The Growlers learn you can’t go home again—especially after your home burns to the ground.
There comes a time in every young punk’s life when it’s
time to abandon the squat and move on to bigger ventures. For Orange
County’s the Growlers, that decision did not come voluntarily.
How Sega Genesis almost upset the mighty Super Nintendo—and what went wrong.
The 16-bit era was arguably the most competitive in the
history of console gaming, with everyone from Commodore computer to
arcade kingpin Neo Geo taking on Nintendo. Among the challengers, onl
Perhaps I was mistaken about Merchandise. If Friday’s sparsely-attended show at Mississippi Studios was any indication, maybe they are a punk band after all—in the pejorative sense at the very least. Led by the antics of slightly toasted singer/guitarist Carson Cox, these guys...
Merchandise is not a punk band. The orchestral swells and chiming acoustic guitars that welcome listeners to new album After the End
should make that obvious. But the Internet hype machine continu
The D.I.Y. bookstore and show space goes out with one final concert this Friday.
The Portland D.I.Y. scene suffers yet another loss: Laughing Horse Book and Film Collective (12 NE 10th Ave) closes its doors for good this Friday. Ownership could not be reached for comment, but they did release an official statement regarding the lefty bookstore and all ages show-space's closure via Facebook on Monday ...
The Starbucks underground is ruining baristas’ lives.
Even in Portland, there are people who care deeply about Starbucks. Like, really
care. Sure, the Seattle chain’s ham-fisted Big Brother approach to one
of our city’s most precious commodities
Spending all day and night in the Portland coffee shop that never closes.
If Starbucks is the “third place” between business and
home, as plugged by CEO Howard Schultz, then the open-24-hours Southeast
Grind at 1223 SE Powell Blvd. is a “fourth place”—a have
Who: Kevin Rafn, Daniel Rafn.
Sounds like: If Ween’s 2000 record, White Pepper, delved deeper into the ’80s synth-pop territory explored on the Magnetic Fields’ The Charm of the Highway Strip