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Are you free tonight? Do you have six dollars? GREAT! Here's what you're doing: hop on a bus or get in your car around, oh, 8:15, and head on down to the Tractor {doors are at 8pm} to catch Pablo Trucker's opening set. They're playing first of three, opening for Invisible Shivers and Garage Voice. While I'm sure those two bands are well worth your time, the ticket price is worth it just to see these guys start the show (and would be true at double the cost).
In case you've missed me emoting about Andrew and Brian here, here, here, here, here and here, you can take a pop on over to their bandcamp page to get a feel for some of their recent work {and listen to releases going back to '09ish}. Pablo Trucker sets basically guarantee ultimate sad bastard moves that will put all the sad bastard moves you've known until now to utter shame.
Generally speaking, openers take the stage around 9pm, so don't be late!
{Photo courtesy of the band.}

{My Amityville Horror is screening at Grand Illusion Cinema on Friday 4/12 & Saturday 4/13 at 11pm, and again on Monday 4/14 at 9pm}
When I was a preteen, I saw the 1979 version of The Amityville Horror, which kicked off an obsession with spirits and demon possession, and learning everything about the family that had lived in the real house and what they had experienced. So I was pretty psyched when I saw that Daniel Lutz, one of the kids who lived through the actual thing, was the subject of this new documentary, My Amityville Horror.
But whoa. WHOA. This guy, who is now in his mid-40s, is clearly messed up about whatever went down in that house. Whether is was actually poltergeists causing the scares, or the active imaginations of the children (via patriarch George Lutz), is left up to you to decide. Regardless, it’s clear that the scars Danny bears from it will never heal completely.
Latest comment by: imaginary liz: "
My interest is piqued! I can't wait to find out the full story. I only recently heard the rumors that it wasn't all real, and that alone blew my mind (I live in a naive / paranormal bubble, I guess?).
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"Let's get on 95 / and feel the fire."
Charles Bradley isn't just a performer, he's a force. He's an experience. He's a feeling in your guts that all will be right with the world if we just love each other and try hard enough, that we can simultaneously transcend our heartbreak and embrace those sharp corners of our hearts that shape us. And his latest single, "Strictly Reserved For You," manages to embody his one-of-a-kind essence in the most beautiful and complete of ways -- it's a fully legit track, whether for your next mixtape or your next party playlist, and leads me to believe that the new album (Victim of Love, out last month on Daptone) is going to do some serious damage on this year's best-of lists.
With that said, we've got to take a minute to talk about this gem of a video. It seriously creates a near-indescribable level of joy that translates the heartburst-y bliss of Charles as we know and love him, presented with a hip, beautiful, clean-but-not-sterile vision that almost feels like we're following him through a week of his life. We see the streets he walks every day, we see his coffeeshop moments, his dance moves and work days and park days: Charles In His Van, Charles On His Street, Charles In His Jacket, Charles On A Soundstage, Charles In The Grass. (And ugh, can someone please make a .gif out of Charles Being Birthed By A Hydrangea Bush?? SO GOOD.)
Latest comment by: John in Ballard: "
Love me some Charles Bradley. Still letting this album settle in, but this song is so far my favorite on the album.
Also, that GIF seems to encapsulate Bradley pretty well for me. Just oozing with passion and sincerity.
"HOLD UP. Miss Janeane Garofalo is coming to The Neptune Thursday night and I didn't know until NOW? I am failing as a super-fan.
I fell for Janeane in the 90s during her heyday -- loving her clever sarcasm to death right along with her blunt bangs, long dark hair, and quirky vintage style (best dance ever in Realty Bites. EVER). When Barbara Walters interviewed her, she said that Garofalo steals every movie scene she's in, and she's not lying. I own a copy of The Truth About Cats and Dogs, and I still maintain to this day that she was, is, and will always be hotter than Uma Thurman. But enough about my JG lust -- let's talk stand-up.
This girl is funny. And I say that as someone who generally doesn't dig on stand-up. But I have a good feeling about this, you guys. Garofalo's got serious chops, and digging around on YouTube tells me she's just as awesome as ever. So I'll be blowing drinks out of my nose near the front of the stage this week. Come join me!
{STG Presents Janeane Garofalo at The Neptune | Thursday, April 11 | Doors @ 7, Show @ 8 | All Ages, Bar w/I.D. | $22.50 adv, $25 day of}

{Evil Dead opens in Seattle on Friday, 4/5 and is screening at the Regal Meridian 16, the Landmark Varsity, and Thornton Place}
Holy shit you guys. Holy. Shit. I was really hoping the Evil Dead reboot would be awesome, but I had no expectations that it would be as fantastically amazing as it turned out to be. As a horror fan, I gotta tell you that this is one of the finest examples of the genre that I’ve ever seen. Ever.
Fans of the original don’t need to be worried—it’s not a straight-up remake. It’s more of a reboot that uses the basics of The Evil Dead story as a starting point to create a new legend, combined with some really clever nods to Raimi’s work. Which include a new take on his signature camera moves and some great twists on everything you loved about the 1981 flick.
The opening sequence sets you up for the glorious splatter that follows in a surprisingly original way. And you probably know the rest, more or less: five friends head to a cabin in order to help their heroin-addicted friend Mia (Jane Levy, I will never be able to look at you on Suburgatory the same way again) dry out. The group includes Mia’s somewhat estranged brother, David (Shiloh Fernandez); his blonde girlfriend, Natalie; dark-haired nurse Olivia, and bespectacled hipster-nerd Eric.
Unfortunately, the group soon stumbles onto a creepy basement filled with ominous ritualistic items, like strung-up rotting cats (so many rotting cats), and The Book of the Dead (not yet named as such), and Eric, the genius (!!!) brings it upstairs and starts reading the words contained within. AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
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