
Whoops. Somehow an error ended up on our listing for tonight's 5th anniversary/farewell edition of The Fix. We mistakenly listed it in the paper as a free event: NOT TRUE! However, the $12 cover is well worth it for one last Fix with Maseo of De La Soul, Rich Medina, and residents Rev. Shines, DJ Kez, Dundiggy, and Ohmega Watts.
So, let's try this again:
THE FIX IS OUT—After five glorious years of ass-shakin' shenanigans, hiphop dance party The Fix is going out in style. Join the gang for the final Fix ever with Rev. Shines, DJ Kez, Ohmega Watts, Dundiggy, and special guests Maseo of De La Soul and Rich Medina! Dance! WSH
Someday Lounge, 125 NW 5th, 9 pm, $12



Last year, The Meatmen's Tesco Vee and Dave Stimson released the book TOUCH AND GO The Complete Hardcore Punk Zine '79-'83, which includes all 22 issues of the Touch and Go zine they self-produced in East Lansing, Michigan, plus bonus archival material from some of punk rock's greatest luminaries (Ian MacKaye, Henry Rollins, and Keith Morris) and critics (Byron Coley). This Saturday at 5pm, Jackpot Records on Hawthorne is hosting an in-store signing/reading with Vee, who may read some excerpts from the widely praised and iconic punk zine that he turned into a behemoth 576 page book.
Edited by Steve Miller of The Fix, TOUCH AND GO provided first-hand accounts of the blossoming American hardcore-punk scene that was happening at the time, along with record reviews, candid interviews, and essays. Unsatisfied with the punk scenes at the time, TOUCH AND GO gave Vee the foundation and inspiration for the label of the same name he launched in 1981, who released undoubtedly the best in American underground music in the '80s and '90s. TOUCH AND GO was an essential primer for budding punk kids looking for the next great hardcore band and punk rock wouldn't be the same it is/was without it.
Tesco Vee will be at Jackpot Records on Hawthorne (3574 SE Hawthorne Blvd) Saturday, April 9th at 5pm. That night, Tesco Vee will be onstage at Plan B, performing with The Meatmen.
If there is one thing Ween fans love, it's getting loaded. Though "Booze Me Up and Get Me High" was never officially released, Ween shared an mp3 of this outtake from The Mollusk sessions on their website, and it instantly became a set-in-stone anthem for Ween fans worldwide. No liquor is left untouched, with Ween depleting the bar of it's red wine, Goldschläger, whiskey, tequila and Guinness. What's most surprising is that it's an outtake from The Mollusk, not from 12 Golden Country Greats, the country album Ween recorded a year prior with Nashville session players. Even without the southern drawl and barroom piano,"Booze Me Up and Get Me High" has all the makings of a country anthem, fit for an arena with lighters blazing. It also makes you very, very thirsty.
Another highlight from God Ween Satan is "L.M.L.Y.P," also known as "Let Me Lick Your Pussy." At nearly nine minutes, it's the longest song on the record and a concert favorite among fans (the longest live version I've heard is from a 2003 concert at Stubbs in Austin, clocking in at 47 minutes.) As with R. Stevie Moore, Ween were also influenced by the man in purple himself, Prince. Many people have claimed that "L.M.L.Y.P" is a Prince cover, but the distinction between cover and homage is blurred here. While Ween essentially pulled lyrics of "Shockedelica" and "Alphabet Street," they were written around the gist of the song, where slobbering stoners repeatedly slip "Let Me Lick Your Pussy" refrains and ways in which to do so off their tongues (pun intended). It's Ween's attempt at making a fuck song, with that low down and dirty slap bass funk and unintelligible pillow talk of things they will do to get their face between the legs. This is the sort of song Ween fans take their clothes off for. Then again, you can also blame that on the drugs. People fucked up on drugs love taking their clothes off in public.
R. Stevie Moore is a legend and a pioneer of D.I.Y., anything-goes home recordings, who influenced Ween like no other. "Dr. Rock," from Ween's second full-length The Pod, has every touchstone of being a tribute to Moore, both stylistically and lyrically. Moore, who has lived around New Jersey and New York since the '80s, and regularly appeared on local cable and public access television programs, was just a stones throw from Dean and Gene in New Hope, PA. It's not hard to imagine teenage Dean and Gene getting high in their bedrooms, watching Moore on TV, and being inspired to follow his lead. "Dr. Rock" is to Ween what "Cool Daddio" was to Moore - in-your-face noise pop with a serrated punk edge, capable of giving you "everything you need." And the message, "see what you can make of it," rings particularly true for both Moore and Ween, who have done it themselves, defied conventional music styles, never had a chart-topping record or single, and yet have amassed dedicated cult followings that will keep them going til death tells them to stop.
"Baby Bitch" tells you to fuck off beautifully. It's a break-up song that lets you down gently, but viciously. Chocolate and Cheese didn't have "Push Th' Little Daisies" as I had hoped, but I quickly discovered that it was ripe with fine pop tunes whose backs were against the wall of revenge, mockery, and humor. "Baby Bitch" embodied a soul, a broken one mind you, that later lead to my proclamation that Ween are the Beatles for our generation. Never had I heard a song that could gently address a "stinking ass hoe" and conclude "the most beauty I've seen, you've come from a dream, but I can't close my eyes anymore." It was a break-up wake-up. There are other songs that could cause equal emotional reckoning as "Baby Bitch," but this one tops 'em all.
Every once in a while, our fine publication will miss a truly kickass show that should have been written about but wasn't. Usually, it's because the concert in question is a house show, but this one is at Valentine's so we really dropped the ball on it. I suppose the good news is that everyone else missed it as well, so here's our chance to one-up the competition.

