Washington governor's debate will follow Monday's presidential debate
Incumbent Jay Inslee and Republican challenger Bill Bryant debate at 8 p.m. Sept. 26. They'll be at Seattle University with three Seattle television reporters as moderators. Incumbent Sen. Patty Murray will debate her Republican challenger Chris Vance
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Abe Lieberman and Bill Hanrahan once again walk the mean streets of Chicago, trying to maintain their normal lives while keeping the bad guys at bay, in this 10th novel in the series.
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Personnel: Horacio El Negro Hernndez (drums, percussion); Robby Ameen (drums); Orlando Puntilla Rios (vocals, quinto); Inner Soul, Marie Daulne, Rubn Blades (vocals); Larry Baeder (guitar, background vocals); Bob Franceschini (saxophone, tenor saxophone); Yosvany Terry (saxophone); Brian Lynch (trumpet); John Beasley (piano, Fender Rhodes piano, organ, Hammond b-3 organ, timpani); Luis Perdomo, Takami Watanabe (piano); Lincoln Goines, Rubn Rodrguez (double bass); Richie Flores (congas); Fernando Saunders, Pedro Martinez, Xiomara Laugart (background vocals); Hioyuki Koike Quartet. This album is billed as a collaboration between Lebanese drummer Robby Ameen and Cuban drummer Horacio el Negro Hernndez, and while they do seem to be the leaders on this project, you can tell immediately that it's a Kip Hanrahan production. Hanrahan's exasperating mix of brilliant sound shaping and portentous self-importance is everywhere here, no more blatantly than on an utterly ill-advised Latin jazz remake of the Rolling Stones' Sympathy for the Devil (with none other than Rubn Blades on lead vocal). Things do get better thereafter, though, with other guest appearances by Ann Guichard (contributing rather cheesy spoken word French vocals on Blue, Red & White) and Zap Mama frontwoman Marie Daulne (on the very fun La Timba Francesa). The album's lowest point comes on the boneheadedly obvious We've Got the Fu*k (on which the chanted phrase We've got the blues is accompanied by a generic blues pattern, which then switches to a generic funk pattern over which the chant changes to We've got the funk), and its finest moment is the Producer's Mix of Hit This, Split This, which features brilliant (and uncredited) turntable work. Overall, not bad - but it would be nice to hear what these guys would do without Hanrahan looking over their shoulders. ~ Rick Anderson
The Dead Don't Lie
A thief puts his life in danger when he becomes an unwitting witness to a murder scene. Harvey Rozier has planned the murder carefully. Unseen, he slips out of the concert hall and sneaks home, knowing that if all goes perfectly he will have an hour to stab his wife to death. But things don't go smoothly, and he is pursuing the bleeding woman through the kitchen when he trips over a toolbox, and finds himself face-to-face with a shocked cat burglar. George 'Pitty-Pitty' Patniks had planned his crime even more thoroughly than Rozier, but was not counting on stumbling into a homicide. He escapes before Rozier can stop him -- a witness to a hideous crime that he cannot report to the police. Long-suffering Chicago homicide detective Abe Lieberman suspects Rozier instantly, but cannot find...
The Dead Don't Lie is the latest in Edgar Award winner and MWA's Grand Master Stuart Kaminsky's Abe Lieberman mystery series. Lieberman and his partner, Bill Hanrahan, are hell or heaven bent on making the mean streets of Chicago just a little safer. As usual they have their hands full. Three prominent members of the Turkish community are all brutally murdered and Lieberman works to find out what, if anything, ties these murders together. It doesn't help that the key to the puzzle might be an event that took place over a century ago. Bill Hanrahan finds himself assigned to a case where a hospitalized chef claims to have been beaten by two people and shot by a third, a bespectacled Chinese man. As Bill digs deeper he finds himself at odds with an old nemesis, a man who has an unusual...
I saw the World Trade Center burn and crumble from my living room window. I’ve continually breathed in noxious fumes from the ensuing fires and felt what I thought must be murdered spirits from the victims shoot through my body. I’ll never forget the sight of business people running for their lives up my street and watching heroes rescue complete strangers. I’ll never forget my fear, horror and outrage. Like you, my eyes are still bloodshot from watching CNN and scanning the Web for news almost 24/7. My sadness has slowly morphed into a state of numb semi-productivity. If it wasn’t for taking up yoga. All of the media pundits and politicians have searched for the words to sum up this global chaos and inspire our patriotism. As I see it, a media byte comparable to FDR’s speech after the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor is impossible to write. Of course this day will live in infamy and our lives will never be the same. The outpouring of solidarity in New York and Washington DC has been amazing. People have donated their time, money. I only wish that generosity for those in need could be an every day occurrence in our great country. As life here in New York City returns to “normal” in this aftermath, the missing people signs posted up on walls all over the city by distraught loved ones flap in the air and tug at your heart. Photographs of people dressed in tuxedos, lying on a beach on vacation or celebrating their last birthday are branded with urgent pleas for information for the missing. It’s just too sad. We’ve all heard so many heart-wrenching stories, but there is one that I’d like to share with you. On the day of the attack on the World Trade Center, 24-year-old Josh Birnbaum (a. k. a. tech-house DJ Samsson) was working on the 102nd floor as a recently-hired apprentice at Cantor Fitzgerald. A recent graduate from Columbia University, he was prepping to take the Series Seven brokerage exam and was balancing a fledgling DJ career. A veteran of Long Island’s Caffeine parties, he shared the bill at gigs across the country with Christopher Lawrence, Sandra Collins, Juno and Deepsky. After the first explosion, Josh called his mother on Long Island and hasn’t been heard from since. “Josh was always cracking jokes and liked to make people laugh,” said his friend, booking agent and ex- Mixer staffer Matt Hanrahan. “He had a sharp sense of humor and was dead serious about DJing and making music. He wanted to be a DJ, producer and label owner. He was forward-thinking…he wanted to be more than a successful DJ. His dream was to be mentioned in Mixer. Josh, this one’s for you. Mixer Magazine.
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