You may not be able to crawl around the streets of Seattle six nights a week, feverishly searching for electric local artists that stir the heart and entice the mind, but I can, and I do, and then I bring them to you in my weekly report: From the Streets of Seattle. You are in for a sweet sticky treat this time, as I introduce you to a most-loved underground artist, an inspired DJ whom everyone seems to list as their top friend on MySpace and no one ever wants to miss: NoiseMaker.

Every time NoiseMaker (a.k.a. Joshua Hale) steps up to the decks I know it will be a crazy fuck-up of a night, and so does Seattle. He always brings dancers out to the floor and then sets them on fire with his slamdown of sound. NoiseMaker is my favorite DJ in this city, which is a big fat salty ocean full of DJs. I may say this to my other electronic wizard friends (sorry yall) but with Josh I really mean it, and I’m not alone. Heaps of other DJs, promoters, photographers, artists, and go-go dancers in the city have declared the same sentiment: NoiseMaker is their favorite DJ in Seattle.

In his current demo Psy-Breaks (listen to and download a free teaser here), a ridiculous warping of musical fusion takes place. On one track Bananarama’s Cruel Summer transmorphs into an entirely new animal, a sweaty, snarling, twisted season that makes you run to the dance floor, disrobing all the paraphernalia of the presupposed reality of life on the way. Get familiar with this DJ so you can say that you knew him when, that you were dancing under a bridge in the freezing cold at five in the morning with the soundmaster of tomorrow.

So what’s up with this DJ?

NoiseMaker ignites crowds like the anti-fireman of the sound revolution, a peaceful warrior and artist who sets to flames all who hear his unique and expressive style. His weapon is a smart-bomb of beats, an imaginative interpretation of music which is virtually an orgy of genres from glitch to hip-hop to dub step to 80’s pop hits to drum and bass to thug rap from the eastern suburbs of Paris. His sets are always fresh and full of provocative melodic contortions; NoiseMaker owns the word bold. Unafraid to take risks, he chops up everything from Rage Against the Machine to Justin Timberlake with no apologies and with much love from his audience. He is not constrained by any one musical variety and his artful combination of ancient and futuristic sounds speaks loudly to those in the world living for the present. On NoiseMaker’s dance floor tribal drums blend effortlessly with cascading electronic tones, songs from animal mouths are laid over your great-grandchildren’s cut-up bass mixes, and pulsing jet airplane crashes collide seamlessly with the dark layers of deep, emotive aggression you would find on a post-apocalyptic carousel ride. You better hold on tight kids, this is the red pill.

The Seattle crowd salivates for his thick, heavy bass; fuck that, the obese bass, the shamelessly sticky grinding ribcage-rattling thunderfunk that drives humans into transcendent madness. NoiseMaker does not settle for music as solely an aural experience; his sets engage the whole body, from dancing toes to the tips of sweaty, slinging hair. It’s not just the random masses whose unconscious inner artists pull them shaking and vibing to the dance floor in reverence of this commander of crunk; countless other DJs are always on his floor getting down, constant proof not only of NoiseMaker’s talent but also of his appeal as a performer and his ability to connect with the beat-hungry souls who crave the palpable energy exchange that he creates. He never fails to stimulate his ever-present crowd, his dynamic musical designs produce an environment where die-hard fans collide with wanderers who step onto the dance floor with, “who the, how the, what the hell is this?” on their tongues in response to his original and engaging performance, and the room explodes with the passion of the new, the bold, and the fresh, which NoiseMaker loves to deliver- you can see it in his eyes.

Most exciting of all is the fact that NoiseMaker’s sound continues to develop and his contribution to the Seattle and West Coast electronic music scenes progressively deepens with each night he spins. Besides being involved with the Seattle DJ collective Beatcon Crew and the monthly dance mania and brain-killer Spy Party, he has also performed alongside such talents as BreakBeatBuddha, Novatron, Kadeejah Streets, KJ Sawka, Skoi Sirius, Chris Fortier, DJ Crime, Influenza, Dig Dug, Psychoz, DJ Pyro, and many others who are stretching the definition of music into a new and exhilarating creature. The future of art is happening right now, and it sounds like NoiseMaker.

