Your Arts & Space Weekend Planner


The last weekend of August begins on the moon! That's where much of the LP record cover art is set in a new show at


Your Arts & Space Weekend Planner

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    The last weekend of August begins on the moon! That's where much of the LP record cover art is set in a new show at EMP:

    It's refreshing to seen a museum exhibit that doesn't pretend to offer great music or great art. Culled from the collection of an L.A. music industry executive, Spaced Out! The Final Frontier in Album Covers (through December) cheerfully acknowledges its own kitsch and nostalgia value. (See our slide show.) Thrusting rockets, friendly aliens, Mr. Spock, buxom space babes, The Jetsons (of course), and tuxedoed lounge musicians wandering aimlessly on the moon ("Which way to the gig, Daddy-o?")--this is not the stuff of a serious connoisseur. Rather, as Rhino's Cheryl Pawelski and other explain on a loop video, the record industry and the space industry suddenly found themselves on parallel tracks. 45s were giving way to the larger pictoral surface of LPs just as Sputnik and NASA brought outer space into shag carpeted American rec rooms. The eerie, wailing theremin--and there's one here you can play!--supplied the soundtrack to countless sci-fi flicks of the drive-in era. And at the same time, the record biz pumped out countless novelty albums with a space-age theme. The few (very few) recognizable names here include The Ventures, Andre Prévin, Mel Tormé, and Zubin Mehta--if that sounds random, that's because it is random, and enjoyably so. Say, when does cocktail hour begin on Mars? Science Fiction Museum, 325 Fifth Ave. N., 724-3428, $12-$15. 10 a.m-5 p.m. BRIAN MILLER

    Make the jump for Indiana Jones, perfedious Canadians, and Vikings...

    FRIDAY (cont.)

    Mariners vs. Royals

    Barring the greatest September winning streak in the history of baseball, the Mariners will not be making the playoffs this year. Last year, this news could have struck fans (and did, and then some) as a major disappointment. But this year's different: The M's were supposed to suck, and that was before the team had to deal with a neverending onslaught of injuries to key players. Instead, they gamely remained in the postseason hunt until mid-August. This entire year was supposed to be about next year, or the year after next. But instead, this year's been about this year--until now. If Adrian Beltre heads to a contender via trade or waivers, fans needn't fret. That's what happens to veteran players in the final month of their contract. Instead, revel in the fact that Matt Tuiasosopo, the M's third-sacker of the future and a member of perhaps the Northwest's greatest multi-generational sporting family, will get the reps he needs to make a run at a full-time job in 2010. Which doesn't mean the Mariners won't remain competitive, especially if they're playing a perennial bed-shitter like the Kansas City Royals, in town for a four-game stand. Safeco Field, 1250 First Ave. S., 622-HITS, $8-$70. 7:10 p.m. MIKE SEELY

    Two-Lane Blacktop

    Months before completion, this 1971 story of an existential cross-country drag race was hailed "an instant classic" by Rolling Stone, while Esquire prematurely declared it "movie of the year." The hype was unsustainable. When Two-Lane Blacktop finally opened that summer, audiences were indifferent and critics underwhelmed--although the Village Voice did praise Hellman's "feeling for the vast inhuman distances which form the face of America and the character of her people." Inhuman, to be sure. Redeemed largely by Warren Oates's galvanizing portrayal of the speed freak con artist who pits his 1970 Pontiac GTO against the souped-up 1955 Chevy driven by one zombie rock star (James Taylor) and serviced by another (Dennis Wilson), Two-Lane Blacktop is a movie of achingly eloquent landscapes and absurdly inert characters. (Preceded by a program of shorts by Stan Brakhage and company.) (NR) Seattle Art Museum, 1300 First Ave., 654-3100,, $7. 7:30 p.m. J. HOBERMAN

