The Death Cabbie talks Bowie, Twitter and mushy music.
It’s kind of amazing what Death Cab for Cutie—a band often
dismissed as kids’ stuff or the mushy embodiment of all things
“emo”—gets away with. This year’s Codes and Keys is an ambit
Pattie’s Home Plate Cafe and Fountain8501 N Lombard St., 289-7285.The sock hop/diner/thrift store/yarn shop/DVD store-hybrid
business model never really took off, and for good reason, but that
Lovers' I Am the West is one of my all-time favorite Portland albums. If you counted up all my spins on local albums, I'd imagine that one tallies in the top 10. I still remembering popping the disc into my computer when it arrived almost unmarked in the mail: I knew nothing about Lovers, but I was hooked on first listen. When I found out Carolyn Berk was a Portlander (and in the process of puttin...
Ladies and gentlemen, the NBA season just got real for Blazer fans. While many questions remain about this season (deep breath: Is Raymond Felton the PG of the future? Will Portland get Greg Oden back? Will he actually play? Will Brandon Roy be healthy? Will Nic Batum look less boyish? Is the short season good or bad for Portland? What is up with Paul Allen lately? Are beers at the Rose Garden sti...
Sometimes we like to round-up a few recent Portland music videos. That's what this is. (Sorry for the brevity—been hanging out on Twitter recently.)
YACHT, "I Walked Alone"
Not too many YACHT songs have sweet-ass guitar solos—it's even rarer to see Jona Bechtolt actually PLAYING a guitar—which automatically puts "I Walked Alone" in a league by itself. The rest of the track i...
[TWEE FOR TOTS] I love kids, but I hate kids’ music. This
is a major reason I don’t intend to have children: I’m just not willing
to spend six or seven years of my life listening to Uncle Wo
[BLUEGRASS] Contemporary pickers have a very real dilemma:
They can play strictly traditional bluegrass and run the risk of flying
completely under the radar, or they can attempt to modernize the
How a burger baron, four indie rockers, a bleeding-heart Muslim and a group of trash tour guides are fighting for the 99%.
The air is hot and humid in the Portland Building’s dimly
lit second-floor auditorium. A mix of flannel-clad twentysomethings,
long-haired retirees and fussy neighborhood-watch types have filled
[WAIT, DISCO? REALLY?] I am fascinated by disco. And I don’t mean the contemporary electronic dance music that passes itself off as such: I’m talking half-naked, coke-snorting, mirror-ball, blowjo