Mike Seely is the erstwhile Editor-in-Chief of Seattle Weekly and a former staff writer at the Riverfront Times in St. Louis. He was once the Southern Illinois correspondent for the Daily Racing Form, wrote a book about dive bars, and has written about both Walla Walla and White Center for The New York Times. His daughters are named Lucinda and June, not by accident.
Whenever I listen to Jerry Garcia play guitar, I wonder why I listen to anyone else play guitar, because nobody plays guitar as well as Jerry Garcia. This feeling swiftly rushed back into my bones as I heard Jerry and […]
In previewing the Turnpike Troubadours’ gig opening for Miranda Lambert at the Tacoma (Wash.) Dome on Feb. 1, I wrote that they would “likely be restricted to about 45 minutes of stage time, max.” It turned out to be more […]
Last night was dark, and wetter than wet. The streets were empty in Seattle, as was the Lava Lounge at 8:30. The Lava Lounge is never empty at 8:30; it’s the sort of comfortable dive that lures people away from […]
When word broke Monday that Tom Petty was gravely ill, I poured myself a tequila sunset (a tequila sunrise, minus everything but the tequila) and played one of my favorite albums. It wasn’t a Hearbreakers album; it was Lucinda Williams’ […]
How would you spend your ideal 24 hours? Mine might involve New Orleans, a po’ boy at Liuzza’s, betting (and winning) on the horses next door, great live music at a Frenchmen Street bar that doesn’t close, a bottomless trough […]
“Last year was a son of a bitch for nearly everyone we know,” Jason Isbell sang at the outset of his show at Seattle’s opulent Paramount Theatre on Tuesday night, instantly energizing what he had to know was a copacetic […]
It’s not dark yet, but it’s gettin’ there. Allison Moorer and Shelby Lynne had no such warning when their father killed their mother and then took his own life—in front of his teen daughters, no less. How one recovers from […]
Florida isn’t the armpit of America; it’s both armpits. Just look at the shape of it. The state’s perpetually balmy weather and endless beaches are effectively negated by hordes of pushy Northeast carpetbaggers who’ve come south to live the good […]
It’s typically fruitless to search for signs of the Apocalypse, but I believe I spotted one last night in Seattle: A near-capacity crowd of more than a thousand people in the sanctuary city where I live singing along, at full […]
Clad in a black hat onstage at Seattle’s Tractor Tavern on Thursday night, Sunny Sweeney remarked that she’d move to the Pacific Northwest in a heartbeat, just so she could wear a hat every day. But that wouldn’t feel quite […]
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