Days of our nights

Final score in the Peter Buck/British Airways Terror in the Skies Smackdown: Ambien 1, victims of projectile yogurt bombs 0. That's right, kids—on April 5, Buck was found not guilty on all charges when a London court determined that it was indeed a drastic reaction to the powerful sleep agent Ambien, and not Peter Pill Eater's own naturally occurring drunken loutishness, that caused the rock star's erratic in-flight behavior. Said the guitarist's lawyer outside the courtroom, reading his client's statement by proxy, "I am grateful to the court, the jury, and my lawyers [and] to my family, friends, and supporters who have stood by me throughout this experience. I am obviously relieved to be finished here, and I look forward to be returning my attention to my family, my band, and music." If said famous friends (Bono, Michael Stipe, etc.), who provided glowing testimonials of Buck's gentleness, good humor, and general aversion to any strain of the aforementioned drunken loutishness, were entirely honest, then justice indeed has been served, and Buck's entire ordeal is now, happily, over. . . . Monday afternoon's "takin' it to the streets" (or the 11th floor, to be precise) TDO rally at City Hall brought out the very much of-age (Ken Stringfellow, Dan Savage) to fight the good fight alongside an enthusiastic collection of pissed-off-but-polite kids and flashbulb-popping local press. Local pols Heidi Wills and Peter Steinbrueck did their shaky sound-bite best to sound supportive, while others simply stared on speechless. For a full in-depth report from Juno frontman/all-ages proponent Arlie Carstens, check out www.seattleweekly.com/music. . . . First Chris Cornell Rages himself clear out of the Machine, now this: the end of Megadeth. If you haven't already heard, we are mega-sad to announce that cranky,

carrot-topped Metallica alumnus turned thundering Deth-head Dave Mustaine has suffered severe nerve damage to his left arm (official title: radial neuropathy, for all you aspiring MDs), which doctors tell him will take at least a year to heal, and he may never fully regain his original strength and agility. Consequently, Mustaine has decided to discontinue the band for the time being and turn his attention to both being a better husband and father and "explor[ing] other areas of the music business where I might make a contribution without being able to play my instrument." . . . In happier news, while David Bowie parted ways with Virgin Records last year (at the same time that a number of other high-profile artists were somewhat unceremoniously shown the door), the Thin White Duke has now re-signed with Columbia and is set to release a record in June via his own Columbia-subsidized ISO label, featuring some very special guests. The motley crew of contributors includes Pete Townshend, Dave Grohl, and the once-again ubiquitous Moby. Neckerchiefed Frenchies Air will also be releasing a remix of the album track "A Better Furniture." . . . While we enjoyed Saturday night's ear-bending Chop Suey show featuring Dead Low Tide, the Holy Ghost, and Automaton, we suffered a little bout of cognitive dissonance seeing DLT onstage for the first time, still with so many Murder City ingredients in the mix. We bit our tongue to keep from shouting out requests for MCD favorites like "I Drink the Wine" or "Broken Glass," because it probably would have gone over about as well as "Play some Skynyrd!"—i.e., like a brick balloon. Still, we were suitably impressed by the evening's entertainment and much enjoyed the new, lit- like-a-brothel spaciousness of the just- remodeled club—though during set changes, we did shed a tiny tear for the now-absent pool and air-hockey tables on which

we wasted many a quarter in the Breakroom days. . . . More time wasters for you, from DOON with love: Check out www.v2music.com/v2/av/whitestripes/apple_300.ram for some silly fun, namely, a tape made by a schoolteacher friend of Meg and Jack White leading her class in a rendition of the Stripes' "Apple Blossom." You're welcome. . . . Speaking of too-cool-for-school bands we hate to love (or love to hate—depends on the day), the Strokes recently got a little punchy (so to speak), according to www.NME.com. While in Paris for a promotional television appearance, lead singer Julian Casablancas apparently cracked under the pressure of being constantly lauded and consistently, spectacularly laid, landing a blow on RCA international marketing director John Voigtmann. "Julian hit him," guitarist Albert Hammond Jr. admitted to NME last week. "He wouldn't normally, he's the last guy who would. But they were making us do this thing, and we hadn't been told [about it]. They lied to us, and we really didn't want to do it. . . . He didn't hit him hard, though." It must have been hard enough to get Mr. Angry McFisticuffs and band their way; the TV appearance was consequently called off. The group is now slated to take six months or so off while they work on the follow-up to their hot-shit debut Is This It. And that, folks, is it.

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