Holy pregnant pixie, Batman! The lovely (and three months along herself) Siobhan De Mare, of ex-Cocteau Twin Robin Guthrie's project Violet Indiana, which played the


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Holy pregnant pixie, Batman! The lovely (and three months along herself) Siobhan De Mare, of ex-Cocteau Twin Robin Guthrie's project Violet Indiana, which played the Crocodile last Friday night, informed us that Bj�/B> is, in fact, with child. The father is live-in boyfriend and New York performance artist Matthew Barney, for whom it's said many of the songs on the gorgeous, knackered-by-love Vespartine were written. Iceland's most famous export already has a teenage son, Sindri, by former Sugarcubes bandmate Thor Eldon. . . . Pregnancy is, in fact, affecting local band Juno—but don't go sending Happy Father's Day cards out yet. The story is, their label, D.C. imprint DeSoto Records, is calling it quits due to the recently minted parenthood of its owners, Kim Coletta and Bill Barbot (formerly of Jawbox). Says lead singer Arlie Carstens: "We've been touring since spring of 2001 almost nonstop, and about four months into touring, Kim sent out a mass e-mail to all of her bands (Juno, Burning Airlines, the Dismemberment Plan, Shiner, Eternals) explaining that she and Bill had decided that they would soon fold their label so that they could focus more time and attention on being new parents, which we all thought was an excellent and very noble decision on their part. The best (and most uncommonly great) label/band news in all of this is that DeSoto's going to give Juno our two albums back, This Is the Way It Goes and Goes and Goes and AFLIPT. Owning the albums means we can either continue to put them out ourselves or license them to another label, rather than have them eventually lost as back catalog on a defunct label. So now we're home, and we want to rest up and write songs while exploring other label options for the next album." Indie suitors, start your engines. . . . Good lord, should we change the name of

this column to Mommy and Me? In additional fertile news, alt-country Australian sexpot Kasey Chambers—only three months from her due date—was forced to cancel her Crocodile show following a harrowing experience in California. Reports Warner Bros. publicist Rick (yep, brother of Gina) Gershon from L.A.: "Last night [Feb. 20], Kasey was performing in San Francisco and felt ill and fainted during the third song. She returned to the stage to do another song and ended the set. Ultimately, she is fine and feeling better today. But as she is six months pregnant, her doctors have instructed her to return home for rest. She has worked very hard during this short tour, so we're glad she has chosen to return home for a well- deserved break. She is very excited to have done this tour and she regrets having to cancel, but she is also excited to go home, rest up, and have a healthy baby soon." Which likely means no rescheduled date in the near future, alas, but we wish her the best of baby luck. . . . James Brown may also have canceled his upcoming appearance in Seattle, but there's one old-school performer who still knows how to do it up right. Reports our own Bethany Jean Clement: "Gregory Issacs was quite dapper indeed at the Bohemian Backstage last week, wearing a tasteful gray double-breasted suit and a fedora and looking damn good. The crowd remained fairly patient waiting till after midnight for the Cool Ruler to kick off his set of their favorites, to which they sang and/or screamed along. Ever the charmer, Mr. Issacs shared appropriate floral largesse with the crowd during "Red Rose for Gregory." Take that, Shaggy. . . . From the Strange but True files: Someone who calls himself only Freelance Hellraiser has taken the Strokes' "Hard to Explain" rhythm section and brought it together with the vocals of Christina Aguilera's "Genie in a Bottle" for the awesomely titled "Stroke of Genius." The unholy track is currently the

hot-shit trader in MP3 sharing and is already a radio sensation in the U.K., where the Strokes are already sensationally overhyped. Find it if you can. . . . If you've got any paycheck left over in April, now you know what to do with it, my friend: The Coachella Festival in Indio, Calif., is everything other American festivals aren't (we're talking to you, Family Values Tour)—good. The lineup for April 27 and 28 includes Bj�/B>, Siouxsie and the Banshees, the Chemical Brothers, Beta Band, Jurassic 5, KRS-One, Folk Implosion, and Princess Superstar on Saturday; Oasis, the Strokes, the Foo Fighters, Belle & Sebastian, Mos Def, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Zero Seven, Blonde Redhead, the Rock Steady Crew, and a smattering of the world's top DJs on Sunday. They haven't officially released it yet (we've got the ins, people!), but keep your eyes on www.goldenvoice.com/coachella/ for more information soon. . . . And finally, at the Green Room last Friday, we said a sad goodbye (so there was rampant karaoke and we were drinking like monkeys, but still we were sad) to the eminently talented and just plain rad Julie Butterfield, formerly Seattle Weekly's head of promotions, who is headed for sunny L.A. She'll most likely continue to do publicity for local bands like Sleater-Kinney and the Magic Magicians, but the Nebraska native's days of rain and wind are over. You will be missed, Fields of Butter.

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