(Quick Note: I’m involved with lawyers this week, for various and sundry reasons, and because it lies outside his jurisdiction, His Honor can’t help. Whatever, Git Aht’ll be slightly truncated this go ’round. I realize how much people will enjoy that. All right, get on with it…)
(Things to do while keeping your mouth shut for like 6 more days, dude, seriously, just 6 more days…)
Friday, November 3
Seeing Red, 7:00 p.m., 5151 Gallery, Friendship-ish
So red is associated with anger, passion, danger and the Kansas City Chiefs. Three of those four will be prominent in this show which opens at the 5151 tonight, and as you should all be well aware by now, art openings usually involve food and drink, tonight provided by Bella Roma and East End Brewing. So there’s that. Plus, all proceeds from any sales go towards charity, which we’re greatly behind here at Git Aht, especially if said charity is, y’know, Git Aht. But oddly, none of the artists decided to throw me a couple bucks. Which is good, probably, because we’d just spend it on cocktails.
What’s the show about, you may ask? (Or you may not, and I’m ok with that, but I’m gonna tell you anyway.) Artists were invited to expound upon the theme of “Red” and use it to express their feelings on all manner of issues contemporary, but it ends up focusing on – guess what? Politics! ‘Tis the season, after all. Speaking of which…
Lemme get Swifty for a second and make a Modest Proposal: nobody can spend any money on campaigns ever. How’s that? If you want to run for office, you and your opponents get X amount of donated time on television, X amount of donated time on radio, and X amount of donated inches (huh-huh-huh… I said “inches“) in print. No friggin’ junk mail, no friggin’ telemarketing. And everything has to be proven facts backed up with documentation, not hearsay or puffery. Just a thought.
And to complete the Swiftitude – if that doesn’t work, we eat them. Who’s with me? Anyone? No? Ok, then. Never mind.
Unblurred, 6:00 p.m., Union Project, Friendship-ish
The Union Project honors one of their own with an evening of stained glass restoration demonstrations, The Olga Watkins Trio, appetizers and drinks. Union Project’s a good gig, a good thing, a good place. Plus, they host Rib Cook Offs. Ribs.
Brazilian Night, 10:00 p.m., Shadow Lounge, ‘Sliberty
“How many’s a Brazilian? That’s like a lot, right?”
Afro-Brazilian percussion descends upon Shadow Lounge tonight with Nation Beat performing. Special guest percussionist (being a drummer in a former life, I love the Latin Percussion) Jorge Martins joins the band, but won’t be allowed to smoke inside the building. Nobody is, but that’s ok. The fresh air’ll do ya good.
Saturday, November 4
Three Rivers Film Festival, All Day, Various Venues
The Three Rivers Film Festival opened Wednesday and continues for a couple weeks. Most of these will be films you’ve never heard of, unless you’re like, a total film nerd like my friends Mike and Brian, who dig the artsy and the fartsy. You know what I’m talking about – purple cows falling out of the sky for no reason, nonsensical plots, and sometimes, y’know, not the best actors in the world. But you come across some gems every once in a while, and the Fest is no exception. Check out the full schedule by clicking the link type thing above.
Guinness Oyster Festival, Noon. Mullaney’s Harp & Fiddle, The Strip
Oysters. And Chocolate. And Guinness. And a Baby Boom next July/August.
Bands all day, oysters served in every was imaginable, and Guinness. This is so big, it’ll be inside the restaurant and outside in a tent. Don’t worry about the cold, you’ll be looped and horny and won’t care.
Sunday, November 5
Bark In The Park, 9:00 a.m., Animal Friends, North Hills
Jimmy Krenn lends his talents to AF for a variety of events including a pledge walk fundraiser, canine demonstrations, food, live music, and the chance to meet your next pet, who will love you unconditionally and then poop on your floor. There ‘s metaphor for marriage there, I think, but I’m not sure. It’s early and I’ve gotta go get ready to deal with lawyers.
I’ll do my best to update this as events warrant, but that’s all for right now. The state rests.
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A lot of times, the tag “Legendary Frontman” is sorta tossed around in an effort to pump up someone’s status when they embark on a solo career, and the “legendary” part is suspect. Here, however, it’s truly applicable. Frank Black was the frontman for the Pixies, and their influence is still felt on alt rock radio, which I think we have here in Pittsburgh. Lemme check, though…
I have no idea if Jane Callister knows any creeps. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever met her, so, y’know… there’s at least one that she hasn’t. This is the opening reception, but I’m not sure what all it entails. Chances are good that there will be wine. And some sort of snack type food. But really, go for the paintings. As yinz’re well aware, I know little, if anything, about “art”. But the few painting I sampled on the web site are all very good, they appeal to me, I love the bright colors, the abstraction. If I was made of money (instead of just being money, so money and I don’t even know it), I’d pick up a couple for the house, brighten this dump up a bit. Ok, when I say “house”, I of course mean “van, down by the river”.
Billing itself as “Pittsburgh’s Sexiest Halloween Event”, the erotic exotic has a costume contest with big prizes. How big? How does one note in the key of G sound? How about one box of ziti? How about a dime?
The Urban Hikers tackle what should be familiar ground for everybody, that is to say, Oakland, but this time, it’s for all the marbles. Or whatever the prize is. Marbles would be cool, if the bag had, like, a ton of good aggies, but I digress.
No, Charles Grodin has nothing to do with this. This is the “Dah Dah Dah DAAAHHHH” one. No lovable Saint Bernards or anything, unless someone happens to be walking one outside on Sixth street before you go in.
Tonight, Brillobox, DJs J. Malls & Omar-Abdul crank up the funk-o-meter to 11. Why? Because it goes to 11, that’s why. 
Sweat, booze, good music, dancing. As long as Juddy and Soccer John keep throwing these gigs, I’ll keep writing about them, because I love 60s Soul music, I love cheap drinks, and I love dancing with girls who love 60’s Soul Music and cheap drinks.
Local band Blindsider releases a CD and this is the party for it. With a self-described sound of “David Hasselhoff meets Wesley Willis”, this should be a good one. I checked out a couple of their tunes on their myspace page (Dude, like 
I dunno about this one. From the posting on Craigslist:
Hands up everyone who thought back when they announced the schedule that this would be a big game? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
But there are a whole bunch of other events tied into Pitt’s homecoming weekend, not the least of which is the tremendous tailgating sure to take place on a crisp, sunny (
Dear Great Ants Bass Player,
See, it’d be so easy to drop the “Hey, It’s Jeannie and Barney Miller” vibe on this one, but they both have had really good, long careers. I mean, Barbara Eden has a 
They’re coming to get you Barbara.. Wait, what? Oh.. Sorry Barbara.. You’ve got to go to them. And pay admission. And pay for parking. But still.. I mean, it is Romero’s name on it, so one has to assume high zombie quality. He’s like the Tiffany of anything Undead-related. A name you can count on, in other words.
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