By DCist Contributor Valerie Paschall By the time Northern State came into existence in 2000, the term “girl power” had become a sort of joke, referring to acts that spent as much time undercutting this “power” of theirs with shameless self-promotion and dubious costume choices as they did with cultivating any actual vocal or lyrical talent. As such, using this term (or any ambiguous feminist term) to describe these three ladies from Brooklyn seems…

When we arrived at Adams Morgan bar Felix last Tuesday to catch a Justin Jones show, we found Jones himself standing in the doorway as Felix’s de facto bouncer. “Can I see some I.D.?” asked the stubbled 27-year-old. Then, with a wry grin and a “Nah, I’m just messing with you,” Jones waved us inside. Offstage, it’s tough to tell when Jones is just messing with you. Which is ironic, because as soon as he…

Spring seems to be here to stay this time around, and that means swimsuit season can’t be far behind. Here at the Overheard office, before we dust off the old Speedo, we’re aiming to set a personal record for failed fad diets in a single month, figuring that if the average dieter loses the will to continue within the first week, then if we just start a brand new diet every week, we might actually…

6:30 p.m. Man, it’s been a long day. We’ve been shuffling to and from meetings with members of the council, trying to convince that it’s now or never with this stadium lease. Cropp’s working her heart out, but it seems like an uphill battle with Barry, Gray, and Brown. And every chance he gets, Fenty goes on and on about MLB’s greed. I could really use a cigaratte, a beer, and a good meal. Well,…