So now you know who we loved locally this year. Here’s our list of the live shows that came through town and left a lasting impression in ’07. Dismemberment Plan Reunion Shows @ Black Cat DCist Ian says: The Plan’s much anticipated reunion to benefit Cal Robbins, the son of Jawbox/Burning Airlines frontman and recording engineer J. Robbins, sold out in under five minutes. So Travis Morrison & co. added a second show. In all…

Betty Rules! is the title of a much-celebrated show for which Amy Ziff, one-third of the long-lived, D.C.-bred pop band Betty, got a Helen Hayes Award nomination last year. I didn’t see it, and I’ve never seen Betty play, so I can’t comment upon its, or their, alleged reign. But I can state with authority the following: Accident, Ziff’s one-woman show that opens Theatre J’s new “Incubator Series” of works-in-progress, does not rule. Oh,…

There was quite a bit of discontent going on in the comments section over our post yesterday regarding Spoon’s canceled 9:30 Club shows. Imagine our surprise when the band’s front man, Britt Daniel, graciously added his voice to the discussion to let us know what happened. Hi guys I first heard about this situation last week while we were traveling in Europe. There was some misunderstanding on my part from the beginning…I was told that…

Because we like to bring you great bands and great things to do around D.C. as often as we possibly can, DCist has teamed up with Bliss Pop and Brightest Young Things in the name of a great night at the 9:30 Club. On September 8, join your favorite internet types and your favorite music types as DJ Will Eastman, Georgie James, The Dance Party and Soft Complex fill our city’s finest music hall with…

If you missed this story in Saturday’s Washington Post, do make sure you check it out, for your own personal safety if nothing else. It seems the enormous popularity of the ugliest shoes on the planet, Crocs, has led to an alarming increase in the number of escalator mishaps on Metro this summer, as the shoes’ soft resin soles can easily be grabbed by the metal teeth of the moving steps. Once trapped, the Crocs,…

Oh, D.C. Madam. Are you trying to win us back after we broke it off with you for being a terrible tease? If so, this is a pretty good start. Sen. David Vitter (R-La.) admitted last night that his telephone number appeared in Deborah Jeane Palfrey’s phone records, making him the first member of Congress to be outed as a client of the so-called D.C. Madam. “This was a very serious sin in my past…

I was a bit uncertain as I walked down Calvert St. toward Open City. I was looking for New Heights, and what I saw was a slightly shabby awning on a narrow storefront. This, I thought, is nothing like Firefly. But I’d been tipped off. I was there to see a man named John Wabeck about some soft shell crabs. A few months ago, Wabeck left the kitchen at Firefly to escape conference calls and…

Via the DCist Tipline, we get this photo and story from a reader who spotted D.C. Council chairman Vincent Gray running over to speak to a U.S. Park Police officer in the hopes of talking him out of towing his car Wednesday evening. While playing softball down by the FDR memorial this evening, my team was a little shocked when we saw a park policeman not only issue a ticket to an illegally parked…

We love D.C., but we know it’s not perfect. Is there something you think we’re missing? Let us know. I don’t want quibble to with Graham’s review of last Friday’s Arcade Fire show, or the generally positive blogospheric reaction to the concert. I was in attendance, too, and thought the band put on a solid performance of its impressively powerful catalog. I left satisfied, if a little disappointed that the night hadn’t been as awe-inspiring…

We’re all familiar with The Rules. You know, that iron clad system by which every woman can land herself the man of her dreams and keep him, if only she’s willing to act like the most obnoxious kind of person you’ve ever met. Of course, men have rules, too. They just don’t publish them. They’ve been passed down in locker rooms, cigar-choked men’s-only clubs, and fraternity houses for time immemorial. The fact is, I could…