Your Weekend Bjork & Artopia Planner


The weekend begins with Bjork in a concert documentary reviewed by Sara Brickner :

For all the sad Bjork fanatics who missed her 2007 Volta


Your Weekend Bjork & Artopia Planner

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    The weekend begins with Bjork in a concert documentary reviewed by Sara Brickner:

    For all the sad Bjork fanatics who missed her 2007 Volta tour, or for those who were there and want to relive the experience over and over again, here's the documentary, Voltaic. One evening was filmed in her hometown of Reykjavik, Iceland, the other in Paris. While no concert movie--past, present or future--will do justice to the live performance, Voltaic does allow those who weren't there to enjoy the all-female brass section's feathered headdresses, the Technicolor dresses only Bjork can pull off without looking like a tie-died grocery sack, and the crazy lightbox synth that looks more like a toy than a real instrument. (NR) Northwest Film Forum, 1515 12th Ave., 267-5380, $6-$9. 11 p.m. (repeats Sat.) SARA BRICKNER

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    FRIDAY (cont.)

    Jojo Corväiá

    Last year, Jojo Corväiá asked 71 people who walked past his Miami studio if he could photograph and interview them without clothes on. Only one said no. "It was a child who was self-conscious because he was overweight," explains Corväiá. "I did take his mother's picture, though." His show "The Human Factor Project" is a revealing collection of portraits, text, and videos from those 70 sessions. When the exhibit opened here in May, Corväiá then asked gallery visitors if they'd like their photos taken--this time with clothes on. The resulting Polaroids are now also on view, accompanied by intimate questionnaires his subjects answered by hand. Of 144 supposedly uptight Seattleites, only four said no. Even more astonishing is how honest their questionnaire answers are--subjects confess to missing sweaty sex, craving strawberry ice cream, and worrying about their mothers. Corväiá says he's baffled that people were so eager to participate (he initially expected 20 or so), but that their answers confirm what he expected: "You look at these images, and what stands out is how different each person looks. But when you read their answers, you realize we're all exactly the same. We all miss, want, love, and believe in the same things." Monarch Studio, 312 S. Washington St., 682-1710. Free. 11 a.m.-5 p.m. ERIKA HOBART



    Where better to showcase emerging arts talent than Georgetown, the neighborhood that's made “on the cusp” a form of greatness? This year, SW's annual Artopia event has merged with the Georgetown Music Fest to deliver a full day of sounds, stunts, family fun, and weirdness. There'll be 25-cent dances, boxers on roller skates, and a great slate of local bands. Other highlights include power tool racing, the hands-on sculpture of Chris McMullen, On the Dutch rope jumpers, a very alternative marching band, photos by Joseph Songco, the music of H Is for Hellgate, artwork by Tomiko Jones, and emerging band Hallways. All acts are local, local, local. And you can take time out between acts to enjoy local food vendors and a beer garden, too. See you there. Location: Beautiful downtown Georgetown. Free. 2-10 p.m. BRIAN MILLER

    Mishna Wolff

    It's a good thing that Mishna Wolff has a background in stand-up comedy, since her late-'80s memoir of growing up poor in Seattle's Rainier Valley, the eldest child in a blended, interracial family, is essentially a series of coming-of-age vignettes that should benefit from being performed. Her father white, her step-sibs and stepmother black (as were daddy's many preceding girlfriends), young Mishna is never sure where she stands in I'm Down (St. Martin's, $23.95). Her father, for reasons left unexplained, identifies culturally with African Americans. Her divorced birth mother, seen mainly on weekend visits, is a TV-hating white hippie. And her age peers alternately taunt her for being a cracker or--if she does too well in school--stuck up. But the class/racial divide works both ways. Admitted a gifted program, the author recalls, "Unlike my classmates, I didn't know about algebra, or Shakespeare, or lacrosse, or Lacoste." Though she learns how to neatly braid her black stepsister's hair, looming adolescence brings conflict with her stepmother. ("Just because I don't like Jody Watley does not make me a racist!") Wolff's account--inevitably being developed as a screenplay at Sundance--stops short of high school, but not before her ambitions (swimming, college, etc.) place her among new friends who are wealthy and white. With not a little disgust, Wolff notes that they have the luxury to be depressed. Elliott Bay Book Co., 101 S. Main St., 624-6600. Free. 4:30 p.m. BRIAN MILLER

    Fremont Outdoor Movies

    Johnny Depp made the most of the opportunity given him by Tim Burton in the dark suburban fairy tale Edward Scissorhands. In their first collaboration, Depp plays a gentle, misunderstood monster literally stitched together by mad scientist Vincent Price, whom Burton revered and here gives a lovely career coda. Diane Wiest is the woman who rescues Edward, and Winona Ryder the girl who loves him. (More could be written on that topic, but not here.) In all, the 1990 film represents Burton's first fully realized personal and grown-up feature. Note: next week's show will actually be on Friday. (PG-13) Fremont Outdoor Cinema, N. 35th St. & Phinney Ave. N., 781-4230. $5. 7 p.m. BRIAN MILLER

    Bill Callahan

    When Bill Callahan chose to perform under his birth name after operating as Smog, and occasionally (Smog), his record label asked him to reconsider. It warned that album sales would drop, and that it might take years for the numbers to recover. But Callahan insisted upon the change, as he told in 2007, to "demarcate a change for myself." In other words: To clear the air of the oppressive alter-ego that was Smog. And yet, the music itself hasn't changed much. Over Callahan's nearly 20 years of songwriting, he's gone from making tunes so lo-fi they were practically subterranean to more expansive studio recordings with a backing band and harmonies. And yet, the gruff baritone and wistful, angst-ridden lyrics remain unchanged. While his latest release, Sometimes I Wish We Were An Eagle, isn't the most approachable of all his records--newcomers to Callahan might consider checking out Knock Knock first--it's just the latest proof of enduring quality beneath a changing brand name. Bachelorette opens. Triple Door, 216 Union St., 838-4333. $16 (all ages). 8 p.m. SARA BRICKNER


    Gay Pride Parade

    How did it happen that the Seattle Storm is having a special Pride celebration promotion--Friday, 7 p.m., KeyArena, vs. the Los Angeles Sparks--and the Seattle Sounders, playing the Colorado Rapids today at Qwest Field at 1 p.m., are not? (The Sounders' wasabi-green jerseys seem very fashion-forward, if you know what I mean.) Though to be fair, only the official Seattle Pride Web site identifies the Storm game as "Pride Night"; the team is calling it, either coyly or cluelessly, a "Girls' Night Out." The big parade itself is today, starting at 11 a.m. at Union Street and heading down Fourth to Seattle Center for PrideFest, an afternoon of fountain-dancing, beer-gardening, same-sex-PDA revelry (until 7 p.m.). Additional events, back in the ghetto, include the Seattle Dyke Rally (5 p.m. Saturday, at the Seattle Central Community College plaza) and March (7 p.m.). New this year, the Capitol Hill Pride Festival, is a street fair on Broadway with vendors and performances (11 a.m.-4 p.m. Saturday). Find tons more related activities at GAVIN BORCHERT

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