Four Way Mirror is still on haitus, but will be back in a few weeks. We have lots to talk about: Pixies, Morrissey, some weird country bands.

Stay tuned.

Tonight Love My Wave presents Mischief Night!

Come dance at Buddha Belltown.

Three DJs: Miss B. Wonder Jones (moi), The Reverend of Rock, and DJ Jeremy from Florida.

Boat shoes are hitting the fashion-victim hipster scene in Seattle and it's giving me a headache.

In Brooklyn, where Williamsburg bands such as Vampire Weekend originated the trend, boat shoes are being paired with preppy gear and old professor tweed jackets. Which frankly, makes sense, since most of the WASPY kids in Williamsburg have parents who summer with them in The Hamptons (the land of the boat shoe). Observe the hipster to the left in it's natural Williamsburg environment. I kind of get it. Don't you?

Here's the rub.

In Seattle, they're being paired with a John Denver haircut, a beard or optional Burt Reynolds moustache, black skinny jeans from high school, and fisherman's knit caps. It's like Eddie Vedder hit Michael J. Fox's wardrobe room. It's wrong and un-natural.

True, it could be argued that Seattle is also the land of the boat shoe as we're a maritime community, birthed Ivar Haglund, and were populated by Viking fishermen. It's a decent pro-boat shoe argument, but only holds water if you're also wearing a hand-knit sweater, a cold-water survival suit and navigating through the Straight of Juan De Fuca on your way to risk your life to fish salmon in Alaska.

I challenge boat-shoe-wearing-hipsters to embrace their Seattle Heritage: Go Gorton's Fisherman or go home.

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I screamed when I read that Morrissey is playing the Paramount on November 29. Okay, okay, I didn't exactly scream but I immediately sent a text to my boyfriend in all capital letters. That's like screaming, right?

Morrissey, the legendary singer/songwriter and the former President of the New York Dolls Fan Club, has been touring this year in support of his new album, Years of Refusal (Top 3 in the UK). Critics seem to like the new album, and it has been selling, which is always nice.

The other big news is that Morrissey is releasing a B-Sides Album, Swords, on November 13th. According to Morrissey's website, the album includes remastered versions of songs chosen by the King of Melancholy himself.

In other news, you can now follow Morrissey on Twitter. Seriously. Here's the link. Tormented tweets are likely.

Psychedelic Furs, at their popular peak in the 1980s, could have put on a geriatric, boring, snooze-worthy show for the die-hard fans at the Moore but they didn't. They put on a surprisingly energetic and relevant performance to a notably undersold theater. They simply kicked ass.

Led by Richard and Tim Butler, the only two original band members, the new members of the band are stellar additions. Rich Good, out of the UK by way of San Francisco, is a melodic, talented, and charismatic young lead guitar player. Mars Williams, a technically brilliant sax player whose resume reads like a name-droppers wish list, joined the group. To top it off, Amanda Kramer, of Information Society and World Party fame is now on keys. With such an amazing group of collaborators, it's no wonder that the Furs grabbed the audience by the collar and shook us up a bit.

Let's not forget about Richard Butler, though. His voice is still tender, solid, and expressive. With Bowie-esque stage presence, and a subtly sexy saunter, he makes it hard to look away. He seems to be one with the audience. In those moments, time slips by and you're happy to be spending it with him--not some shit over-rated indie rock singer from Brooklyn.

Several people have asked me if the Psychedelic Furs were any good. I tell them unequivocally: Yes. They were brilliant.


psst...the Happy Mondays opened. They sucked. The only highlight was the backup singer, whose strong voice and charisma carries the band. Other than her, their current incarnation is yawn-worthy.

Depeche Mode is in Seattle tonight at the Colisseum, I mean Key Arena. In honor of their visit to our city, I decided to try the Depeche Mode Name generator (you can call me Desired Love from now on).

Surprisingly, there have been very few articles or blogs writing about them in Seattle press. I searched the blogosphere and only found one write-up by Gay Seattle (thanks, Boy(i))s!

Maybe no one is writing about the show because Depeche Mode is so f*^king good. They're just unadulterated, darksynthpopsexcandy. Period.

Or maybe it's just that Seattle's indie press has been taken over by Gen-Y indie snobs that wear checked shirts, cross their arms, and don't dance at shows. I heard checkered shirts and the new white belts this season.

Anyway, If you go, will you please let me live through you by adding a comment and letting me know your Depeche Mode Name? Or maybe someone could shrink me with Rick Moranis's raygun and I could sneak in to the show in your pocket....

xoxo,
Desired Love aka b

Tonight the Dead Baby Downhill takes over the streets of Seattle with bike messenger (and tour bike) mayhem. Who will be the winner? Some crust punk messenger on a single speed or some douchebag in a tour-de-france get-up?

Only time will tell...

The I-hate-hipsters phenomenon is documented in an AWESOME Boston.com video.

You're welcome.

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