Seattle Weekly plays Jukebox Jury with Mylab’s Wayne Horvitz and Tucker Martine.
Also: Open Hearts, Tears of the Sun, and The Safety of Objects.
Send listings two weeks in advance to visualarts@seattleweekly.com. Lectures and Events Benefit Soiree Forever Forty-Four presents “Cocktails a Vingt Heure”,…
Mel Brooks’ Broadway smash should’ve stayed there.
FOR HIS FINAL Hendrix experience, Al wore a gray cardigan, white carnation, and a mortician’s idea of a contented smile….
In the former Suite G space—about as centrally Fremont as you can get—High Dive‘s vibe is more backyard Americana than…
The anti-monorail closet, that is. “I’m voting against it,” Pelz says, citing what he calls the monorail agency’s “dishonesty” on…
The area’s composers are back—and they’re after your money!
Seattle mash-up maestro DJ Lance Lockarm plays connect-the-dots with pop history.
Something old, something new from a favorite chamber music series.
THE LAST TIME I was straight, dinosaurs ruled the earth. Apparently, I’ve always been gay. It seems all the telltale…
Jazz maverick Dave Douglas dresses up Roscoe Arbuckle’s pre-sound comedy shorts with contemporary flair.
Now invading Seattle nightspots: a sex-obsessed e-commerce gambit from Time Warner.
Artistic director, Seattle Repertory Theatre.
They don’t hover atop the charts or make the gossip pages, but MxPx flirts with popularity.
To every age, every culture, an appropriate art form: The Elizabethan English had blank-verse tragedy, the elegant imperial Austrians had…
Tales of magic mushrooms, dead presidents, and hipster lounge music with Kiki & Herb.
Pacific Northwest Ballet—William Forsythe’s astringent In the middle, somewhat elevated, new to the company last year, will return (11/9-18), along…
Bucking the recent trend, heroin-related and other overdose deaths in the county increased in 2002.
Say goodbye to repetitive, custom-made ditties. TV commercials now play better music than MTV.
