Conrad Ford, "Golden Hearts" at the Croc

For those of you who are not housebound like me!  Sucks, don't it?

Nick Jaina is no longer


Tonight's Show Suggestions

Conrad Ford, "Golden Hearts" at the Croc

For those of you who are not housebound like me!  Sucks, don't it?

Nick Jaina is no longer performing at Tractor Tavern tonight because of the snow, which isn't much of a surprise. But Conrad Ford, Colin Isler and Robert Sarazin Blake are. Show starts at 9 p.m. now, and it's $7. Should be a fun evening of folk. You can read Hannah Levin's column about Conrad Ford here.

Also, the first Blue Scholars and Common Market show kicks off tonight at Neumos. Doors at 8 p.m., $15, and it's all ages, as is tomorrow night's show.

The Cops' Rock and Roll Circus feat. the Bad Things, Widower, Cancer Rising at Sunset Tavern, 9 p.m., $6

Tonight is the first of the Cops' three-day farewell extravaganza, and it's a true smorgasbord: hip hop group Cancer

Rising, Widower's Americana and The Bad Things' freaked-out

bluegrass-klezmer combo support The Cops. I was planning to attend this. Now I can't. Tear it up for me, guys.

The Nachos at Le Sexy, King Cobra, 9 p.m., $7

N-A-C-H-O-S!! Fun to say and even more fun to eat, MySpace hosts no

less than 14 pages' worth of bands who've incorporated the cheesy treat

into their name. Seattle's "The Nachos" are a masked duo who revel in

beats and depravity. These bondage-clad bad boys perpetrate keytarded

whip-hop infused with just enough humor to keep their shtick on the

correct side of the line between the ironic and completely offensive.

Which makes them the perfect band for Jackie Hell's glorious perv

party, Le Sexy. If your idea of the perfect evening includes men in

nothing more than neon undergarments and bunny heads, live electro

post-punk ditties with titles like "Little Bald Lesbian Bitch,"

multiple embodiments of the phrase "tranny hot mess" and numb toes from

dancing all night, then, my sick, sick Cinderella, get out your

six-inch Lucite heels, 'cause your bumpin' pumpkin coach awaits. MA'CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR

Eastern Grip (CD release), Thee Sgt. Major III, Open Choir Fire at High Dive, 9 p.m., $6

On their MySpace page, Seattle foursome Eastern Grip refer to their music simply as "messed-up pop songs." What do they do to mess up the straightforward melodies they come up with? They poke, pull, twist, and pummel them with guitars that sometimes twang country-like, and other times crunch angularly in an early '90s indie-rock kinda way, and still other times feed back with vigor. Then they kinda bash them around with clattering rhythms, and sing and yelp in ways that will never get you onto American Idol. Other times, they hardly mess 'em up at all - like "Boots On," a classic slab of rollicking power-pop with a Pavement-ish edge that only has a little bit of weird noise in the choruses. This show celebrates the release of the quartet's new full-length, Griptheria, which I'm sure they hope you purchase at the show before you spend all your money buying beer and getting messed up yourself. MICHAEL ALAN GOLDBERG

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