Chances are you’ve passed the Rainbow dozens of times and never noticed it. Perched next to the Blue Moon in…
BANCO DE GAIA PETER MARDIL Baltic Room, 206-624-4444, $10 9 p.m. Mon., Nov. 11 NOWADAYS, WITH EVERY swank brasserie and…
The Mars Volta leave the drive-in behind.
A new compilation CD digs an old hole.
Cousteau gives that special feeling.
The accessible improv of saxophonist Wally Shoup.
An experienced critic, he replaces Michaelangelo Matos as music editor.
The Chemical Brothers get bored on the dance floor.
Wednesday, February 8 James McMurtry The alt-country singer-songwriter plays here on the heels of his new album, Childish Things (Compadre),…
Mind, Body, and Soul.
You can learn plenty about a guy’s interests from the contents of his wallet. Most single young men I know…
Seattle Weekly: Your first record was basically a solo album, where last fall’s Descended Like Vultures found the band—which you…
DON BYRON You Are #6: More Music for Six Musicians (Blue Note) Serious sextet takes time to party. Among the…
Top-selling records at local independent record stores
Don’t tell Fiver and Grandaddy how to rock— they’re from Modesto.
Seattle Weekly: I understand the new video for your song “Some Postman” was filmed entirely on cell phone cameras. What…
Denali’s Maura Davis is ripped and ready to rock steady—Gwen Stefani had better watch her back.
The Gnome expects injustice every now and again, but last week brought several blatant miscues that fouled your usually chipper…
A new EMP exhibit revives the angry pre-slam poet who helped invent Seattle culture.
The noises filling the backyard of my parents’ house, cradled in the Blue Ridge Mountains, are unfamiliar. The first to…
