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May 25, 2006 at 8:10am

Hiding from the sun

Gingerknoxx_8 PERMANENT LIPSTICK by Ginger Knoxx
Whatever your plans may be for the summer's kick-off weekend, remember two things: walking to the store is a good idea after drinking in the sun at a barbecue, and sunscreen IS your best friend. Nothing is worse than a hangover complicated by a fierce sunburn on the back of your knees. OK, there are much worse things, but when you realize you can't bend your legs to sit - you'll know what I'm talking about.

WEDNESDAY, MAY 17

Even though we're a couple, The Italian and I went to a singles wine tasting at Jazzbones to try out the stellar sparkling wines. They were fabulous! We got giddy pretty fast. I recommend going to one of the many tastings offered around the Sound. It's a great way to get into wine. Leaving the Boneyard as the sun went down, we swung by Fort Bender to visit the girls. Miss Kate and a very tuff looking Jess with a sassy as hell short haircut were gabbing it up on the patio while the munchkins threw dirt at each other. We stood around chatting and passing a bottle of framboise. We killed it in, like, 10 minutes. Good times.

THIRD THURSDAY, MAY 18
Straight after work I headed for Embellish Salon to check out the 2 Foot Crew, who had art on the walls and were spinning some old school tunes - we're talking stuff I hadn't heard in, like, eight years. People started showing up and going gaga over the graffiti style pieces. Jason of Fab5 brought his beautiful baby and young son, who looked like he was having a blast. Can-U showed up and did some vocal freestyle on the mic. Rad. The Benders came waltzing down the hill looking like a picturesque Hollywood family - stylish and fashionable. Hume, Olson, Bennett and the lovely Miss Hayward elected me as tour guide for the Wine Walk through the Theatre District. But first we had to drop in on Ebony and Pops at Galore and Dead Mans. Foiled! The Boones Farm and Cheetos had been gobbled up. While browsing the cool kitschy antiques whose voice did I hear from behind but that nasty girl herself - Natasha. We did air kisses and made promises to do lunch soon. Who knows what trouble that girl got in when she and her equally hot, raven-haired sidekick sashayed down the road (my money's on a cocktail at Doyle's).  Murphy strolled by, pausing for hugs and more air kisses. Such a handsome devil he is. Miss Hayward found herself much too sober and slammed back some whiskey at Ida's Pub while the rest of us chatted before going to Dame Lola's. Then it was down the hill and to Over The Moon Café with Bria tending to a good walk-up crowd for dinner and Russ deftly handling the Anselmi - a delicious Italian white wine. The Frenchman and his girl were out tooling around on bikes. We also ran into Uncle Steve, who's usually manning Rampart but had a work thing that kept him from opening the humongous multi-use art space. The Ruby Collection was just too expansive to try exploring mid-Wine Walk, so we bounced (the place was out of wine). Across Opera Alley, Horatio's had just the thing for two tipsy girls - flamboyant hats and handbags - while the guys talked with Horatio himself. Rocky and CoCo's clothing shop did not impress me at all. I just can't get excited about a store that carries women's clothing and the biggest size looks like it would barely fit Lady J's daughter. Fibers Etc. was the coolest. The nicest lady ever fed us cheese and crackers and Italian orange soda. That was a good wine break. We kept saying we had no idea all of those cool shops even existed. Making our way back up St. Helens to our last stop (and more framboise), we had the pleasure of getting a tour of Remedy 450 - massage rooms and fab photography on the walls by a SOTA student. I can't wait to have a facial there. Our now revved up pack of merrymakers bid adieu outside -  parting ways for The Swiss, the newly re-opened Kickstand Café, and Hell's Kitchen.

FRIDAY, MAY 19
Speaking of the Kitchen, Naja's band was awesome. I knew they would be. That girl has some pipes on her, and the trio backing her up in The Demise was tight. Songs were crafted well, and the lyrics worked. Naja was just a ball of nervous energy before she went on, but she channeled it all into her stage performance. Dang girl, where you been hiding all that talent? Bluecifer and Carl were holding up one end of the bar between telling funny stories and lauding how much the 6-6-06 show is going to rock. Murphy and Mister Dan (as in Dangerrrrous) from Come Down Heaven waited in line for cocktails like the swell gents they are, and tall as hell Robby looked only too cool all in black.  Murph and Trash are having a birthday bash June 10 with DJ dAb and - all the way from New York City - DJ Lauren Devine. Yours truly will be there fo sho. Dazzling disco attire encouraged. After Naja's set, The Italian and I blazed over to Tempest for some of Larry's close-to-famous liquid concoctions.

