There is no
Oregon Music Hall of Fame. No building with
vaulted archways and gold records lining the halls. But for its board of
directors and 87 past inductees—punk guitarists, jazz drummers and club
owners alike—the hall of fame is very real.
Terry Currier is
co-founder and president of the OMHOF. “I wanted it to be more than just
an organization that honored people from the past,” he says of its
origins. “I wanted it to both preserve and promote music in Oregon.”
These days, the OMHOF
is hitting its stride. This week’s fifth-annual induction ceremony also
features a charity guitar auction, one of many fundraisers to try and
get music back into Oregon schools. Still, Portlanders who don’t share
Currier and company’s extensive knowledge of the state’s musical history
are bound to wonder: Who the hell are this year’s inductees? We asked
Currier to help answer that question.
Dharma Bums (1986-’92)
A jangly, punk-leaning rock act that reminds of the Replacements, Hüsker Dü and—on its Scott McCaughey-produced debut, Haywire—R.E.M.,
the Dharma Bums were a staple of the late ’80s/early ’90s Portland
music scene and one of the best rock bands of the era. “When I first met
them, they were just teenagers,” Currier says. “But they had lots of
energy and drive, and their live shows were really, really dynamic.” A
reunion show in 2010 filled the Crystal Ballroom. “Nobody ever thought
there would be a Dharma Bums reunion,” Currier says.

IMAGE: jeffreyfrederick.com
Jeffrey Frederick and the Clamtones (1975ish-’77ish)
The Clamtones are recorded evidence that the old, weird
America really existed. A sister band to the Holy Modal Rounders, the
group played an unholy combination of freak folk, country and jam rock
that put musicianship in the driver’s seat, with the band’s oddball
sense of humor riding shotgun. “They packed the clubs—it was rootsy kind
of music, but high energy on the dance floor,” Currier says. Though
Frederick died in 1997, many of his old bandmates are still making
Portland dance as the Freak Mountain Ramblers.

IMAGE: pnwbands.com
Sequel (1976-present)
This rock band’s legacy is forever frozen in a state of
suspended animation: It dissolved in 1983 while waiting for Elektra
records to release its sophomore album. The band’s self-titled debut,
though, still stands up surprisingly well as a shining collection of
Top-40 coulda-beens (think “Jessie’s Girl” or “Sunglasses at Night”),
and reunion shows in the past decade have proven that the band still has
moxie. “Most of the Sequel gigs seemed to be in the suburbs,” Currier
says. “They had melodic sing-along songs but with a harder edge to
them.”

IMAGE: nwam.com
Norman Sylvester (1985-present)
Portland bluesman Norman Sylvester has staying power. For
over 25 years he has entertained Oregonians with his blues band—a group
that facilitates Sylvester’s funky and soulful streaks alike, both of
which play a hand in his party-friendly sound. Sylvester still plays
gigs in Portland every weekend. He also has the best nickname in Oregon
showbiz: the Boogie Cat. “He always had five to seven people onstage,
and when he could do it, he’d have background singers and the whole
thing,” Currier says of Sylvester’s early days. “It was blues boogie
with a lot of soul.”

Image courtesy of Will Hobbs
Wheatfield (1971-present)
Oregon’s Wheatfield is a folk-rock outfit that gathered
momentum in the early ’80s on the back of its self-titled debut, a solid
folk journey that takes some unexpected detours into gospel,
string-based baroque instrumental and piano jazz. Wheatfield disbanded
in 1982, citing family and road-weariness, but its 2010 comeback album, Odyssey—only
the group’s second disc—is proof of a recent comeback. “Dave Leiken
down at Double Tee [Concerts] thought this was probably one of the best
bands that ever came from Oregon,” Currier says. “In the ’70s, these
guys were pretty huge in this state.”
SEE IT: The OMHOF induction
ceremony is Saturday, Oct. 8, at the Newmark Theater, with Crazy 8s and
Johnny and the Distractions. 7 pm. $25. All ages.
The Dharma Bums remind you of the Replacements? Wow. If that were even true, it'd be the other way around, hipster home boy.
And pay attention, hipster bands: of the hundreds of gigging bands that have started here, almost all of them are ephemera now--or balding old fellows and chubby middle-aged ladies who few people remember. Nobody will ever care about ironic mustaches and little Red China-ripoff hats and fad beards--they'll just laugh at the trash bin of pop slop and your earnestness.
Now, back to fond memories of the Dharma Bums playing the (original) Satyricon, and Taki's late-night souvlakis standing outside. Before there were crowds of hipsters staring intently down at phones in their palms.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. We get it. YOU were here first and YOU know what 'real' punk-rock is, right? First of all, Portland's music scene has always been.. okay. Aside from the occasional success, there's really no comparison to here and larger American cities. However, I agree with you that the local music scene is gutless, lacking and boring in Portland. But its attitudes like yours that contribute to the problem and not help solve it. Encourage, support and please educate these young whipper-snappers as to what it means to rock and express themselves creatively. After all, pressure makes the best work. Being a complete old fart just doesn't get you anywhere.
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I don't think I get your point there about Dharma Bums v. Replacements. By the time the Bums had released their first album, The 'Mats had already put out the three records they are best known for. And I'm sure even the Bums acknowledge the influence of The 'Mats and the other college rock bands from that era.
Oh definitely -- everybody knows the local scene is always "gutless and boring" and that it's always way better somewhere else. I honestly don't know what people who make that sort of complaint are hoping to find. Must be one's impression of the local scene depends on whether one gets laid, or some other such tangential experience. Stop whining and feeling so beyond all this, and go find some live music you can bop to regardless of whether your libido gets rewarded. Or -- if you think you know what real music is -- go out and make some ... and feel what it's really like to endure the disdain of all those simply too cool to be here.
"Gutless and boring..." "Pop slop and earnestness..." Boy, does that never describe Jeffrey Frederick and the Clamtones (or its later version, Les Clams)! Dionysian, satirical/sardonic, with soaring musicianship maybe. A danceable feast. Jeffrey was an archtype of the Old Weird Americana, pioneer of Alt Country with a soupçon of vodka -- and the Freak Mountain Ramblers are keeping it all alive.