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TIG Presents: BOAT, Young Sportsmen, Mighty Giant, and the Prawns at KTUB

Imaginary Kiku — Sun, 4 May 2008 22:44:49 -0700

Join us as we say goodbye to one of the Kirkland Teen Union Building's best interns, Katie Nguyen, who will be graduating this year and going off to live the college life.

"Snowball in Hell" by They Might Be Giants

Matt Schild — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 07:14:17 -0700

Sick of slinging copies at your Kinko's night shift? Keep your nose to the grindstone and follow your dream. Maybe in 20 years, you'll have a 15-album back catalog, a devoted following and cartoon renditions of your songs.

"Astley in the Noose" by The Wonderstuff

Matt Schild — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 22:09:30 -0700

Making fun of Rick Astley is nothing new. The Wonderstuff was doing it when you were in diapers.

"This is the Life" by The Dismemberment Plan

Matt Schild — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 05:00:49 -0700

It was like having a kick-ass hipster 25-year-old girlfriend admit that senior year of high school she preferred Warrant and Cinderella to Nirvana and Mudhoney.

"How I Came to Know" by Lois Maffeo and Brendan Canty

Matt Schild — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 06:55:38 -0700

I'm still shocked, and rather bummed, that this record didn't take off better than it did.

"The Ballad of Punky Brewster" by the Chuck Hestons

imaginary ash — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 05:06:13 -0700

The good guys DO always win. On classic TV, anyway.

What would your 33 1/3 be?

Chris Estey — Wed, 9 Apr 2008 22:20:50 -0700

With the EMP Pop Conference coming up (which I‘ll be daily blogging about on the KEXP Blog myself), I asked a few local luminaries what album they would write a 33 1/3 book about...

"Broken Plates" by Magneta Lane

Matt Schild — Sun, 6 Apr 2008 20:58:25 -0700

What the hell is this? And why is it on my iPod? I kind of feel like a slut at this point.

Interview with Bradley Horror of Black Eyes and Neckties

Imaginary Shrie — Tue, 1 Apr 2008 10:32:00 -0700

Bradley Horror took time out of his pizza-slinging schedule to have a few words with me about the current state of the band.

"Agenda Suicide" by The Faint

Matt Schild — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 20:52:28 -0700

I'll be the first to admit that if you're going to let your personal philosophy take cues from popular music, it's probably best to let folks like Billy Bragg or The Clash set the agenda rather than The Faint.

"Song for Sunshine" by Belle & Sebastian

Imaginary Shrie — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 05:42:35 -0700

The essence of breezy elation

"Stop the World" by The Clash

Matt Schild — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 22:20:11 -0700

I skipped my high-school homecoming parade my senior year to bug out and buy CDs. I don't regret it a bit.

"The Cradle, the Brothel and the Bible School" by The Flesh

Matt Schild — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 05:36:38 -0700

If I were the sort to anthromorphize my iPod, I'd say this is its notice to me not to forget about The Flesh.

"Baby, Let's Rock!" by Zwan

Justin Koeppen — Fri, 21 Mar 2008 13:15:36 -0700

Everyone has moments in their life they wish other people would forget. Industrio-alterna-goth figureheads are no exception.

"When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin

Justin Koeppen — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 11:30:03 -0700

An unmatched classic revitalized in dozens of tasteless Katrina documentaries.

SXSW: A coming of age story...

the sleepwalker — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 08:32:45 -0700

It's difficult to describe the overwhelming experience of being surrounded by people who dedicate their lives and energies to music.

"Essence" by Lucinda Williams

imaginary ash — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 07:01:10 -0700

Baby, sweet baby...

"Bonnie and Clyde" by Serge Gainsbourg and Brigitte Bardot

imaginary ash — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 06:54:57 -0700

Alors, voila, Clyde a une petite amie!

"These Little Monkeys" by Jonathan Fire*Eater

Matt Schild — Tue, 4 Mar 2008 22:40:22 -0800

I don't have any idea who first gave me that Jonathan Fire*Eater EP, but if you're reading, thanks. Thanks a ton.

"All for Swinging You Around" by The New Pornographers

Matt Schild — Tue, 4 Mar 2008 09:41:13 -0800

Even in 2003, it was pretty clear the Pornographers were shooting for (and coming dangerously close to) pure-pop perfection rather than indie-rock fads.