Matthew W. Sullivan wrote a piece on Birdcloud that I pulled from the paper at the last minute. But now that Birdcloud is definitely going to be here, you should read it. It's funny and great. Here's a sweet, sweet taste:
[Jasmin] Kaset and cohort Makenzie Green are taking a break during a rehearsal in their hometown of Nashville. Kaset tells me about a new shot they just made up inspired by their song "Hello, Commode." As best as I can tell from the picture they posted on Instagram, a "Hello, Commode" shooter consists of Bolthouse Farms Green Goodness (a blend of apple, mango, spinach, and about 17 other ingredients), vodka, and a packet of Emergen-C.There's more, including a story about their experience on America's Got Talent (they upset Heidi Klum and were booed by the crowd) and how their song "Savin' Myself for Jesus" got banned from YouTube.
It didn't sit well with Green. "She can handle her shots, but the second it hit her throat, there was puke all over the linoleum," says Kaset.
Go read Matt's story, and then go see 'em on Saturday at the Kenton Club. In the meantime, here is one of many, many songs they've written about their pussies.
But check this out! Tomorrow (Sat Sept 7) at 5 pm, Bradley himself will be at the downtown Everyday Music (1313 W Burnside) to sign copies of his latest album, Victim of Love. So, go there before you cross the street to see his show at the Crystal that night.
Yes, this is a thing. It's not news that tapes have become a thing again in DIY music circles; they're a cheap and nostalgic alternative to expensive vinyl, and although that tape deck from your '87 Accord is long gone, underground bands and small labels are putting more and more new releases out on cassette. Portland is no exception.
Here's what's happening around town this Saturday for Cassette Store Day:
• Beacon Sound (1465 NE Prescott) will be opening early on Saturday, and Peter Broderick will be there to sign copies of his 2008 debut solo album Float, which has just been reissued on cassette in a limited edition of 100 by Erased Tapes out of Berlin. He'll be there 10 am-2:30 pm, and Beacon Sound will have lots of other tapes available as well, including some Cassette Store Day exclusives.
• Record Room (8 NE Killingsworth) is hosting a cassette fair and tape swap. Participating labels include Gnar Tapes, Pour le Corps Records, Kennel Jitters Recordings, Resurrection Records, Useless State Records, Curly Cassettes, and Cassingle and Loving It Records. It goes from 4-8 pm and is all ages; they recommend bring a mystery mixtape for the tape swap.
• Music Millennium (3158 E Burnside) is also participating, and they'll have exclusive CDS releases from Efterklang, Mum, Twink, Suicidal Tendencies, Sentridoh, JJ Doom, Guided By Voices, Refrigerator, Xiu Xiu, Volcano Choir, Dolphinz, The Casket Girls s/t, Grape Soda, and Gold-Bears. They'll also have lots of other tapes for sale starting at $.99 and up, and the first 20 people in the door get a gift bag. That all happens 10 am-6 pm on Saturday.
Sweet little lineup Saturday night at Angelo's benefitting SMMR BMMR: Mean Jeans, The Bugs, Bi Marks & The Shivas. Also, welcome the Jeans back from their recent trip to Canada—some pretty great video from a show they played in Calgary two nights ago:
To illustrate why vinyl is so great—apart from the obvious reasons—I would now like to show you what came inside my 1981 Prince album Controversy:
I’ve made a super unofficial Big Ass Boombox mix, featuring the bands I’m looking forward to seeing this year (with the bands' permission!), so make yourself a protein shake, peruse my mix, and start training for a weekend of marathon show-going.
Visit the Big Ass Boombox site for more information on venues, the 40 bands, and the many authors participating. Tracklist (and set times) after the jump!
While we gave brief mention to Friday's Typhoon/Laura Gibson/Lost Lander show at the Crystal Ballroom in this week's paper, I don't think I really got a chance to emphasize that this triple bill is just about perfection. Three of my absolute favorite local bands, all in one place. It doesn't get any better.
They've all been on tour together for the past couple weeks—called the "Basin and Range" tour—and the folks at Lost Lander have put together this awesome tour video for us. To quote them: "In a word: Epyx."
Lost Lander opens for Typhoon and Laura Gibson (and acts as Gibson's backing band) on Friday night, November 23 at the Crystal Ballroom. Make sure you've digested all that turkey and pie, because this is a downright perfect bill, Portland style.
In honor of that Star Bar neon sign turning two years old, and it still being the merry month of September, here is my favorite Big Star song, and possibly my favorite song in the world. I know it's not from #1 Record—that's the one with the classic neon sign on the cover—but goddamn, it's a good one.
If you can get down there, Bunk's got a lot going on to make it worth your while: Music, beer, food, more. From the Facebook invite:
Come help celebrate Bunk Bar's 2 year Anniversary of not being sober. We're celebrating all afternoon and evening by blocking off SE Taylor St and having a block party with EAT SKULL, ONUINU and SUN ANGLE! We'll be partying with all of our friends and neighbors! We've got Water Avenue Coffee! We've got Boke Bowl! Bunk Truck will be there! DOUBLE MOUNTAIN's bringing a BEER TRUCK!It starts at 2 pm and goes 'til 9, right outside Bunk Bar at SE Water and Taylor. I can't think of a better reason to party in the middle of the street.
