The Sinclair Sitch
I've taken a deep breath. My seething rage at the current situation with our so-called free press has quieted. Now, as a writer, imaginary girl,…
The Death of Decency
All right, already. Dick's daughter is a dyke. Edwards said it, Kerry said it. We all knew it before they said it. So what? The…
Winchester Cathedral
For those familiar with Clinic's previous material Walk With Thee and Internal Wrangler, their latest offering Winchester Cathedral will come as little surprise. With the…
Of Dive Bars and Debates
Highlights from the first Presidential Debate, Oct 2004 The afternoon of the first debates, my friend Melissa and I decided that it would be fun…
Fuck Our So-Called Free Press
Fuck our so-called free press. I mean it. Fuck them. Fuck them for their presumed authenticity. Fuck them for not fulfilling their proper role of…
Anna in the Tropics, Waxwings, Seattle Neutrino Project
Anna in the Tropics Seattle Rep's Bagley Wright Theatre Cigar factories of the late 19th and early 20th centuries often utilized the services of a…
These Arms Are Snakes
A few weeks back I was sent a press packet from the publicist of These Arms Are Snakes, who may be the best live band…
Her Space Holiday
Marc Bianchi, the man behind {and in front of} Her Space Holiday is a walking, talking, barely-singing dichotomy; It's apparent in his music, stage presence…
Dusty Zeros Dirty Ones
Labor Day weekend. Seattle's First Avenue is filled to capacity with cars, many driven by individuals whose driver's training is token at best. I am…
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The fifth and latest release from D.C.'s the Hurricane Lamps is a fine collection of melodic and catchy songs. It's hard not to be impressed…