REPORTS FROM THE MARINERS’ spring training camp in Peoria, Ariz., are upbeat, despite the glaring absence of a certain all-star…
The Belltown space that housed a furnace repair shop in the 1950s is still cranking out hot goods: This time,…
Seattle’s barbecue Mecca is a tiny Georgetown shack.
Seattle Weekly music writers choose the best bets for your Bumbershoot dollar.
GOSFORD PARK Universal Home Video, $19.95 SINCE ONCE IS not nearly enough for the interweavings of Robert Altman’s sublime Gosford…
An old joke about Sammy Davis Jr., attributed to a mid-’50s newspaper columnist, resurfaces in the liner notes of the…
Escapist CD sets gold standard for Congolese compilations.
Lions Gate Home Ent., $28.98.
How an enterprise once intended to serve the poor turned into big business.
94 Stewart channels a trend-setting Seattle original.
Back after a long absence, GVSB come out swinging with their first album in four years.
The porn’s gone, but the tapas will make you groan with pleasure.
Dear restaurant reviewers: It’s no shock that one of the reasons we read your papers is to get an informed…
Memoir details life inside prison, vaguely refers to outside world.
The word is out—you can’t get any hotter than God and Jesus Christ these days. Already cited as the inspiration…
Also: The Bad Plus, OHM+, and DangerDoom.
“Would Howard Schultz put up with poor decisions and declining profits and performance if it were Starbucks?”
Is it too late for the middle-aged to learn to make sweet music?
Randy Quaid embarrassed, Orson Welles redeemed, and Christopher Reeve as monster.
A noisy, disappointing Wintertime.