    Nightmare Alley

    Forgotten today, source novelist William Lindsay Gresham actually worked with the freaks among a carnival before writing Nightmare Alley. This 1947 adaptation is fairly faithful to the cynical tone, though--in typical studio fashion--it changes the ending to a note of hope that Gresham never found in his own life. Tyrone Power's unprincipled grifter learns the code for a mind-reading act from old carny pro Joan Blondell, which he then makes a profitable sensation among the swells at Chicago nightclubs, aided by his cute new wife (Coleen Gray). The third woman in his life is a shrink (Helen Walker) who questions Power's supposed gifts. If the sex has been edited out of this movie, it relishes the grimy connivance of carny folk, who are not so different than their cousins in Hollywood. Power's goal, which inevitably destroys him, is to get a line of suckers for his act. He's most alive when he's roping them in, those poor, credulous saps, to get their money. And if he can't have that, he'll settle for "a bottle a day and dry place to sleep." (Not rated, through Thurs.) Grand Illusion, 1403 N.E. 50th St., 523-3935,, $5-8. 7 & 9 p.m. BRIAN MILLER

    Movies at the Mural

    Friday: Of Kung Fu Panda, Ella Taylor writes, "By all means, gather up the little ones and take them to this perfectly pleasant, very good-looking, modestly funny, dispiritingly unoriginal 2008 variant on the nerd-with-a-dream recipe. Hectic as ever, Jack Black voices Po, a pot-bellied panda who's stuck making noodles , even though he lives and breathes kung fu trivia and longs to become a Master." Saturday: Of Mamma Mia!, Suzie Rugh writes, "If my life had a soundtrack, it would filled with the songs of ABBA. For me, the tunes of Sweden's greatest export (sorry, Ikea) will never get old or out-of-date. Ever. Meryl Streep, Christine Baranski, and (yum) Colin Firth and Pierce Brosnan star." (Outdoor movies screen at dusk.). Mural Amphitheater, Seattle Center,, Free, Fri., Aug. 28, 9 p.m.; Sat., Aug. 29, 9 p.m.


    Spite House

    At first glance, trash appears to have been strewn in the front gallery of the group show Spite House (through Sept. 12). A section of chain-link fence has been crumpled into a ball on the floor. (Then, oddly, coated in gold paint.) Assemblages of duct tape, scrap wood, cardboard, and plastic bags reach up to the ceiling. Nearby, the plywood sarcophagus When the First One of Us Dies has the look of a one-man homeless shelter or coffin. It's built of rude materials salvaged from the streets by Tacoma artist Eli Hansen (with Herman Beans), the kind of stuff you find heaped next to a dumpster--not quite good enough to keep, not quite bad enough to toss. Shelter, or the lack of it, is also documented in Hansen's large photo of a temporary creation, A Place I Used to Live. This turns out to be an elevated, open air sleeping loft, mounted to a graffiti-covered wall, reachable only by a ladder, suspended over railroad tracks. (In the photo, a mattress has fallen down to the gravel railway bed.) It is not a place of rest or refuge. Rather, the flimsy, precarious roost suggests how walls and roofs can fail, and fail to protect us. Everything here is ad-hoc, revocable, could be busted up with a sledge hammer in the alley and reduced to rubble. And then next guy in need might build something with it. Lawrimore Project, 831 Airport Way S., 501-1231, Free. 10 a.m.-5:30 p.m. BRIAN MILLER

    Seattle Sounders FC vs. Toronto FC

    Ffast facts about the tame: 1. Toronto and Seattle are both in third place in their leagues. 2. The last time we played Toronto, in April, the Sounders won 2-0. 3. 86 percent of all soccer games end with a score of 2-0. 4. Fredy Montero is MLS's #2 scorer, with 10 goals in 19 games. Toronto's top scorer, Dwayne De Rosario, has nine goals in 19 games. 5. Toronto player Amado Guevara is the captain of the Honduran national team. 6. Toronto is the second-youngest team in the league, after us (or rather, before us), joining in 2007. 7. The Sounders' Tyrone Marshall played for Toronto that first season. 8. Both teams include a former model: Freddie Ljungberg for Calvin Klein, Toronto's Brian Edwards for Sta-Snug Parkas and Toques. 9. Toronto's CN Tower, coincidentally, is exactly three times as tall as the Space Needle. (1,815 ft./605 ft. or 553 meters/184 meters if you're a Communist!) 10. Expansion teams are slated to open in Portland and Vancouver (B.C.) in 2011. 11. Why haven't Canadians started their own professional league? Why do they need to play in ours? 12. You know who else advocated socialized medicine? Hitler. Qwest Field, 800 Occidental Ave. S., $20-$85. 1 p.m. GAVIN BORCHERT

