[ROVING AMERICANA] One presumes that, 10 years into its
career, Blitzen Trapper would’ve found its sense of direction by now.
But on its seventh album, the band continues to experiment with its
“You guys must be super cold and wet, while we’re standing here comfortable and dry,” remarked the National frontman Matt Berninger, moments into the band’s sold-out set at Edgefield. It was appropriate, given the densely overcast sky and punctuated pitter-patter of gentle rain, but it wasn’t disheartening. The Portland summer, however, is gone—and the band’s two-hour set gave only...
No one wants to read that pounding two tablets of ibuprofen after the Big Float could cause severe stomach bleeding. Nor do I want to read any prescription label highlighting the laundry-list of potential hazards that might ensue — drowsiness, headaches, death — if I use any run-of-the-mill pain reliever. I’ve never, however, read a drug label warning me of my potential for spontaneou...
We don’t often get excited about an ominous black cloud barreling toward us on the horizon. Luckily, it’s not a rolling, rain-on-your-parade cumulus cloud I’m referring to, but Black Cloud, the first full-length from bluesy Portland quartet Tango Alpha Tango.
The dirty, electrified outfit has been busy prepping i...
A Texas-born comedian becomes Portland’s funniest person.
Comedy and Variety
Nearly seven years ago, comedian Shane
Torres thought the best joke in his arsenal was the first one he’d ever
written. Apparently the open-mic patrons at the Hungry Tiger Too didn’t
A So-Cal transplant who’s never surfed boards the Gorge.
There’s a moment of calm before it takes me. I stand
stagnant on the deck of the board as it gradually coasts atop the water
and my body gently trembles from a sense of eagerness. I’m not quit
[APOCALYPTIC FOLK] The Builders and the Butchers’ fifth
album is largely influenced by the postapocalyptic literature of Cormac
McCarthy, and it shows: Western Medicine is just as cheerless as T
Tree climbing is an activity most often associated with
children and barefoot hippies—two groups that wouldn’t stand a chance at
this weekend’s Portland Regional Tree Climbing Competition.
I used to have a girlfriend who would swoon over every adorable canine in a vest she would see at the local farmers market. I once mentioned I didn't find it cute, that I actually found it borderline sad. She told me the dogs would freeze to death without it. I told her it was 70 degrees out. We no longer date.Lemon, the smug mutt in the jet-black leather vest gracing the cover of