Try to be as fearless and original in your life as NoiseMaker is with the music he throws. It’s no secret that I heart the glitch more than most things on earth; it is the embrace of futuristic sounds in combination with the deep bass that I respond to, the brash back-talking ethos of Hell yes, I’m pushing buttons- and look what it does to my dance floor, the musical representation of the post-modern void of a world we live in which could end any second with the press of another kind of button. I am far from alone, and this revolution will not be televised. Come and experience with us dance rioters the mmm-mmm-good glitch and NoiseMaker this Thursday night at Midtempo Madness at Crimson C with Souleye, BLVD, and Vibesquad. This lineup is so sick, it’s practically dying. I’ll be at home: on the front of the dance floor, that is. See you there.

Les McCann is coming to Dimitriou’s Jazz Alley the first weekend in May and the show is being billed as “Swiss Movement Revisited with Javon Jackson.” The current tour coincides with a new release of that seminal live album recorded at the Montreux Jazz Festival in 1969. Given that I listen to at least one song from Swiss Movement every week, it made me want to consider what would be my top live albums of all time. (Let’s be honest: in my case “all time” means it was probably recorded in the 60s or 70s.) But that could be a long list, so my criteria for this list is that I must still listen to the album at least monthly.

In no particular order:

1. Les McCann & Eddie Harris. Swiss Movement. Still one of my favorites. The single “Compared to What” went platinum and crossed over to the rock charts in 1970. I always think the best live albums are those that reflect the spontaneity of the live concert experience and this one certainly did, given that Eddie Harris and Benny Bailey hadn’t even rehearsed with the Les McCann Trio before taking the stage.

2. The Allman Brothers Band. At Fillmore East. One of the greatest rock albums of all time and the 23-minute version of “Whipping Post” one of the most memorable live songs. “In Memory of Elizabeth Reed” tends to be my go-to song from this, but I’ve written a lot of product specs while listening to this album from 1971 in its entirety. American Idol fans will remember Bo Bice riding a performance of “Whipping Post” all the way to second place.

3. Lou Rawls. Live! Recorded in a Chicago club in 1966, it features jazz and blues standards, such as “Stormy Monday” and “Goin to Chicago Blues.” But his half spoken/half sung “Street Corner Hustler Blues” would have been worth the price of admission. Lou Rawls had one of the smoothest singing voices ever, but this album lets him let loose a bit from his more typical mainstream commercial output.

4. Donny Hathaway. Live. Recorded in Hollywood and Greenwich Village in 1972, this featured only one song actually written by Hathaway, “The Ghetto.” He covered Marvin Gaye’s “What’s Going On,” John Lennon’s “Jealous Guy” and Carole King’s “You’ve Got a Friend.” You’ve missed out if you haven’t heard this album because it’s incredible. What a shame that this great singer’s life was cut short so young.

5. Neil Diamond. Gold: Recorded Live at the Troubadour. What can I say? I like a little Neil Diamond now and then, at least the early Neil, and I continue to listen to this album. Most Diamond fans would pick “Hot August Nights” or “Live at the Greek” as favorite live albums, but this 1970 gem best highlights his singer-songwriter skills. It featured a small band, just drums, bass, guitar and some great, gospel-like backup singing. Songs that were way too schmaltzy for many people in their commercial release are very unpretentious here. By the way, Neil will be at Key Arena on September 24.

6. Neil Young. Live Rust. The other Neil. And the only album recorded at a concert I actually attended, at the Cow Palace in San Francisco in 1978. Although I listen to “Everybody Knows this is Nowhere” more than this album, it still has some of my favorite Neil Young songs.

Last night around 6:15 PM across from Neumo’s was a long line of Seattle women: pretty, professional, heel-wearing, yabba-yabba gabbing women, waiting in the rain to get into the monthly event by Girl Power Hour. April’s installment was at The Sole Repair Shop and the theme was Girl Power Hour Goes Green; the ladies were lining up not only to network with other similar creatures but to learn new ways of living sustainably and creating and environmentally conscious world.

The night was very multi-faceted, a perfect match for the attendees who no doubt know a thing or two about doing multiple things at once. I talked to women from many different professional arenas: artists, relationship counselors, lawyers, businesswomen, models, and more. The turnout was great, it was almost a stretch to create floorspace for the sustainable fashion show by The Finerie. The women really responded to the chi-chi eco-chique that filled the floor with purple silk dresses and other sustainable fabrics (overheard: “Silk is sustainable? YES!”). Local nibbles, chocolates from Theo Chocolate, and organic donuts from Mighty O were also a hit, as well as the lavender and kumquat cocktails made from Square One Organic Vodka. All through the night Seattle’s first “Green Deejay” Tecumseh of Bamboo Beats played easy salsa rhythms, henna tattoos were created, and tips on how to conserve energy were projected up onto the wall.