    Fremont Outdoor Movies

    Unlike the recent Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, the 1981 Raiders of the Lost Ark is a movie freed from the responsibility of fatherhood, much less adulthood. Then 39, Harrison Ford was more like the embodiment of the boyish dreams of producer George Lucas and director Steven Spielberg. Sure, he makes manly eyes at Karen Allen, but the lust--like the violence, in which movie-Nazis can be killed like flies--is only as real as in the movie serials that inspired the Indy franchise. In a thoroughly satisfying, always kinetic way, this first Jones flick lives inside its own archetypes, and Ford is too disciplined an actor to wink at the artifice. He always seems sincerely, physically invested in this iconic role, whether he's outrunning boulders, being dragged under trucks, or recoiling from snakes. He's a moonlighting, grave-robbing, rogue scholar, nobody's hero. Twenty-seven years later, the filmmakers have filed those ruffian edges off his character. (And also smoothed his voice: Is there some computer process for removing the effects of 40 years of Marlboro smoking?) Here is Indy as we remember him: cocky, an improviser, irresponsible, but true to his course. He's a man you want to be--not the same thing as being a role model. (PG) Fremont Outdoor Cinema, N. 35th St. & Phinney Ave. N., 781-4230,, $5, Saturdays, 7 p.m. BRIAN MILLER


    Norway Day Centennial Celebration

    Like everyone else in town, you've probably caught up in the frenzy and the fervor of the Alaska-Yukon-Pacific Exposition centennial. After the Klondike gold rush a decade prior, the 1909 AYPE secured Seattle's position on the map. As part of that celebration, 100 years back, our ample Scandinavian community crafted a long boat called the Viking that sailed from Kirkland to the AYPE, sited on today's UW campus. (A voyage from Ballard was impossible, since the Lake Washington Ship Canal and Montlake Cut didn't yet exist.) This year, you guessed it, they're doing it again for the AYPE Norway Day Centennial Celebration. The Nordic Spirit will be launched amid much festivity--food, Norwegian choral music, kids' activities, and perhaps some paddling around Salmon Bay. It's a family friendly event, sponsored by the Nordic Heritage Museum. But should you see looters and flames at the fresh-pillaged Ballard Fred Meyer, you'll know who's responsible. Fishermen's Terminal, 3918 18th Ave. W., 789-5707, Free. 1 p.m. BRIAN MILLER

    Tim Easton

    It's nice to have friends in high places - especially if those friends are Lucinda Williams, Tim Easton's mentor, or the guys from Wilco, who've played on one of Easton's records as his backing band. And with the release of his latest New West record, Porcupine, Easton himself can take his place among alt-country royalty. But Easton's latest record, Porcupine, has Easton, a Midwesterner who relocated to Joshua Tree, California, returning to his earlier and punchier rock and roll sound. The album is still a pretty diverse collection of tunes, from the swinging rockabilly of "Burgundy Red" to the soulful slide guitars on "Young Girls" and the smooth pop sound of "Seventh Wheel." Easton's dusky, creaking vocals, similar to those of M. Ward, are perfect for relaying his occasionally tender and introspective lyrics, as on "Broke My Heart," where he sings, "There's only two things left in this world: love, and the lack thereof." (With Kate Tucker.) Tractor Tavern, 5213 Ballard Ave. N.W. 789-3599. $10. 9 p.m. E. THOMPSON

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