With hardly a ticket left to the ballet, we visit the Opera House for wind concert of which I only remember the unruly crowd and not a thing about the music.
As is often the case, it is what you are not looking for that turns out the most interesting.
While the anarchists were getting busy to trash our city, a whole different thing was happening over in Gasworks: morris dancing!
Playing non-stop for the last six weeks, this is a stunning set of love songs, leavings, and sad.
A modern opera provides an excuse to visit Vancouver, I just wish I was more excited by it.
Better in a car and better loud, it's my current favorite band. They're coming to Seattle.
It's mopey, self-absorbed, high on pathetic whine and pretty much the perfect for sitting with headphones, typing while thinking about something else you'd like to be doing.
Old-timey music is a big deal in our city and the Tall Boys are some of the best of the younger players.
When Justin simulated sex on stage, I just cringed a bit for all the teenage girls there with their mothers. The show had everything I thought it might: smooth dance moves, power ballads, and teenagers in a frenzy.