The theme was green but the focus of the night, and of Girl Power Hour, is networking for cool women; getting like-minded chicks together to meet and make alliances, to promote each other in a man’s world (and yes, it still is, in case you were wondering). For this Girl Power Hour founders Darnell Sue and Samantha Lawton deserve major props; they are trying to create a New Girls Club to promote females in the way that the Old Boys Club does for the fellows. Women and networking go together like, well, women and networking: we LOVE to talk, and we are good at it. Girl Power Hour attempts to harness this female talent into more than yakking about celebrities’ fashion choices or what-he-said; in fact the women of Seattle can talk ourselves to a world where women help each other out and up, cocktail in hand and confidence in our smiles.

Next month’s Girls Go Green event takes place May 15 at Belltown’s See Sound Lounge and supports The American Heart Association’s Go Red for Women Movement: expect lots of red dresses, pole dancing by D’Vine Movement, and beats from a very talented (and very lucky) DJ Jeromy Nail. More monthly cocktail schmoozes are in the works; check out the Girl Power Hour website for more details, to R.S.V.P. for events, sign up for newsletters, and find out how you can get involved with this dynamic group of women.

THURSDAY:

• Kick your weekend off in an environmentally sensitive way: take the bus to Girl Power Hour Goes Green at The Sole Repair Shop up on Capitol Hill. Learn how to make conscious choices about fashion, food, and much more- but you have to be female to join in the fun.
• The Wood Brothers share their blend of bluegrass and roots music at the Triple Door; I really love the food and music combination especially when it goes down easy like this talented sibling duo.
• Feeling like a little off-to-the-side hip-hop for your Thursday night? Pigeon John graces Nectar and brings his particular and peculiar brand of rhymin’ to Seatown; it’s his CD release party with Ohmega Watts in the house as well.
• Cap off Thursday night-where else?-at Contour and dance into the tiny hours with local deejay legends Mark F-R, Flave, Llyod Tatum, Noisemaker, and Chicks Ahoy (a.k.a. two really hot girl deejays spinning a little punked-out 80’s tasting mash-ups). You got somethin’ better to do?

FRIDAY:

• Soon-to-be-famous killer rock band Derby from P-Town lights up The Sunset in Ballard. Haven’t heard of them? Get to Ballard tonight and discover your next favorite band.
• For all your reggae-heads out there, Clinton Fearon and the Boogie Brown Band lively up Nectar Lounge once again; this is always a good show if you don’t want to go too crazy but still want to get down and groove.
• Mount Eerie at The Vera Project comes very highly recommended as showcasing the true artistry of Phil Elverum not just some other crapola musician. It is all ages however, so you have been warned…

SATURDAY

• For a sweaty Saturday night, head to Neumo’s for The Teenagers who will be filling the space with much pop mania and good vibes- even if they are still wearing training wheels.
• I love the High Dive and it’s gonna be bangin’ on Saturday night with powerhouses The Valley, Iceage Cobra, and the DT’s from Bellingham; if you like your rock and roll raw and dirty, this night was made for you.
• Snoochie Boochies 3 at the CHAC isn’t just a fevered dance party and record release party for DJ4NORML; they’re also donating all proceeds from the event to the effort to legalize marijuana, just in time for April 20th- Rick Steves would approve.
• To continue celebrating the annual stoner’s holiday, head down to Crimson C, the new club dujour, for the party whose name leaves no need for an explanation: We Thought If We Were Going To Throw A Party, Wee’d Need A Theme. Potheads dancing? This oughtta be good.

I went to The Animals At Night CD Release Party at the Nectar Lounge last night and wrote a comment about it here at culturemob.com. There’s a special message for all musicians about something The Animals At Night did to promote themselves. I think everyone should consider it.

Here’s Graig Markel (on keys), Joe Patterson (drums) and their special guests performing live last night.

If you happen to run into Graig walking down the street. Stop and say hi to him because he’s the type of guy that will take a second to say “what’s up!”

