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Intiman Wine Wednesday 9.9.09

I like wine. I do. While I’m not one of those people who suddenly starts hugging you and telling you you’re my best friend after two glasses of wine, I am one of those people who is more inclined to investigate an event if there is the promise of some good (read: not three-buck Chuck) wine.

You can imagine my glee when I discovered that Intiman Theatre hosts a Wine Wednesday event with every production. A play and some vino? Wine not?! The current play Joan Didion’s adaptation of her best-selling book The Year of Magical Thinking.

The pre-show wine tasting starts at 6:30 p.m., and is presented by Maryhill Winery, 2009 Washington Winery of the Year. The wines: Gewts, Sangiovese, Reserve Cab Franc, Reserve Malbec. Not only that, they’re serving light hors d’oeuvres from Center House Bistro in the courtyard. 

The way it works: Buy a ticket for the show (or call 206-269-1900) and tell them you want to add Wine Wednesday to it. That’ll add $15 to your bill, and a tasty buzz to your evening.

So We Think We Can Cook: Air Force Edition

[WARNING: Spoilers aplenty, including the above recap video.]

Last night was the third episode from this season of Top Chef, featuring local cheftestants Ashley Merriman (of Branzino) and Robin Leventhal (chef-owner of Crave). Last night the show turned down the over-the-top Vegas quotient so that the chefs could cook for the Air Force. IT’S FOR THE AIRMEN!

But first they had to do a quickfire challenge with every possible type of potato on the planet. Preeti mistakenly blanched her broccoli in Ashley’s pot of boiling water, and Ashley wuz pissed. Because there are two things in this world that Ashley cannot stand: institutionalized discrimination against gays and somebody using her hot water. Despite having to make an entirely new pot of water (and not being able to get married), Ashley did well in the challenge, with guest judge Mark Peel naming her dish (potato gnocchi with homemade ricotta, second photo here) in the top three. However, Jennifer wins again, because she already looks to be one of the strongest contenders this season (she works with Eric Ripert, fer fuckssake). Her mussels (seventh photo) looked good. Douchebag Mike is mad, because he thinks the person with the best dish winning a challenge is “favoritism.” It should be mentioned that Douchebag Mike is a douchebag, and also that he does not own a dictionary (not until Ed Hardy makes one, that is).

Now the chefs find out about the elimination challenge, which is cooking for three hundred airmen and their families at Nellis Air Force Base. One catch: they won’t get to know what food or supplies will be available to them until they get to the kitchen and start cooking. The chefs decide to partner up to better facilitate the meal, and they put Jennifer in charge since she’s already got immunity. When they show up to the kitchen, everybody’s whiny, because the majority of the food is canned and they mostly have to cook in huge woks. This is why it’s a challenge on a cooking show, folks. Once she’s in charge, Jennifer turns out to be tough but fair, and a very effective leader. Like, the Air Force might want to send her overseas to help them out in theater.

The troops are adequately supported by the big gourmet meal, and most of the food turns out pretty good. The brother who didn’t win last week treats bacon like pork belly and of course everybody loves that, so he wins the challenge. YAY FOR BROTHERS. Douchebag Mike is first brought in with the top 4, but when the judges find out he was responsible for a garbage shrimp Greek salad, they bring him back with the bottom 4. Douchebag angry; douchebag smash! But he doesn’t get kicked off. Instead, it’s Preeti, primarily because she was inspired to cook by 9/11, and because she made a half-assed pasta salad. Never forget.

Kristen Ward’s Deep, Dark (Confusing) Secret

“I’ve actually never been to Bumbershoot,” said Kristen Ward, somewhat matter-of-factly, sitting over mid-day drinks at the Matador in Ballard earlier this week. It was a somewhat surprising admission, considering that her performance this Saturday at noon—the first musical performance of the entire festival, as it happens—is her second appearance at Bumbershoot. “Even after I played last time, I just left. I had to go to work, or whatever I was doing. So, yeah. This is my second time going, but just because I’m playing.”

In Ward’s case, it all makes sense: Despite calling Seattle home since 2001 (she’s lived in Ballard for the last five years), she’s still more country than city, and just plain doesn’t like being stuck in such a big crowd, though she relishes the chance to play for them. Raised in Eastern Washington, she prefers getting out of town on her days off, up to the Skagit Valley or the like, to sitting around cafes or bars, and even mentions some vague plans involving a vintage Airstream trailer she recently bought that, ostensibly, gives her the chance to spend even less time trapped in the urban jungle.

In person, Ward is an unusually confident person, even casually dressed and sipping a bottle of Modelo, a confidence that carriers to her music as a singer-songwriter backed by a crack quartet of musicians. Since her 2006 debut, Roll Me On, Ward’s been getting attention from critics as much for her music as the simple fact that she’s among a sadly small group of female musicians who come across as strong and self-assured. Backed by her band, Ward is a force to be reckoned with, with Gary Westlake’s crunchy, classic rock guitar work competing with Kevin Suggs’ pedal steel and Ward belting out her lyrics of loneliness and bad choices in her deep, sultry voice.

Chock it up to her background. Her mother, Julie Neuffer, herself a bluegrass singer who released an album called Brand New Pearl in 1997, raised Ward on a steady diet of classic country and folk. “When we were kids, she would sing John Denver and Carol King. We’d all get together, and sit on my bed and sing songs! I mean, without trying to sound totally cliche, that was really what we did. We sang a lot together and played guitar,” Ward explains, and adds to the list Merle Haggard, Johny Cash, and Dolly Parton.

