SAETA. Photo courtesy of M. Macioce

SAETA (ex-Ms. Led) has their CD release party tonight at Cafe Venus . That's Matt Menovick and Lesli Wood's


Tonight's Show Suggestions. And Some Clarity On Alan Bishop.

SAETA. Photo courtesy of M. Macioce

SAETA (ex-Ms. Led) has their CD release party tonight at Cafe Venus. That's Matt Menovick and Lesli Wood's project, with cello support from Bob Smolenski. It's a quiet, whispery affair with pretty, soft instrumentals, although you may find Menovick's wispy voice to be an acquired taste.

Also, the Alan Bishop blurb we ran was actually for a Spoils show-- Alan Bishop is making a guest appearance, but the evening is actually going to be one long Spoils set, with guest appearances from Bishop, B.R.A.D., Chris Martin (of Kinski), Steve Moore, and Skerik.  The show is at the Blue Moon Tavern, starts at 10 p.m. and will cost $5.  Our bad, guys.  This wasn't clear to either Barr or me, so I'm letting you all know.  The blurb he wrote is attached, however, after the jump.

If there is any justice in the world, Seattle's own Alan Bishop will go

down in music history as a catalyst on par with Alan Lomax and Harry

Smith. Since the early '00s, the former Sun City Girl has been

releasing audio travel-collages of raw global jams on his Sublime

Frequencies imprint. As SW writer Justin F. Farrar suggested, Sublime

Frequencies is the anti-Putamayo, for Bishop (and business partner

Hisham Mayet) is out to prove that even musicians in the most

undeveloped countries have heard Hendrix...and copped his riffs. Bishop,

as any Sun City fan knows, is a hell of a musician himself, one that

puts shame to nearly every musician dabbling in genres bearing such

identifiers as "freaky" or "weird." Whereas his brother--the absurdly

talented guitarist Sir Richard Bishop--has mastered multiple musical

languages, Alan absorbs the idioms and invents his own. SCG's allure

was that it was always shrouded in mystery--a sadly absent element among

most bands these days (thanks, Interweb!) But Alan has kept the torch

of mystique aflame with pseudonymous solo albums, such as Superstars of

Greenwich Meantime under his cranky spoken-word badass alias Uncle Jim,

and Abduction, his alien-folk-drifter classic as Alvarius B. I know I

could easily make a phone call and find out what Alan is planning on

playing tonight. Instead, I say fuck it. In the spirit of all that is

truly underground, how about we all just show up and, well, expect the

unexpected. BRIAN J. BARR

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