Stressing over your Sasquatch schedule? Let us assist you.
Festivals are a drain—not just
physically, but mentally too. As if wading through a sea of tweens in
feathered headdresses for four days wasn’t exhausting enough, the
performance schedule of
Formed: In the loo of a pub in Conventry, England, in 1986.
Sounds like: An armada of Space Marines overtaking a battle cruiser full of Chaos Warriors.
For fans of: Carcass, Napalm Death, Godf
A PSU student attempts to recreate a lost Grateful Dead show, based on the memories of those who were there. Good luck!
They say anyone who remembers the ’60s wasn’t there.
Tell it to Travis
Neel. For the last six months, the 29-year-old Portland State University
graduate student has been studying the Gratefu
At age 94, Portland’s accordion king is still pushing buttons.
The accordion has 233 buttons, 41 keys
and 8,888 chords. George Rozwick won’t claim he knows all the chords off
the top of his head. Pretty much everything else, though? He’s got it.
Six years ago, the last band anyone would’ve pegged to make it big outside of Portland might have been Wampire. First
of all, there’s that name. An inside joke goofing on the German
Not every young person comes to Portland to retire. Some start record labels.
The founder of SoHiTek Records, 30-year-old Erik Carlson,
lives the quintessential Portland dream. Aside from owning and operating
his own homegrown record label, he also curates the SoHiTek visua
Born: In Savannah, Ga., in 1975.
Sounds like: Listening to the coolest dude at the
party shoot the shit as the DJ spins ’70s soul, ’80s boogie funk and the
occasional modern electro-pop recor
Walter Salas-Humara and Charlie Salas-Humara have nothing in common.
Well, except for the
last name, of course. And Charlie’s dad, who happens to be Walter’s
brother. In musical terms,
[TUVAN THROAT SINGING] One of the world’s best Tuvan
throat singers lives in Portland. His name is Enrique Ugalde—though
before explaining who he is, maybe it’s best to explain exactly what