Android performed aerobics to "Crazy Train" while Gary stripped down to a G-string, leaving nothing to the imagination as he jammed on his instrument (one of those "key-tars"). Seattle's Judge Laureate Kim Warnick also lent a hand, although she declined to perform. Acts included naughty dancers and several celebrity impersonators, including a faux Kate Bush and a spot-on Courtney Love, who, after getting the gong, fought tooth and fake nail to stay onstage, kicking and scratching and lifting her dress while threatening to bare her tits if she didn't get more time in the limelight.
"You better put me in It's My Party!!!!" screeched the phony Courtney before she'd even been called to perform. I said perhaps I would, if only she'd utter Love's famous line, "MY FACE IS MY BACKSTAGE PASS!" Oh, that is a good one. The Femurs and the Fitness performed, neither getting the gong, mind you. Afterward, a dance party ensued, as per usual these days....
Earlier in the evening, Lipstick Traces hosted a party for Spencer Moody, whose paintings are on display at the Capitol Hill store. Moody's evocative works are a steal at $120 each and the titles are limited, so check them out ASAP.
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We've all been dying to get the story on what really happened last April when R.E.M. guitarist Peter Buck got himself thrown in a London pokey after going koo-koo on a British Airways flight. According to court testimony reported on Yahoo! News, Buck's a slapstick genius: Allegedly, Peck's bad boy downed 15 glasses of wine and turned into a "paralytic Mr. Hyde." It is also alleged that Buck became stuck between two seats before he was pried free (hee!), and that he covered himself and a member of the flight crew with yogurt. Prosecutor Edward Lewis claimed that Buck thought the hostess cart was a CD player and tried to insert a disc into it, only to end up toppling it, sending crockery, honey, cereal, and milk all over the place. When the captain gave Buck a "yellow card" and warned him that the flight might be diverted if he didn't settle down, Mr. Hee-Haw tore up the card, then announced, "I am R.E.M. and I can make up a story that I was assaulted," once again proving that any remark resembling "Don't you know who I am?" will always, without fail, come back to bite you in the ass.
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Seattle was abuzz last week with sightings of Perry Farrell. The ghastly looking singer for Jane's Addiction was spotted holding court in the Green Room at the Showbox during the Spiritualized show (was it just me, or was that excellent concert hip-deep in Van Pattens?), but the most hilarious looky-loo moment was when Farrell wandered up to the Cheesecake Factory on Pike. I'm told that Farrell pressed his nose against the window and stared inside for a long time before walking away with an astonished look on his face. "He looked completely perplexed and disgusted," said one eyewitness. His loss.