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There’s no doubt that the Two Loons for Tea live performance at the Triple Door Musicquarium was one fresh experience. I wrote a comment/review of the show under the name Fred Roth (my comment here), but I have to tell you that there are no words that can do last night any justice. You had to be there to know what I’m talking about. Here’s a short but sweet video clip of Two Loons for Tea performing one of my favorite tunes of the night.

Two Loons for Tea is signed by Sarathan Records.

Mell Dettmer was in the house and did a duet performance with Two Loons very own Jonathan Kochmer. My good friends were there, met some really cool people. Kicked it with the Drummer Jay Hoots. Some guy started doing an interpretive dance that seemed strangely appropriate. It was one of those great nights in Seattle.

It reminds me of my other great nights in Seattle. Here are my top 10 greatest nights in Seattle for 2008 so far (in no specific order).

1. New Year’s Eve Party at Le Pichet featuring Seattle’s hottest band New Faces
2. Dinner with Cheryl Waters (KEXP) at Verve Wine Bar. We have to do that again!
3. My night at ToST watching the band Marmalade with Davee C on Drums
4. Gutter Twins at the Showbox (at the Market)
5. Watching Chris Brummel play the bass with the band Super Sonic Soul Pimps at the Nectar Lounge
6. The Rawstock Short Film Festival at the ACT Theatre
7. Two Loons for Tea at the Triple Door’s Musicquarium
8. Having a beer with Kevin LeDoux and Chris Pierard at Park Pub
9. X live at the Showbox (at the Market)
10. D. Black, GMK and Grynch at the Vera Project

You can find other great nights in Seattle here at culturemob.com

The new Cirque du Soleil performance, Corteo, opens Thursday April 24 but Le Grand Chapiteau or THE BIG TOP will be raised today at Marymoor Park at 11AM.

The giant blue and yellow tent takes eight days to be completely set up; it is 66′ tall, 167′ in diameter, and is supported by four 80′ tall masts. It holds 2,700 people in a climate-controlled environment and is transported city to city by 63 tractor-trailers carrying 800 tons of equipment!

Stay tuned for more information about Cirque du Soleil: Corteo.

GUEST BLOGGER: Tyson Lynn

The EELS played a sold out show at The Showbox Friday night, and I wanted nothing more than to be there. But I slacked, waiting too long to buy tickets, hoping for one of those things that happens sometimes when you write about something you love: it ignores you and breaks your heart. So that happened, but unfortunately it’s not redeemable at the door.

For you lucky few who made it in (the show was sold out), I hope you had a great time and will tell me how it goes. Here’s why:

Some years ago, I worked for Resonance, the late great Seattle culture mag. Through them, I had the opportunity to interview Mr. Mark Oliver Everett- Mr. EELS himself- about vice. A choice quote from that interview:

Do you smoke more or less out on the road?

I think I did smoke more on the tour, because it was part of the show. It was used as a theatrical device, which made it slightly less enjoyable because it had to be choreographed. Ok, I have a moment here to puff, then I’ve got to put the guitar on, and then turn over here and play the pump organ, another puff here, sing here. It was fun, but it wasn’t as enjoyable as sitting down and doing nothing but smoke. That was the only time I was smoking on tour. I wasn’t smoking after the show because I’d had enough during the show.

Here is a man who built an entire tour (a laudable one, too, viewable at your discretion on EELS with Strings: Live at Town Hall) around smoking. Featuring two sidemen and a string quartet, it was a big to-do of a performance. I saw him on his next go-through, and it was an entirely different beast.

He came on stage, this tall, hulking man, dressed simply in bemused arrogance. This was Security (he was also their back-up singer and tambourine player; both touches of magnificent genius). The band came on behind him, four men total, wearing leathers and blacks. They never addressed the crowd as they played EELS songs at a gut-rupturing level for nearly ninety minutes. I felt truly like a man that night, that show was so good.

In Daniel Levitin’s book This is Your Brain on Music: The Science of a Human Obsession, he mentions how finely attuned we are to the non-musical process of creating music, the physical tool of creation. He says:

“New studies […] have shown that non-musician listeners are exquisitely sensitive to the physical gestures that musicians make. By watching a musical performance with the sound turned off, and attending to things like the musician’s arm, shoulder, and torso movements, ordinary listeners can detect a great deal of the expressive intentions of the musician. Add in the sound, and an emergent quality appears–an understanding of the musician’s expressive intentions that goes beyond what was available in the sound or the visual image alone.”

