Will the 9:30 Club’s new quasi-record label prove successful? Did every media shop in town cover lone client Justin Jones’s invitation-only CD release party last night? Well, there’s your answer. You might recall club co-owner and Jones sugardaddy Seth Hurwitz telling City Paper this last month:

The goal of this has never been making money on the label. It’s about getting Justin’s music out there for people to hear. It’s about turning him into a live act.

Jones was tardy to his own party, according to one tweeting attendee, alias Karon. “Dear no name having your ep release at 930 – you were supposed to go on 37 minutes ago. Way to early in career to be a prima donna,” she furiously typed on a tiny computer that fits in her pocket. But Jones eventually won Karon over: “He may have started late but he put on a hell of a good show… I think @katyray & @mccanner would like.”

Will the rest of the world like? Time will tell.

MOVING ON:

The H Street Festival is tomorrow! Weather report says sunny and 83—perfect day to listen to live music, tour the Atlas Performing Arts Center, attend an art opening at Studio H, and stock up on Uncle Brutha’s hot sauce!

Here’s some other arts stuff going on this weekend! And here’s a shitload more for the rest of the fall!

If gorgeous street festivals aren’t your thing, you could always jump back a few letters to E Street go see that painfully fake Joaquin Phoenix–Casey Affleck mockumentary at Landmark. Or you could hold out for that painfully real Davis Guggenheim documentary about public schools, Waiting for Superman, which premiered here yesterday (question: are the Flaming Lips getting royalties on the title?). The director tacitly chided D.C. voters for effectively expelling Superwoman from the city government.

This one goes out to DCPS. Have a good weekend!

Photo courtesy of essgee51.