Give me a wink and a kiss here.  Knoxx knows.



May 25, 2006 at 9:19am

Throw Back Thursdays

Kunluv If you’ve ever felt like you missed the best decade, Emerald Queen Casino is the place for you. Taking cues from the glamorous Disco Age and old school genre, DJ Kun Luv transforms ho-hum Thursdays into a party worthy of kicking off Memorial Day Weekend. Here's a sample of past spins: "Use Ta Be My Girls" by The O'jays, "Upside Down" by Diana Ross, "Do You Want To Rock" by the Funky Four, "Fire" by the Ohio Players and "Got To be Real" by Cheryl Lynn. â€" Suzy Stump

Filed under: Club Hopping,

May 25, 2006 at 12:43pm

Ha-ha you're bloody well Right

Mattmug_1 Thumbing through the New York Times today, and, naturally, “All the News That’s Fit to Print,” I came across one of the most absurd and downright laughable pieces of “journalism,” I’ve seen in some time. However, this one can’t be blamed on the Times.  Reporting on a recent article published in the National Review â€" the nation’s leading conservative magazine â€" and accompanied by a picture of Pete Townshend in mid windmill, the story regards conservative themes in rock ‘n’ roll, and reprints a list compiled by John J. Miller of the Review, of the Top 10 Conservative Songs in Rock.
The list goes like this:

  • “Won’t Get Fooled Again” â€" The Who
  • “Taxman” â€" The Beatles
  • “Sympathy for the Devil” â€" The Rolling Stones
  • “Sweet Home Alabama” â€" Lynyrd Skynyrd
  • “Wouldn’t it be Nice” â€" the Beach Boys
  • “Gloria” â€" U2
  • “Revolution” â€" the Beatles
  • “Bodies” â€" the Sex Pistols
  • “Don’t Tread on Me” â€" Metallica
  • “20th Century Man â€" the Kinks

Need I even comment on the silliness? Need I even point out what a desperate attempt this is, by the Right, to gain back a little ground in the culture war they’ve obviously lost? Need I even point out that John Lennon is likely laughing his ass off somewhere, at the idea of “Revolution” as a conservative anthem?
Listen, Right, you’ve got your Brooks and Dunn; you’ve got your Toby Keith. While it might be fun to listen to the Who on your way to an anti immigration rally, or pump a little Metallica while discussing the merits of Intelligent Design, these songs are not for you. Rock is not for you. It’s never been conservative, and it never will be.
Give it up. â€" Matt Driscoll

Filed under: Matt Driscoll, Politics,

May 25, 2006 at 3:04pm

Tight knit

Tattooed, just-turned 21 girls gather in groups at neighborhood bars with busy fingers. Blonde haired, suburban, 30-something ladies meet in cute cafés with busy fingers. High school girls converge in the park on a blanket with busy fingers. You’ll never guess what’s become all the rage. Knitting. That’s right; knitting is not just for your grandmother or aunt any longer. Many women are picking up knitting needles as a way to create beautiful handmade scarves, wraps, blankets and sweaters and finding they get so much more in return. Some claim it’s not so much about the knitting itself but the company of other women â€" that instant bond of a shared interest. Many are meeting their new best friends over a ball of yarn. Official and unofficial knitting groups are springing up all over â€" meeting in bookstores, churches, parks, bars, lounges and private homes. Interested? Explore your knitting options. The shop/working space Fibers Etc. in Tacoma’s Theatre District offers a huge variety of yarn, kits, books, patterns and classes on the craft. It hosts an Inventory Reduction Sale Thursday, June 1, through Saturday, June 3, 11 a.m. to 6 p.m., at 705 Court C #301, Tacoma.  For details, call (253) 531-3257 or (253) 572-1859. â€" Jennifer Johnson

