Special Guest: Kolars
December 8 & 9, 2018
1303 Northeast 45th Street
Seattle, WA 98105-4502
December 8 & 9, 2018
Show at 8:00 pm
All Ages / Bar with I.D.
$33.50 at the door
(not including fees)
AVOID FRAUDULENT TICKETS!
ONLY BUY FROM OFFICIAL SOURCES:
- IN PERSON at the Paramount Theatre Box Office, open Monday through Friday, 10 am to 6 pm.
- ONLINE at Ticketmaster.com, which is accessible via this site.
- BY PHONE using Ticketmaster's automated system at 1-800-982-2787.
There are many ticket resellers and secondary markets for tickets. The ONLY OFFICIAL website for the theatre is stgpresents.org. Please note: we do run occasional offers through partner sites including, but not limited to: Broadway.com, Goldstar, TravelZoo, official artist websites and their official fan clubs.
Purchasing tickets from any other seller or website runs a high risk of receiving fraudulent tickets.
Note: if you have successfully purchased tickets from one of the official sources listed above, congratulations! We're sure you're excited, but please DO NOT share photos of your tickets online. Tickets can be replicated via these photos and resold, which could inhibit your ability to enter the theatre. We look forward to seeing you at the show!
STG Presents welcomes Shakey Graves The Tour X9 World Tour to The Neptune on December 8th & 9th, 2018.
Back in December 2017, Shakey Graves proclaimed on his Twitter page, “Next album. New sound. Sell your suspenders.” The tweet was tongue-in-cheek, but Alejandro Rose-Garcia, the Austin native who’s been plying his trade as Shakey Graves since 2007, was making a dead-serious point about his latest album, Can’t Wake Up (Dualtone, out May 4). This ambitious, audacious work heralds an artistic metamorphosis for the 30-year-old veteran, whose risk-taking in painting outside the lines has been rewarded tenfold. “This record is the most I’ve ever intentionally worked on a project, musically speaking, in terms of the scope of it and how much thought went into it,” he says. “It’s a dense album; there’s a lot of information going on.”
That is not a hyperbolic boast. From one moment to the next, Can’t Wake Up veers from the inevitable to the revelatory, its thirteen songs teeming with jarring musical and thematic collisions and thrillingly seamless intersections, gnarly psychological hornswoggles and ecstatic resolutions. Central to the prevailing sense of disorientation are the lead vocals, none of which is purely solo. Instead, each lead performance is shadowed by a queasy harmony or slightly out-of-sync unison part, giving the sense—especially on headphones—that these voices are emanating from inside the listener’s head.
In a sense, the album is a microcosm of Rose-Garcia obsessively artistic existence and its ever-expanding horizons.