Which is a long way of saying: nothing I say can recreate the mesmerizing experience of seeing the EELS play that night, wrapped up as it was in its method of delivery, and I expect the same tonight. So, please, tell me how it goes, and you and I will both understand if all you’re left with is: Awesome.

The Dalai Lama has hope for humankind. His Holiness, the 14th reincarnation of the Dalai Lama, thinks we can make it if we put down our guns and wallets and realize that we’re all the same; we all want a warm bed at night, food for our brothers and sisters, a peaceful future for our children, and someone to hold our hand and/or light a fire under us when things get tough. The Dalai Lama believes this, despite the fact that his country has long been usurped and his people are dying. Right now, his people are dying.

If the Dalai Lama has hope, I do too.

Friday afternoon at Key Arena the Dalai Lama met with songwriter Dave Matthews, journalist Ann Curry, and a fat Seattle crowd to kick off the Seeds of Compassion event, going on right now all over the city. I had never seen His Holiness in person before, and what struck me the most was the grace and moreover the humor which radiated from his being, his very essence. Easy smiles and laughs bubbled out of the cute 72-year old man like a stream (I said it, what? A bodhisattva can be adorable). Ann Curry helped steer the direction with a good journalist’s inquisition and a bad-ass woman’s confidence while Dave Matthews, always quite the freak (the biggest complement in my book), squirmed awkwardly in his seat; his twitchy nature, bizarre facial expressions, and clothes from the bedroom floor putting all of Key Arena at ease.

The panel spoke of many facets of compassion and the room was silently respectful of the wisdom incarnate that sat in front of us, leaning forward in our seats in order not to miss a word. Ms. Curry brought up the very tough question: how do we love and show compassion to our enemies, to those who have harmed us and the ones we love? How do we forgive and forget? The Dalai Lama answered that no one ever really forgets transgressions. We all this truth, but for some reason this idea of “forgive and forget” gets a lot of playtime even though we know it cannot be; it’s another myth we tell ourselves to make life better, like the Tooth Fairy or the idea of ‘closure’. His Holiness recognizes this and spoke not of forgetting, but of remembering with no ill will; a much easier goal than amnesia. We cannot forget but we can let go.

The Dalai Lama also emphasized the importance of females, especially mothers, when it comes to creating a compassionate world (as all the women in the audience nodded of course). Evolutionarily speaking (or back in cave-person days, if you prefer), it was much more important for females to create and sustain a stable community if they were to survive. Males could go out and hunt or forage for food on their own with no need for another person’s help; however when a female had four kids hanging off her whining for more Mastadon meat she didn’t have the choice to be a rugged individualist. To survive, she had to get along with others and make sure those others got along too and didn’t get pissy and storm out of the cave. This is of course a gigantic generalization but even today we have scientific signs of this survival mechanism: female humans have much higher levels of oxytocin, the “let’s-just-all-get-along” hormone. All around the world, the vast majority of people caring for the weak, for children, for the elderly, and for the sick, are women. Higher levels of oxytocin in the human female makes us want to hold families and social groups together; it also makes us hurt more than males when those relationships end. When science and the Dalai Lama agree, it should at least make you think. However this is not just a pretty flower in the bonnet for us ladies out there; yeah we have the skills but do we use them? Females of the world should take the Dalai Lama’s words as a call to action, for compassion without action means nothing; intent is useless unless it is backed up by behavior. Women must act and use their naturally evolved gifts to create a better world.

Another big topic of the evening was the relationship between music and compassion. The panelists agreed that when you speak of empathy and caring for others, the words go into your brain first and are processed, sorted, labeled and tucked away, an organizational byproduct of human existance and our need to categorize the world around us. A musical experience, however, is sensory- it skips your brain and all of it’s hangups and hookups and goes right into your body and through to your soul and to your spirit. You embody the understanding, you become a part of the sensory experience. All of you crazed music lovers out there are shaking your heads, going yes, yes, yes, music changed my life! It is true; I always say dancing is my religion and it’s not just a clever Myspace comment; when I am on the dance floor everything else in my life goes away. I transcend. Dave spoke of dancing by the fireplace when he was young, and his children bouncing on the couch to music these days, and truly if everyone could share this musical transcendence the world would be a happier place. Can you imagine if President Bush took a couple of hours every day to crank up some tunes and dance barefoot in the grass? Music makes everyone’s life better, and as a tool for compassionate action, it has no match.

