PRIME MEATSPACE DELIGHTS
All the girls love knitting these days, and they gather to trade yarn recipes. Imagine if you were a BOY who could KNIT!! The world would be your oyster, and so would all those women of various ages and patterns. So grab your needle and go to the Purlygirls Knitters Gathering! Tell them it wasn't my idea! (Blue Star Cafe, 4512 Stone Way N, 548-0345. 5:45 pm, free, all ages.) by Dartanion London
Descend into the fire with your host Derek Sheen! He will be bringing you some of the freshest and fiercest comedians this side of the river (or band) Styx. Bad case of "the Mondays"? Destroy them and anyone who uses that phrase! Stiff drinks and surprisingly good food available. It's time to get metaltarded! (Mainstage Comedy and Music Club, 315 First Ave N, 217-3700. 8 pm, $6, 21+.) by Dartanion London
Some venues provide artists with vouchers for drinks or food. The Sunset gives you a washtub full of Pabst. I like that. In fact, I think it pretty much sums up the comedy of Entertainment Show masterminds Travis Vogt and Kevin Clarke, except that their tub also includes guns and Bob Hope. This month's multimedia comedy extravaganza includes Scott Moran, Solomon Georgio and World's Sexiest Comedian Paul Merrill. (Sunset Tavern, 5433 Ballard Ave NW, 784-4880. 9 pm, $6, 21+.) by Paul Merrill
The Week of Fun saves the best for last. Laff Hole, the weekly showcase put on by the People's Republic of Komedy, is arguably the best comedy show in town. Along with the regular cast of crazies, this week's show features the amazing Randy Liedke, a surreal mountain man with a heart of gold, who will be filming a DVD. (Chop Suey, 1325 E Madison St, 324-8000. 9 pm, $5, 21+.) by Paul Merrill
Tonight's show offers a dizzying (and bicoastal) array of psychoactive rock. Representing the West Coast are Black Mountain (Vancouver, BC) and Howlin' Rain (San Francisco); from back East come Brooklyn bands Yeasayer and MGMT. Black Mountain deals in druggy classic-rock dirges, Yeasayer in oddly hopeful millennial gospel. But most exciting is MGMT, a young duo who met at Wesleyan College. Their tripping ranges from liberal-arts-school noise jams to poppy, polished psych-funk to bleary-eyed ante meridiem folk. (Neumo's, 925 E Pike St, 709-9467. 8 pm, $12, 21+.) by Eric Grandy
At the end of 2006, I predicted that two hiphop labels, Mass Line and Sportn' Life, would have the biggest impact on the local scene in 2007. I was almost right. Mass Line had a spectacular year; Sportn' Life did not. Two reasons: One, rapper Fatal Lucciauno went to jail right after Sportn' Life released his CD; and two, Dyme Def and J.Pinder, the hottest young rappers in Seattle, left the label for greener pastures. The blows, however, did not kill the label. It still has D.Black. This show is all about the return of Sportn' Life. (Chop Suey, 1325 E Madison St, 324-8000. 8 pm, $7, all ages.) by Charles Mudede
While a whole lot of Seattle's hiphoppers are getting play these days, I gotta call out Dyme Def as my favorite. They're more than a couple rappers and an MC—Dyme Def are rap and rolling astronauts, and their songs are as much catchy pop as ballsy hiphop. Tonight's show also features dance performances by Miechia Taylor and the girls of Kutt'n'Up, and the whole party is hosted by Khingz of Abyssinian Creole. (Vera Project, Seattle Center, 956-8372. 7:30 pm, $6/$5 with club card, all ages.) by Megan Seling
The annual return of Sgt. Rigsby and His Amazing Silhouettes is cause for celebration. This is shadow puppetry for sinners, with wicked, witty stories about randy preachers, merry drunks, and a recurring character named Jenny, a singing chicken turned Parisian whore. In this year's show, innocent children search for their lost pets in a cruel metropolis—but the plot is just an excuse for Sgt. Rigsby (né Scot Augustson) to write testicle puns, an awkward sex scene between a hippo and a bear, and a conclusion wherein beer is the hero. (Theatre Off Jackson, 409 Seventh Ave S, 800-838-3006. 7:30 pm, $15.) by Brendan Kiley
The story is simple: A woman wakes up, gets ready to go out. But Italian theater company Socìetas Raffaello Sanzio turns her routine into stark symbolism: The woman "wakes" out of a silicon cocoon; she pours perfume on a big, smoking-hot sword; she is beaten by men with pillows; she dances with a black woman in chains. The way artistic director Lane Czaplinski talks about Hey Girl!, it's the show he's been waiting for all year. (On the Boards, 100 W Roy St, 217-9888. 8 pm, $24. Jan 31–Feb 3.) by Brendan Kiley
