We love a good time almost as much as we love a good cause, and this past weekend we got a whole lot of both. Watching the glammy, mod-inspired crowd mill about in Sit & Spin on Friday night, we thought of our favorite line from Radiohead's "The Bends," "I wish it were the '60s/I wish we could be happy," only thanks to the hip-hugged hipsters and the T. Rex-inspired Turn-Ons, it was actually pretty easy to feel like it truly was the '60s—and since the proceeds were being donated to the Red Cross, we were able to feel happy, as well. Furthermore, Turn-On Corey Glutch turned his company on to the giving spirit and managed to get the nice folks at Adobe to match all funds raised at the door. Openers Jupiter Crash and the Charming Snakes donated their portion of the profits as well. Ditto for Saturday night's show. Melody Unit, Poseur, and Wonderful raised a hefty sum of cash and gave the audience some damn good shoe-gazing fuzz and smartly screwed pop in the process. Meanwhile, Friday night's no-cover Resonance magazine party featuring Sam Jayne of Love as Laughter, Busy Signals, and Rose Thomas raised a good chunk of change through a donation table situated near the front, as did separate shows at the Tractor featuring the Shit Kickers and Kultur Shock. Perhaps most impressively, I-Spy raised a whopping $5,300 on door alone, and another bulging pocketful with donation boxes at last weekend's Arena fashion show (see our Chart o' Charity in box at top right). The $10 admission was lunch money well spent, as an overflowing, happily perspiring (will somebody ventilate that place already?) crowd packed it in for a night of killer covers and frisky DJs. Drummer Scott Jernigan of openers the Bronze awed us with his arms of steel, Juno returned triumphant from a hairy post-WTC travel snafu, and Aveo
turned it out with everything from Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart" to a lovely, giving-Garfunkel-a-run-for-his-money "Sounds of Silence," interspersed with snippets of the always tear-inducing "Hallelujah." Headliners Death Cab For Cutie, meanwhile, busted the Eurythmics' "Here Comes the Rain Again" and Tears for Fears' "Head Over Heels" like men possessed. Nearly all the night's performers then joined well-oiled attendees on the dance floor for DJ Dann Gallucci's set of block rockin' beats until groans of protest greeted the raising of the house lights. . . . Speaking of Gallucci, those who are wondering what will become of him and the other dirty Devils now that Murder City are officially parting ways, here's what they say: Bassist Derek Fudesco will concentrate on his Pretty Girls Make Graves gig, while the injured Leslie Hardy stays off the keyboards for a while, and the remaining members—Nate Manny, Coady Willis, Gallucci, and Spencer Moody—are already, promises Gabe the Roadie, preparing to kick it hard as ever in their new incarnation. In the meantime, the band will honor remaining gigs with replacement keyboardist Nick DeWitt, rounding it up in Seattle with a Halloween finale at the Showbox. We remember the day when they were young, freshly inked upstarts on Sub Pop imprint Die Young Stay Pretty. Five years, four albums, and many, many boom swagger booms later, it's hard to imagine Seattle without them. The show goes on. . . . We would be terribly remiss if we didn't mention how fucking rad the Magic Magicians and the Gossip were last Friday at the Showbox. Both bands make us happy to stop being critics for five minutes and just enjoy being fans. We missed headliners Quasi, but were assured they sounded good as ever, too. . . . We're trying to figure out if the gauntly lovely PJ Harvey and egomaniacal auteur
Vincent Gallo are still sucking face, as they seemed to be doing all over Manhattan a month or so back. PJ, by the way, just won the Mercury Prize for Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea, if anyone was paying attention. Though not at all her best work, we're happy she's finally been recognized by "the Academy," or whoever doles those things out. . . . Check ber producer Timbaland's upcoming record, Indecent Proposal with Magoo, for a duet between Beck and the late Aaliyah, called "I'm Music." T himself claims it's an outstanding track—"probably the biggest song I ever did." There will also be a video—without, we hope, any of that creepy computer-assisted reanimation of the dearly departed, and truly missed, chanteuse. . . . Possessors of Strokes advances and imports, hold on tight. If you've already got a copy of Is This It in your grubby paws, don't let go, because you've just become the proud owner of a very special, very limited edition. Due to the events of Sept. 11, the band has decided to pull the song "New York City Cops" (featuring the refrain "New York City cops, they ain't so smart/ they dress like robots but they act like jerks") from their upcoming release and will replace it with the more innocuous (and probably less catchy) "When It Started." The date of arrival has also been pushed back from Sept. 25 to Oct. 9. . . . Carl Crack of the hardcore heavyweights Atari Teenage Riot is dead at 30. Though he suffered from psychiatric problems for years, friends felt he was doing better than ever after a year of exhaustive promotion for ATR and his own solo efforts. Says bandmate Alec Empire, "I just wish we had talked in person one more time, even though we cleared things [up]. . . . I will miss him. Carl, we'll never forget you."
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