Stage candy—and lumps of coal—for Christmas.
Michael O’Malley’s latest sculptures were inspired by a bout of IKEA-induced frustration. After struggling to construct a cheaply-made bookshelf, O’Malley…
Seattle native Mark Morris and his acclaimed company celebrate their 20th anniversary.
An opinionated guide to current gallery and museum shows.
SATURDAY COMICS DAVID REES Once in a while, unhinged profanity in the arts can be goddamn fucking beatificthis sentence being…
Intiman announced most of its 2006 lineup and a malevolent monarch looks to be the highlight. Artistic Director Bartlett Sher,…
The sobering sequel to Angela’s Ashes.
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 21 Stories of Setting, Characters of Place: Writing from the West—America’s geographical frontier may be a topic of…
Psycho Beach Party Northwest Actors Studio; ends Sat., July 31 In program notes, director Margot Bordelon confesses that she’s too…
Bumbershoot 2005 Bumbershoot’s been a family-oriented event since its early-’70s inception. Even so, this year’s music lineup—despite Devo and later,…
Printmaking is an art in itself, and Seattle has an impressive history in printing innovation dating back to the late…
KING LEAR Center House Theatre; ends Sun., Feb. 15 Given the right trappings, I’m a sucker for middlebrow Bard. I…
Newbie novelists descend on booze-soaked Ballard, after first being grilled on the heritage of that hood.
Lauren Weedman fibs—and finds herself.
The fussy nightmares of Jim Woodring.
Crispin Spaeth’s latest piece is a faint, fuzzy Fade.
Seattle Weekly music writers choose the best bets for your Bumbershoot dollar.
Memoir details life inside prison, vaguely refers to outside world.
A noisy, disappointing Wintertime.
Elliot Perlman and Neil LaBute.
