• Last week, we were sad to report on the Comet Tavern's unexpected shuttering on October 2; according to the Comet's booker, Michelle Smith, and Capitol Hill Seattle, the venue's owner of six years, Brian Balodis, is facing serious financial trouble. Smith then posted a Facebook update alleging that "The Comet owner secretly removed the sound system and other items of value from the venue." The venue's future remains uncertain, though local musician Ian Hill has put in an offer to purchase the graffiti'd punk palace. Hill says, "I want to retain what the Comet means to so many people as a music venue, local staple of Capitol Hill, and a Seattle icon."

• MVP—that's Michael Jackson Versus Prince—played the Hard Rock Cafe on Saturday, with bassman Dan Roach holding it down with style (including the sartorial flair of a four-pointed pocket square). Singer Arzelia Jones Jr. has some serious pipes; she did right by the Jackson covers, possibly making him the winner. But then everyone won at MVP, on the dance floor and at the bar, where watermelon- flavored Bacardi is a thing.

• Marky Ramone's Blitzkrieg featuring Andrew W.K. on vocals destroyed Neumos on Thursday, playing more than 30 of the Ramones' greatest hits. The fast/loud renditions of the punk standards, the packed crowd of leather punk jackets and/or white jeans, plus W.K.'s boundless energy made for a climate of constant crowd surfing, fist pumping, and full-body bruises.

• The first annual Hypnotikon: Seattle Psych Fest happened last Friday and Saturday at the Triple Door, and it was quite the audio-visual banquet. Enhanced by the retina-tickling projections of Christian Petersen and Aubrey Nehring, four national acts—including Silver Apples' 75-year-old oscillator-operating genius Simeon—and eight local groups and five DJs turned the swank Triple Door into a 21st-century approximation of London's UFO Club. Attendance could've been better (couldn't it always?), but things went well enough for the organizers to start thinking about next year's event.

• New Orleans's own Quintron and Miss Pussycat played the Tractor Tavern on Friday night. During Miss Pussycat's freaky excellent puppet show—in which a bear with Day-Glo eyes baked a burned, talking cake frosted with hair—a non-sober audience member mumbled, "I'd feel more comfortable delivering a baby right now."

• On Saturday night, a saxophone-wielding, shiny-silver-suit-wearing 74-year old Nik Turner played original Hawkwind songs much to the delight of a room full of headbanging metalheads at Chop Suey. After the last song, Turner asked the crowd if anyone could help them with a place to crash. Dozens excitedly offered up their homes to the rockin' septuagenarian. recommended