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Since Capitol Hill denizens stepped up to the plate and donated the most during the 2008 summer membership drive, KEXP is spending Friday hanging out in the neighborhood. John Richards, Cheryl Waters, and Kevin Cole will all broadcast their shows from Caffe Vita--with live performances aplenty, including The Moondoggies, Say Hi, Mates of State, and Black Kids--while other djs will be taking over the sound systems at Linda's, Grey Gallery, the Cha Cha, Havana, Moe Bar, and the Wild Rose. Plus, there's extra discounts and perks for KEXP members at Capitol Hill establishments. Full details here.

Kim is shooting from the hip this weekend (papow!). The only solid plan is her friend's weekly L Word watching party on Sunday. Between now and then, she'll probably go see Shenandoah Davis at 2020 Cycle with Your Heart Breaks and KHV. Maybe there'll be a delicious meal culled from our local farmers markets. Maybe she'll hop on a train and go to Portland. Anything could happen, people. Anything.

INAUGURATION PRE-FUNK: On this most hallowed Inauguration Eve, head to Neumo's and raise a mighty yawp for Obama with Orkestar Zirkonium. They'll bring the party with their local take on Eastern European brass and drums. Also on the bill: the funkdefied r&b grooves of Emerald City Soul Club and the urban Latin flavor of Picoso.

In this week's Rolling Stone, the annual "Hot Issue" (and yes, the one with Britney on the cover), working at the Cha's Cha's burrito kitchen gets blurbed as a "Hot Rocker Job." Citing the "kitchen staff of insanely talented musicians moonlighting as line cooks," there are a couple quotes from a certain former employee/maybe bland Fleet Foxes frontman, along with a list of other groups associated with Bimbo's: Modest Mouse, Band of Horses, the Melvins, Hole, Minus the Bear, Pretty Girls Make Graves, and Murder City Devils. So now you know which bands gave you food poisoning.

Friday: Catch Common Market (4:30) and U.S.E. (5:30) at the main stage, then skip over to King Cobra for the second half of Truckasaurus (6:00). Take a dinner break (may we suggest eating something protein-heavy?), then get yerself to Neumo's for Thee Emergency at 7:45. After that, we suggest Das Llamas (it's their last set...THEIR LAST ONE!) at 9:45 at the Cha Cha. To round out the night, buy yourself a fancy rum drink at Havana and party until the wee hours with DJ Curtis.

-- "The texture of Seattle: Seattle feels, looks, tastes like the cinematic 1980s."

--Bill Gates is appearing on the Daily Show next week.

This past weekend Seattlest visited Gothamist's stomping grounds. We were there for the farewell shows of Rainer Maria, but had our days free to see the sights and take in the New York experience. We stumbled upon a once-in-a-lifetime event in the world of street art, and amazing as it was, we couldn't help but to be struck by what lessons it could have for Seattle.

Music: The electronic talent of Guillermo Scott Herren's Prefuse 73 show at Chop Suey tonight comes highly recommended from every quarter of the Seattle media scape, and after listening to some of his work you can see why.

We read the Stranger's article on the death of Pike/Pine yesterday. Hm. Yes, it does suck that the Cha Cha et all are going to be replaced by what we're promised will be a gross condo building soon. To say that the character of the neighborhood is going to change is like saying that Three Gorges changed the character of the Yangtze. Then we read the Weekly's jeering "now choke on it" post on their blog which argues that after advocating for density for years "now that said density threatens to shutter some of the Stranger staff's favorite walking-distance watering holes, the paper has done a 180 of sorts." Hm. Well, kind of. Previous density has come at the expense of nothing. Belltown, Downtown, Bellevue; these aren't really places that inspired a lot of passion from anyone before they were densified. We're probably somewhat wrong there in the case of Belltown. Some people did like it the way it was.

We're sitting upon a black leather stool in the Cha Cha Lounge, next to Bimbo's in Capitol Hill. We're watching a drunk boy and drunk girl dirty dance to Spanishy folk-rock. We think our dirty dancing queen may be on more than burritos and booze because she moves away from the boy, to a pair or women sitting at the bar. She locks lips and tongues with both and runs her fingers through their hair as though searching for something. She writhes among her lovers and dances in their laps, drawing awkward smiles from some and uneasy glances from others.