How Portland’s hardest-working stoners created one of the country’s best tape labels.
Gnarnia isn’t hard to find. Just head south on Southeast
11th Avenue, until the smell of grease radiating from the Burgerville on
Hawthorne Boulevard gives way to bong smoke. It’s home to a un
The trend of bands performing seminal albums live in their
entirety is a double-edged phenomenon. On one hand, it kills the
thrilling unpredictability of the set list, and forces audiences to sit
Crawling out from the wreckage of a devastating bus crash, a metal behemoth returns, better than ever.
Last year was poised to be a banner one for Baroness. With its double-album, Yellow & Green,
the band imported prog-metal touchstones—lengthy instrumental breaks,
ambient squalls of harmonic
Food Reviews & Stories
If you’re not from the Midwest, you might
wonder why anyone would keep a sandwich shop open until 3 am. But
drunken college kids without much to do require massive sandwiches to
soak up the bo
One man’s quest for the best exotic meat in Portland.
Food Reviews & Stories
It all started on a Friday night at Mall 205. I found
myself at Falco’s Pub, a tiny bar with a giant vinyl sign advertising
$1.50 PBR and a $5 steak special. Steak? At a dive across from a mall?
10 people who are living in the city without homes.
It’s been an eventful month for Portland’s homeless.
On July 15, an
employee of the Portland Outdoor Store downtown was attacked by a young
male who was described by police as a “street ki
It’s Friday afternoon in front of Voodoo Doughnut, and a
long line of tourists bears sweltering 90-degree heat for 45 minutes to
spend $20 on a pink box of gluttonous confections topped with Fro
It was a sunny afternoon in Buckman, and I was trying take a nap before work. I climbed into my van through the back door, assembled my bed, popped open the back windows, and settled in for a siesta.
“Hey Kathy!” said a voice nearby. “The ivy on your trellis looks great!”
Just a neighbor saying hi, I thought. No need for alarm. I generally slept with the windows shut, but I got clam...
[Ed. Note: Well, this is embarrassing. Pete "Vanifest Destiny" Cottell managed to get his van all the way to Seattle to relive his grunge-addled childhood at Sub Pop's 25th anniversary bash, and filed this report a day or two later, but we're only now getting around to posting it. Our bad, not Pete's. We promise we'...More