late for you to still use! Thanks so much for your support and the opportunity to reflect on that night:

Right now, I'm in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. I'm trying to figure out what's going on. I've been thinking back to Seattle, the party we had there, and the things that happened that night. I feel confused, but I'm very clear on that confusion.

On April 6th, 2007, there was an ANDREW W.K. party organized in Seattle at a place called Chop Suey. The party was part of the HIGH-WAY PARTY CRUISER TOUR. The point of this tour was to map out a west coast road-trip, cruising in a Cadillac to different towns, seeing the sights, meeting fun folks, hanging out and dancing, and then stopping-off each night with an "enjoyable-life" party. We also scheduled a couple of lectures - one in Vancouver and one in Portland. After Vancouver, Seattle, and Portland, the rest of the parties were in central Canada.

I wasn't planning on writing down my thoughts about what happened in Seattle. To be honest, it's been nearly impossible for me to really know exactly what occurred that night. It's not that I don't remember what happened - I actually remember the night quite well - I just have no way of knowing what was going on at the party. Everyone is going to have their own view of what happened to them.

I've heard different reactions from different people. Some people said it was the greatest night they've ever had. Other people told me they had never had a worse time in their entire lives. In fact, one person said that the night changed her whole life and immediately after that, she said she was scared and sad about what happened. When I asked her to explain her feelings further, she said that she had always had certain expectations and understandings about me, her life and herself in the world, and she said, after the party, she started seeing things differently, and she wasn't sure if it was good or bad. She said she felt "displaced" and "out of her comfort zone". Then she said it was all my fault.

Thinking back to that night in Seattle, I can only guess what people were thinking. I don't know what I was thinking either. I wasn't present. I was displaced and out of my own comfort zone. I want to apologize for anything I may have said or done to upset people, offend them, or confuse them. All I wanted was to see what would happen. I didn't know and for that I feel very uncomfortable. At the same time, I've been making efforts to lose myself and to push to do things that might seem like a "bad idea" but that are exciting. Maybe this all was a horrible idea, and maybe I should've just been there myself to make sure everything was normal. But the night happened like it did, the person who performed did fine and he shouldn't feel bad about what was ultimately all my choice. I put him up to it, and I made him do what he did. I heard that people have been asking for their money back.

I want everyone who came to the party that night to feel good. If that means saying "I'm sorry", then I'm sorry. I want everyone who came to understand how much I enjoyed the experience, even if it felt somewhat off-balance and upsetting to some deep part of my sensibilities. In this world, it seems to me that nothing can ever really be "understood" or "known". I want to feel good, have fun, and express love - if I know anything, I guess it would be that. It has seemed to me that going all the way off the road is the best way to feel alive. If it wasn't even me doing it, it was still the most alive I had ever felt. Seattle had the party, and I enjoyed it as much as anyone. It wasn't supposed to be anything but fun. I want to be in love and live life all the way.

Should I apologize for not being the way you thought I would be? If people think it wasn't me, there's nothing I can do or say to make you feel or think what you want. You choose your feelings and I choose my own. Together, I hope we choose to feel love.

Andrew W.K.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Clipse Dine at Oceanaire

posted by on March 20 at 2:38 PM


Here's the kick-off of our new weekly feature, "Exit Interview," in which we talk to a touring artist about the time they spent in Seattle.

I spoke with Pusha-T of Clipse last Wednesday as he rolled down I-5 with the rest of the crew on the way to their next gig. Read the interview after the jump.

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