May 26, 2006 at 8:38am

72 hours of film

The 72 Hour Film Competition hosted by The Grand Cinema packed the Rialto Theater last night.  Twenty-six films, each under five minutes, were presented back to back.  Filmmakers had 72 hours to write, cast, film, edit, score and package their films that had to include one scene in a Tacoma park, include someone getting splashed, the dialogue line: "Well, you know what they say?" and a prop that was either a telescope, magnify glass or a pair of binoculars.
The Weekly Volcano's own Steve Dunkleberger was one of seven judges that ultimately choose the film "In Focus" as the overall the winner.  The audience award went to the film "Teenagers."
My favorites included both of those films as well as the quirky "In The Round" about a teen-ager staging a one act play about a bird lover in love, and the documentary "Anything Is Possible" about homeless people in Tacoma.
Those who missed the show can purchase the films on DVD at the Grand, or watch Click! Network's Channel 117 at noon and 7 p.m. daily from June 1-7. â€" Ken Swarner

Filed under: Screens,

May 26, 2006 at 8:04pm

Mike Coucoules benefit

Mike Coucoules benefit
Seafarers in tacoma is jammin' hard right now with a roomful of blues musicians. Get your butt over, hear some worthy blues and help Mike pay his hospital bills after his hit and run tragedy. - Brad Allen

May 27, 2006 at 9:09am

Sasquatch!

Spew posts this weekend will be sparse due to the whole Weekly Volcano staff huddling under a tarp at Sasquatch! â€" Brad Allen

Filed under: Music,

May 27, 2006 at 11:03pm

Stephen Malkmus

Steven Malkus
Sasquatch!: Triplets are the fastest way to a women's heart. - Matt Driscoll

May 28, 2006 at 8:57pm

What the hail? Sasquatch!

Sas3_1 Few things test the limits of human endurance quite like the three-day Sasquatch! indie music festival. What follows is one humble critic's thoroughly dishonest attempt at capturing some of the most memorable moments from day two of the festival. The facts are questionable, but the names remain unchanged in order to implicate the innocent. Or is that the guilty?