This is the message as I understood it from the words of the Dalai Lama. No doubt every other person in the room took a slightly different idea home, but we all got the point: compassion leads to inner peace, and inner peace leads to world peace. And every single one of us has the duty to create this compassionate world for each other, for our six million brothers and sisters.

After the hour-long convo and a short break, Seattle’s band-of-the-moment, Death Cab for Cutie, took the stage in a surprise appearance. I had heard talk of an Eddie Vedder or Pearl Jam showing, so I was a bit disappointed as I am not a big fan of the emo genre. I find it depressing and just want to slap those kids and tell ‘em hey: cheer up! Even the Dalai Lama is laughing despite his problems which are no doubt bigger than yours: have you heard of China? I gave Death Cab another listen but left after a couple of songs and went to Mecca Cafe for some fried cheese sticks and Mac & Jack’s.

Back at Key Arena after avoiding the screaming protesters outside (’cuz compassion SUCKS) came Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds who somehow create and express emotions you didn’t know you felt with two little guitars and two giant talents. If you have not heard Live at Luther College, a recording of a Dave and Tim show, go online right now and acquire it. The combination of Dave’s genius songwriting skills and Tim’s redonkulous abilities on the guitar create a new animal that is greater than the sum of its parts. Friday night the jam began with Bartender, a Dave Matthews Band song about how the divine is found not in some far away universe or on a mountaintop, but within every single one of us. Crowd favorites Dancing Nancies and Everyday were complemented by newer songs like Eh Hee, and the show was wrapped up by carpe diem anthem Lie In Our Graves, which goes like this:

I can’t believe that we would lie in our graves, wondering if we had spent our living days well; I can’t believe that we would lie in our graves, dreaming of things that we might have been, could have been, maybe…

What a perfect theme for Seeds of Compassion! Do you use your gifts and talents to make this world a better place? Are you acting with compassion towards others- not just your friends (that’s easy) but to all humans, even those that don’t look like you or eat the same foods or have different beliefs about the world? Do you create positive, compassionate energy that makes those around you have a better day? Are your actions in line with your words? We can’t become the Dalai Lama overnight, but we can all strive to be such a caring, compassionate human being in small steps, every day.

The talk was inspiring, the music was thrilling, and the night was one of the best of my life (and I have a lot of great nights). My only small complaint (as usual) was that there was absolutely nowhere to dance in the nosebleeds at Key Arena; somehow I got stuck in the section of crowd who didn’t want to stand up at all so I felt like an ass when I got up to clap and cheer and dance. The set played by Dave and Tim was also much shorter than their usual shows, about half the songs that they usually play. I wanted more.

The real question is, will this whole big workshop on compassion make a difference in the world? Will people really change their actions and be more compassionate? Today driving downtown I happened to get behind His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama’s motorcade, backed up by Seattle’s finest. Paying attention to the little parade instead of the road, I cut off the driver in a Hummer behind me. Looking in my mirror and expecting a honk or a one-fingered hand signal, I received instead a wave and a smile. Yeah, it’s small, a tiny traffic transgression forgiven, but it’s a start. Seattle is a kind city, a polite metropolis, and a leader in this country when it comes to progressive thought and smart people. Let’s put all that to work to create a better world; let’s make sure that the Seeds of Compassion grow and blossom into a movement of kindness and actions of empathy. It starts today, with you.

Earlier today, I wrote a comment about Miss Saigon at the Tacoma Musical Playhouse (I went to the opening last night; see fred roth). In it, I write about April Villanueva, Aaron Feed, Micheal O’Hara and fellow cast. I also wanted to mention that the Tacoma Musical Playhouse was a great venue to be in. The staff there could not have been more friendly and professional. It was a great experience.

At the end of Miss Saigon, the cast and crew came out to the lobby to meet the patrons. We were chatting and drinking punch as well as champaign punch (not bad at all). The Tacoma Musical Playhouse establishes a dedicated venue for this great art form. It is greatly appreciated!

Miss Saigon runs through May 4th. Go see Miss Saigon at the Tacoma Musical Playhouse.

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