Spencer’s had a redesign.

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My friend Heather’s post on some stereotypes about D.C. dating provoked a thought that, while probably wrong, was at any rate amusingly counterintuitive enough that I’ll repeat it here. She’s not persuaded by the claim that D.C. women are especially unfit or unattractive (depends on your comparison city, doesn’t it?) but agrees with the notion […]

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I’ll be rolling over to this AFF roundtable on “neoprohibition” later today. And getting roaring drunk at the bar later strictly as a political protest.

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After a relative drought of live music this summer, the next couple weeks are a minor deluge. Between Black Cat, DC 9 and 9:30 Club we’ve got: Zero 7 (9:30/Weds – Though at $25, I may restrain my lounge cheeziness.) Middle Distance Runner at DCist Party (BC/Thurs; alternatively Rogue Wave @ Black Cat) Rainer Maria […]

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First, an apology to Megan McCardle’s sister: I did not mean to imperil your hubcaps. For my indirect role in their fate, I am sorry. When blogospheric eminence brunette Jane Galt—”Megan” in what passes for the real world these days—came to town last Friday, I thought it would be as good an excuse as any […]

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Life is full of tradeoffs: One of mine (deep emo sigh, all together now) is that a weekend trip to NY/NJ precludes my seeing Beauty Pill—cobbled together from the remnants of one of my old faves Smart Went Crazy—play at Black Cat on Saturday. If you will be around this weekend, you should consider it […]

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Did anyone else do a double-take at the cover of the most recent Washington City Paper? The illustration for the cover story (right) is a cluster of faces, all but one black. And the subhed? “Fifteen candidates are running for the Ward 5 D.C. council seat. You try telling them apart.” Maybe their copy writer […]

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For reasons wholly unclear to me, the awesome, awesome Colorado-based band Dressy Bessy is perpetually playing backstages and tiny venues in D.C. They’ll be at DC Nine this Sunday, and are much better than you’ve got any right to expect to see in a joint that size.

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I’d meant to reply to a post over at Yglesias’ a little while back that examined one theory about D.C.’s notoriously stoic rock audiences: It’s suggested to be a legacy of Fugazi front-man Ian MacKaye’s disdain for fratboy moshers, which metastasized into a general loathing of motion. This actually got me thinking about an interesting […]

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I’m just back in town from Europe and jazzed to catch The New Pornographers and Belle & Sebastian at the 9:30 club this evening. And, as it turns out, it looks like I may have a spare ticket or two. Email me if you’re interested. (If I know you personally, text me.)

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