10 a.m. to 1 p.m.: Sas5Matt Driscoll, Jennifer PhD and I brave rain squall after rain squall on our journey from Tacoma to the Gorge Amphitheatre with three Pretty Girls Make Graves CDs and Pearl Jam's latest as the soundtrack.
1:30 p.m. Secure spot on first-tier lawn with Driscoll's Native American blankets. Say high to fellow Volcano scribe Angela Jossy who lounges in the same spot as last year ââ?¬" just off the main cement path.  She's digging Gomez.
1:31 p.m.: Drain wallets with several rounds of Jack rocks with 12 other people. Eight bucks a drink forecasts a dry night.   
2:30 p.m.: Take in Stephen Malkmus' fractured pop sensibility ââ?¬"  clever hooks, linSas6es, and sinkers.  Snap a few photos via phone.  Driscoll adds a tag line and I post it on Spew.
3:40 p.m.: Back to the lounge where we find Ginger Knoxx and the Italian.  Some poor slob, who Ginger had to tell the ATM was out of cash after she drained it, latches onto them.  Announce we need the half-pound burgers and 24-ounce Coors and leave.
3:45 p.m.: No buns!  Forced to wait 15 minutes for burgers.  I run over to check on the blankets. On my way I overhear a guy loudly proclaim to his companion his gratitude for the festival's having offered an alternative to "all that corporate shit that the Man thinks it can force down our throats this summer." He then takes two more quick gulps of his Coors Light, tries to squeeze into the Xbox line and continues on toward the Dakine booth.
4 p.m.: A sea of humanity has consumed our blankets/spot on the lawn.  SOL.
4:15 p.m.: Soak in Band of Horses' guitar heavy Neil Young-like craftsmanship.  Say goodbye the rich dream-pop of BoH singer Ben Bridwell and Mat Brooke's former band Carissa's Weird. I snap more photos as the rain begins to fall.  Crap, Cingular totally lets me down.  I can't post to Spew.  Should have went the press tent route.
4:20 p.m.: Tea time.
4:45 p.m.: Secure a spot in the main stage pit before Neko Case.  Driscoll and I froth over Rachel Flotard.  The Visqueen singer/guitarist is touring with Case. I would like to live in her hair.
5 p.m.: Hail the size of gumballs smash the Gorge for 20 minutes sending the crowd, talent, and crew for cover.  Piles of hail.  Lightning.  Then rain. Thousands of unprepared people shouting as they are the God of Hail.  Driscoll and Jennifer PhD huddle.  I'm snapping photos as my hands welt up.  Cingular screws me again.  Driscoll and Jennifer PhD run for the Port-O-Potties where they secure one for 20 minutes.  I scour the grounds for a signal.  Jump inside the packed Rockstar Lounge.  Steam rises off the crowd.  Def Leppard screams "Pour some sugar on me" over the loudspeakers.  No signal. Lightning and rain now torment the temporary suspended show. 
5:45 p.m.: I run into my travel mates next to the river rushing down the main cement path.  We run for the car.
6 p.m.: We change into dry clothes.  All my polyprop clothes are soaked in my backpack. I have to wear cotton.  Driscoll bare asses my passenger seat.  We crank the tunes and watch two hippies make out on top of a hippie bus for a half-hour while trying to warm our bones. Ponder where we're going to bed down since we can't find Ginger Knoxx as shw knows where the crash pad is.
6:30 p.m.: Dressed inappropriately, we head back inside to see what's what. The Yeti and Wookie stages are shut down due to unsafe conditions.  The main stage is an hour behind.  We find the only coffee shack in the venue ââ?¬" one pot brewing.  We wait the entire Tragically Hip set in the coffee line with the most annoying people on earth.  I spot several hundred potential pneumonia cases.
8 p.m.: The Shins save our lives.  The melodic sensibility warm our souls, although we agree the singer James Mercer's voice wobbled and the keyboardist Martin Crandall acted like a buffoon.
9-something p.m.: The wait before The Flaming Lips is excruciating. Still no signal on the phone.  Still no Ginger Knoxx.
9:30 p.m.: Announcer man, er, announces Ben Harper will play next and the Lips will follow.  I want to die.
10 p.m.: Cotton kills is no joke.  I'm freakin' freezing.
11 p.m.: Kill me. Ben Harper's neo-soul-blues-reggae-gospel-rock-funk is far too tiring, at best. I didn't buy his message.  I think he lacks focus, which is disappointing because dude's got Robert Randolph skills with that slide. The flames of thousands of lighters ignited light the venue during Harper's mellow, solo set. They aren't sparking off because folks are holding them up in that standard rock-concert-lighter-tribute shtick. No, thousands of lighters are going off because thousands of people are, in the time-honored tradition of Ben Harper concert behavior, lighting thousands of joints.
11:15 p.m.: Seriously, kill me.  He's still playing. He's playing his entire two-hour plus headlining set.  Inappropriate condering the weather and time constraints.
11:30 p.m.: Harper's 12th encore ends. Finally, the Lips are next.  But the combination of sleep depravation (poker the night before), Ben Harper, no crash pad, the ever-changing elements and my own hideous body funk were finally too overwhelming, and I decided to abandon my appointed duties. Screw the Lips.  We jump in the car and head for Tacoma.  Driscoll and Jennifer PhD fall asleep.  I'm left with a Band of Horses' CD three times straight.
2:30 p.m.: I fall sound asleep in my own bed, still slightly shivering. â�" Pappi

Filed under: Concerts,

May 29, 2006 at 9:56am

High School Musical Theatre Awards

Shout outs go to Curtis High School for its 11 nominations for “Guys and Dolls” at the 5th Avenue High School Musical Theatre Awards.
The fourth-annual awards ceremony next week will announce the winners pulled from almost 4,000 participating students from 60 different Washington state public and private schools.
The 5th Avenue Awards will be held at 7 p.m. on Thursday, June 8, at The 5th Avenue Theatre. Nominated students and productions will perform numbers from their shows and get a taste of what it’s like to perform in front of a packed house in one of the nation’s most beautiful historic theaters. I’ll keep you posted on Spew next week. â€" Steve Dunkelberger

Filed under: Theater,

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