As for her father, who lives in Seattle (she split time between her parents as a child), “He has a totally different take on music, he listened to a lot of jazz, a lot of soul. He also likes folk, but it was kind of interesting: Between my two parents I just listened to everything.”

Her influences and voice, which is powerful and slightly husky in a bluesy way, inevitably get Ward comparisons to the likes of Jesse Sykes and Neko Case, as well as her music lumped in under the alt-country rubric, though Ward doesn’t particularly feel that fits.

“I say folk-rock a lot, but it’s kind of funny. I write folk songs, and I write rock songs and I write country songs, and a lot of my new writing is kind of throwback–even some of my old stuff–is a throwback to Eighties rock,” she explains. As for alt-country, “You could say that because there’s pedal steel there,” she says with a shrug.

Whatever the genre, critics loved it. Drive Away (2008), a polished recording that shows off Ward’s sultry, bluesy voice as well as her ability to craft powerful lyrics out of concrete images, earned praise in The Stranger, Seattle Sound, and the P-I, as well as air-play on KEXP. And, of course, the fact that Pearl Jam’s Mike McCready laid down a solo on the song “With You Again” helped.

Ward still seems taken about by his contribution, and wants it made clear she didn’t go seeking it out. Her guitarist, Gary Westlake, has worked with Pearl Jam for years, and was on tour a couple years ago while they were starting work on Drive Away.

“They were in London on tour, in a hotel room,” she explains. “And I guess Mike said, ‘Hey, can I use your iPod?’ or something like that, to listen to. And he would up getting a hold of some of these really raw demos, which I could have strangled Gary for letting him show anybody those demos!”

“I guess he was interested in being involved…it was just his genuine interest, which is amazing because I grew up watching him on MTV,” she said.

Ward has won a strong fan-base with her music, which has supported her rather novel approach to recording albums. Drive Away, her breakthrough, was self-released and recorded with financial support from fans, through pre-orders or donations ($100 or more even got you into the liner notes). She’s following the same process with the new record. It’s an intense relationship, and it goes both ways. Ward readily admits she is where she is because of her fans, and is moved to find out how much her work can mean to them.

“I had a guy at Neumos, I just played up there with Flight to Mars, and this guy came up to meet and he pulled me aside and he said, ‘You know, I’m living out here, my wife is still back in the Midwest, and I came out because I got a job, and I lost my job, and I miss her and I love her and it’s been such a challenge for me to be out in this new city by myself. And I listen to Drive Away all the time, and through the emotion in your voice and through your lyrics, you’re describing my situation.'” She pauses, fiddling with the mostly empty bottle of beer.

“And it’s funny, because I write this song, I record it, I sing it, but I sort of take it for granted. I mean, after it’s done, it’s done. I’m not feeling it like the day I wrote it. But it’s kind of a gift to others, because they can still feel it in their own way.”

Telekinesis Brings Kinetic Energy to Bumbershoot

There’s plenty of good things to say about Telekinesis, but if there’s one reason that their set this Saturday at Bumbershoot (EMP/SFM’s Sky Church, 8 p.m.) is a can’t-miss, it’s that it promises to be the most danceable performance on the lineup. Which is sort of crazy, because Michael Lerner, the singer-songwriter who’s the heart and soul of the quartet, is, to look at him, a pretty run-of-the-mill Seattle indie rocker, this from a town famous for its too-cool-to-dance indie rock scene. But such is the charm of Telekinesis, whose Merge Records debut Telekinesis! has earned the outfit acclaim as one of the best new acts out of Seattle this year.

Lerner’s songs may be about standard indie rock fare–loneliness, alienation, absent girlfriends, and so on–but he makes them work on the strength of his lyrics which, even in the ballad “I Saw Lightning,” come off as sincere and sweet. Telekinesis is brilliant power pop hearkening back to Big Star, with super-catchy rockers like “Coast of Carolina” (which lulls you with its folksy intro before launching) and “Tokyo.” And then there’s “All of a Sudden,” a testament to the irresistible danceability of the backbeat that made rock-n’-roll what it is today; crank that song and tell me you can’t picture Gidget and her beach-blanket pals twisting to the beat.

Why the Hell is Omar Shilling for Microsoft?

Nick Eaton at the PI has the story about the lawsuit against the ad agency hired by Microsoft to place Bing advertisements in the new NBC drama The Philanthropist. JWT and their parent group WPP are being sued by Denizen, who claim to have a patent on advertisers selling you things within the plot of a TV show. Sure thing, Denizen, even though that’s how everything on TV works now. (Just joking, don’t sue the site, I’m sure it’s very technical and patenty.)

What’s more alarming than a corporation thinking they hold claim to product placement as a plot point is who exactly is involved in this blatant shilling. Take a look at the clip above. Yep, that’s right, it’s actor Michael Kenneth Williams, best known as The Wire‘s Omar Little. Oh Omar, you should be ashamed. Acting as a modern-day Robin Hood stick-up artist and making a living stealing from low-life drug dealers is one thing, but whoring yourself out this way is inexcusable–even worse than meeting your untimely end in a bodega at the hands of a psychopathic child.