Throwing down methods and Rainier with the board bums drawn to Mount Hood’s endless winter.
It’s winter in Australia, but Rupert Michell has no
interest in the puny ski hills of his native land. Instead, Michell took
a 20-hour flight, then drove 1,000 miles to ski in Oregon—in June
[ALBUM-ORIENTED SYNTH FOLK] The blog-rock boom of the late
aughts was a great time to be twee as fuck. Alongside Clap Your Hands
Say Yeah and the Boy Least Likely To, members of Baltimore��
There’s a definitive moment in Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas
when Hunter S. Thompson sums up the end of the ’60s era profoundly,
making note of a “high-water mark” that can be seen from
[SPACE PUNK] If I had a nickel for every time someone
likened a buzz-worthy band of stoners with laptops and delay pedals to
Animal Collective, I’d certainly have enough cash to purchase a table
How does a band occupy its time in the decade following the release of a synth-rock milestone? In the case of Omaha’s the Faint, the answer involves mediocrity and laserbeams. Shitloads of laserbeams. I expected to be amongst a mass of shaking booties and spilled cocktails, but the light show had the crowd at the Roseland on Saturday in a near-ep...
My year of living in a van—minus two months of apartment hell.
Packing for a music festival is always a huge pain in the
ass. As Sasquatch 2014 drew near, I anticipated the day before my
departure would be an endless panic attack triggered by fear I was
Not your father’s hardcore—unless your father is an old scumbag.
The definitive sound of punk has been fiercely debated for
decades, but one thing most critics can agree on about the music is its
antagonistic nature. Right down to its name, Portland’s Drunk D
Behind the Darth Vader mask of Portland’s one-wheeled mascot.
It’s a statistical certainty that you know of the Unipiper.
Regardless of how—small talk at a party or through Jimmy Kimmel—the guy
riding around town on a unicycle, decked out in a kilt and
The owner of Portland’s only dedicated BMX shop on dads doing tricks and crushing mileage.
If you’re looking down from a buttery
leather Brooks saddle, the guys tooling around the greenways of Portland
on a BMX bike look like someone eating filet mignon with a spork. Sure,
2808 NE Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd., 282-5408, goodsbmx.com. Noon-6 pm Monday-Saturday.
Portland has both a world-famous BMX scene and a love of
all things local. So it’s sad that m