Art Should Be Free, Motherfuckers! (Such as Perfume Genius, Madonna, and Jeffry Mitchell)
• During a recent performance at Washington Ensemble Theater, company member Samie Detzer took all the cash from the box office and threw it at the audience, yelling, "Art should be free, motherfuckers!" Co–artistic director Noah Benezra said it was a planned gesture. "People don't come to free things, but we want to put on fun free events," he said, "so this was our compromise."
• Unless a new owner has materialized out of the ether, Queen Anne Books will close on Halloween. This is a huge loss for Seattle's literary community. Queen Anne Books was the first physical bookstore to embrace e-books in Seattle, and the store is home to some of Seattle's finest booksellers. Between this news, and the fact that megapublishers Penguin and Random House announced their merger on Monday, 2013 is already looking to be a pretty dismal year for the book world.
• The Frye's just-launched-and-continuing- for-the-next-several-months exhibition—Moment Magnitude—made good on its name with Saturday night's performance by Perfume Genius. The Seattle-based singer/songwriter wrapped up his world tour with an intimate show in one of the Frye's large gallery rooms, which was comfortably filled with a mix of gallery types and music nerds. Of note: the artist's back-to-back covers of Neil Young's "Helpless" and Madonna's "Oh Father," and the effect of Halloween on the night's sartorial choices. (No sexy nurse bullshit, just the odd lumberjack or werewolf princess milling about.)
• The Stranger didn't have much to say about Seattle Lit Crawl. That's because it was, you know, fine. There were a whole bunch of readers, and some of them were awful and some of them were good. Most were mediocre. In a single year, the lit crawl device exploded on the scene (with the Capitol Hill Lit Crawl) and almost immediately became overused. Instead, this fall's most exciting literary event is likely to be Short Run, the small-press expo happening on Saturday, where poets and comics artists come together for a day to talk shop. Some interesting hybrid projects might be conceived there. (See Stranger Suggests, page 19, for more details.)
• Somebody gave Jeffry Mitchell his first-ever suit for the opening last weekend of his exhibition Like A Valentine at the Henry. The suit was black, and he added a Halloween-orange gerbera daisy boutonnière so big that he could have worn it as a mask. Ads for the show are materializing on city buses—follow that 49 to 25 years of drawing, painting, sculpting, and installation.