Looking to hear a Supersuckers type band on a Monday night in one of the most disgusting bars in Seattle? You are in luck this week, as this group of self-described “space commandos ripping through the wormhole to bring you serious surf/punk/rockabilly tunes” play Seattle institution the Comet Tavern.
What says love more than the French language and old time swing? Check out Mouce Manouche and bring cash, because, just like prostitutes. the Blue Moon don’t take no credit cards. The Neptune probably does, so if you can’t get in to Mouce Manouche go check out Dr. Dog. Barry will be there.
A Seattle “Durge” duo looks to amaze you on your hump day in Ballard. What’s “Durge,” you ask? Well, “Dirge” is a somber song expressing mourning or grief, such as would be appropriate for performance at a funeral. In 1996, Coca-Cola decided to start producing Urge in the United States under the name Surge. Combine the two and you have “Durge.”
Need a break from live music? Ornate University District theater The Grand Illusion is showing an awesome documentary from filmmaker and local music scribe Chris Estey. Spokanarchy details the 1980’s punk scene of our neighbors on the other side of the state.
West Seattle. Free music. Friday night. Sounds like the perfect way to let off some steam courtesy of another guy/girl Durge duo.
You may think the Cello is beautiful, but when it is played in accordance with Melissa Levi’s voice it is even more gorgeous.
Sundays Presidents show is all ages, so take your kids and show them simple can be cool. Well, at least as cool as a couple minimally-talented bald guys can be.