Once a year, The Stranger takes a break from its usual posture of aggressive criticism and devotes its pages to unalloyed praise of five artists who make the city—and the world—a better place. We also give them each $5,000. The Stranger’s arts editors select the Geniuses. There is no nomination process. Winners are notified via cake. Here’s more information (you can donate!).
We celebrated mightily at the Ninth Annual Stranger Genius Awards, Seattle’s only all-arts party, where set designers made out with filmmakers and musicians bought drinks for writers (thanks!). It was Friday, September 16, at the Moore Theatre, with Wild Orchid Children, Wheedle’s Groove, OC Notes, and Emerald City Soul Club. It ruled. We are really hungover.
And now, please meet the 2011 Geniuses.
Wow.
You guys got yerselfs Fabio! (Whe knew HE was a GENIUS?!)
Well Done!
(Lots of people tell me that I look just like Fabio. And, other than the hair, the bod, and the well-chisled face, I think I’d have to agree with them…)
Why do the drawings of the winners always make them look like such smug, pretentious, a-holes?
Suggestions:
to Paul Constant: ‘Why not quote at least one good page of the winner, to allow a reader to get a feel for the writer’s work?”
Mr. Frizelle I want to rename “frizzles” – his verbiage does nothing to convince me that John Osebold is any good, which he might very well be.
Jen Greves, as usual, is the only critic, aside Mr. Mudede, who is worth paying attention to in The Stranger.
I miss Annie Wagner who seemed to have some real talent as a drama reviewer.