Speaking of shit out of luck: Remember a few weeks back when I mentioned a forthcoming resource network for members of the local music community to access in times of crisis? The RACk (full name: Pacific Northwest Resource & Action Conduit) website is up and running and we need musicians, songwriters, booking agents, technicians, publicists, critics, and the like to visit www.pacnwrack.org and fill out a survey that will help us get an idea of what kinds of services (including medical, substance abuse, and mental health) are needed. It warms my heart to learn that already people are offering to help out--a couple of dentists volunteered their services in emergency situations, and good guy Andrew McKeag has offered his White Christmas event (loads of bands performing the White Album start to finish) at the Sunset next month as a benefit to raise seed money for the project.
Here's some kick-ass news: Sup Pop Records has nearly finished its most profitable year to date! Thanks to the ever-lovin' popularity of the Shins and Hot Hot Heat, the label took in money like never before and I wish it continued success. Yes, I do.
Allow me to go off on a tangent for a second: I must say I am impressed with how the girls conduct themselves in the restrooms of all-ages venues, as very rarely am I faced with the disgusting duty of wiping someone else's piss off of the toilet seat before I can use it. It must be that their parents are from the enlightened age where paranoia of catching something from the toilet seat is just that--paranoia. Please, ladies in all the other bathrooms in all the other clubs, if you must hover, wipe your goddamn piss off the seat before you leave. The rudeness and grossness of not doing so is deplorable.
Oh, and speaking of restrooms, having unisex toilets is a growing trend (oh, joy) and the new Capitol Hill nightspot Chapel is participating. From the outside, most people will recognize the place as the old Butterworth funeral home on East Pine Street, across from Bauhaus. Inside, the swank club will be recognized for its resemblance to the capsized ballroom in The Poseidon Adventure, I swear! Climb upstairs to the loft and look over the railing: Isn't that Shelley Winters sitting down below?
Again with the "and speaking of": Since everybody's paying tribute to Courtney Love, I thought I'd go back and see if any of her film projects have been finished, other than the kidnapping-themed Trapped. Let's see, here's a list of what's yet to happen: In 1999 Love revealed that she was co-writing a screenplay "set between 1929 and 1930" in which she would star opposite Drew Barrymore. She also said she'd be appearing as a "hot drama teacher" in a forthcoming episode of Dawson's Creek. Then she announced that she'd produce and direct an independent film based on a fan's obsession with the Bay City Rollers. At the end of the year, Love signed on to star in Darker Saints, a thriller in which she would play an FBI forensics expert tracking a serial killer in New Orleans. (And what about that role as Lady Macbeth?) Last year, Love boasted of Hello Suckers, a film and recording venture centered around the story of '20s singer/actor Texas Guinan, star of Broadway and film who ran a notorious speakeasy in NYC during Prohibition and was a master of media manipulation and reinvention. Hello Suckers was to have featured Love performing jazz and blues standards. Oh Courtney, we sure did know ye.