Los Angeles trio Dunes—featuring (left to right) Kate Hall, formerly of Mika Miko, Stephanie Chan of Finally Punk, and Mark Greshowak from Talbot Tagora— are playing their first ever Portland date tonight. Hearing members of your favorite punk bands conjure up Cocteau Twins-inspired dream-pop is every bit as amazing as it sounds, plus their hand-numbered, 500-pressed debut 12" on Mexican Summer is one of my favorite records of the year so far. If you haven't picked up a copy yet, you probably won't anytime soon—it went out of print like that—so don't miss your chance to see them live tonight.
LISTEN:
Dunes - "Blue Fire"
Dunes performs tonight at Valentine's (232 SW Ankeny) with Magic Johnson and Psychic Feline. There is no cover, but donations for the touring band will be collected at the door.
Following this weekend's tragic suicide of Sparklehorse's Mark Linkous, I looked at our archives to see what sort of coverage we gave his previous appearance in Portland.

Really? We ran that as a headline and kicker? I am so sorry.

Shoot. A while back, I wrote a brief/stupid blurb about the Weezer Snuggie in which I essentially told Rivers Cuomo to shut up and die.
While browsing the New York Times online today, I noticed a headline from a few days back that reads: "Weezer Singer Released From Hospital." Turns out that Cuomo got into a serious accident in his tour bus last week that ruptured his spleen, cracked three of his ribs and punctured his lung. He can't walk without a cane, can't fly in a plane and can't finish the remainder of the Ratitude tour. Fuuuck! I didn't really want Rivers Cuomo to (almost) die; I just wanted Weezer to make another record as good as the Blue Album! I don't actually think they were serious about the Snuggie; I just didn't think the ironic pop culture reference was strong enough.
Anyways, just wanted to apologize to Cuomo, his family, and all of the high schoolers in Suburban Connecticut who discovered that Rivers is from the Nutmeg state and used that fact to convince Dad to put (now cancelled) concert tickets on his credit card. Beware of what you say on the web, folks; it might come true.
I leave you with the Jaws of Life that pried Cuomo and his family from the capsized tour bus and me from my critical stance. Read more about the accident here.

CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION: MAGIC JOHNSON, FUCK YOU SAFARI, NUCULAR AMINALS, & MORE
(East End, 203 SE Grand) No, not the U2 song. In this case...
Wait, what? U2 song? What the fuck were we thinking?
Actually, "Children of the Revolution" is a fantastic T. Rex song that U2 covered. This is totally like that one time we thought "Cat's in the Cradle" was written by Ugly Kid Joe. Our apologies to T. Rex, Marc Bolan's yellow blouse, and the people of Portland.