SPECIAL STREET PARTY! FOOD SPECIALS! DRINK SPECIALS! SPECIAL SPECIALS! FREE ROCK AND ROLL!
The first truly hot weekend of the year boasts one of the highlights of the summer: the third annual East End block party, where the long haired and black-clad faithful gather to bake under the sun, quenching themselves with beer. As tradition has come to dictate, the two-day lineup of bands is heavy on punk and metal, including sets from Redd Kross, Danava, Quintron, Lord Dying, Witch Mountain, Thrones, Nucular Aminals, and Sons of Huns. Come for the music and beer, and stay for the novelty of doing this in the parking lot instead of the basement.
[Editor's note: 22? Boo friggin' hoo.]
So, ladies and gents, I give you Portsquatch, a full week of various shows on various sides of the river. You might say that's a smaller list than Sasquatch. Well, yeah, BUT with Portsquatch you are awarded the luxury of showering, fully stocked bars, cigarettes that DON'T cost $9 a pack, the ability to actually see the artist, not ruining your expensive Free People outfit or losing your Ray-Bans, and oh, YOU'RE IN THE CITY.
Take a look at our specially prepared Portsquatch lineup after the jump!
Each week, Al's Den hosts a different musician doing a weeklong residency, and at the end of every week—that's Saturday, calendar buffs—they have a little interview segment with the artist as well. This week, Jason Lytle's been performing on the Al's Den stage each night, and tomorrow night the Mercury's own Rebecca Wilson will be the one putting him in the hot seat! So be sure to check it out. It's free, and it's Jason Lytle of Grandaddy. Oh, and free apps and beer tasters! (Further info here.)
w/Buzzyshyface; Al's Den, 303 SW 12th, Sat May 5, 7 pm, free
In this week's print edition I interviewed and wrote about Willis Earl Beal, who hopes his art will take precedence over his backstory. I caught Beal earlier this week in Los Angeles and believe, based on his stunning performance, that it won't take long.
Indeed, Beal's voice is a striking instrument. His stage presence is equally magnetic.
The show began with a recitation of a Bukowski poem. Beal then sat and strummed, arched and crooned, skronked and shouted, purred and emoted. Just phenomenal. And again—the sloppily sketched demos available on his debut, Acousmatic Sorcery bear little resemblance to the force of nature that is Beal in person.
As the first notes of his voiced opened up, swelling to grip and envelop the entire room, I felt the hair on the back of my neck raise.
Do not miss him, Sunday at Holocene.
A little taste of Beal's closer, sung a capella to the audience clap:
Lots more photos after the jump.
One more video before the weekend...
This week's issue includes my interview with Damien Jurado about his new record, Maraqopa. If you've heard it, you know it's great. If you haven't heard it, it's time to remedy that. Jurado told me about a dream he had that directly inspired the album, and if you think that means Maraqopa's all about unicorns and stage fright and weird sex stuff (i.e. the things people normally dream about), you're wrong. Maraqopa is actually a desolate sort of western, taking place either at the gates of Eden or at the mouth of Hell. The thing that makes Maraqopa so great is that Jurado knows that those two places aren't really so different after all—it really depends more on where your mind is at.
Damien Jurado plays Sunday night, April 22, at Holocene; he'll be playing with a full band, and it will be stony and kickass. Here's a video shot by Into the Woods which they recently posted as part of their "B-Sides" series—it's their series of outtakes, of sorts, where something went wrong during the shoot. In this case, Into the Woods did a shoot with Jurado at the Burgerville in Woodland, Washington, which went perfectly well, but then all of the footage was stolen out of the car of one of the cameramen. Luckily, the audio survived, and there is some grainy video of the shoot that was taken on an iPad. Into the Woods combined these elements with security-camera footage of the robber breaking into the cameraman's car outside of Rontoms. All put together, it makes a certain kind of dream-sense when you see it, much like Maraqopa. At the very least, the track sounds great; it's a song called "We Are What We Dream," a terrific tune that for whatever reason didn't make it onto Maraqopa.
You can read the full account of the shoot by Mercury contributor Matt Stangel over at Into the Woods' site. They have Episode 2 of their B-Sides series posted, too: It's the late, lamented Joggers* running through a ramshackle cover of Television's "Marquee Moon," which sort of falls apart and comes back together and falls apart again. And don't miss Jurado on Sunday—he's the real deal, a songwriter and performer of the very upper echelon, one who grazes the truth with each guitar strum.
* But not too lamented; after all, no more Joggers means we now get the very awesome Street Nights.
An email from Andrew R Tonry, who's down in California and wrote about Alabama Shakes this week:
dude, i hope you're going to alabama shakes.
i had to go to the show in solana beach, about an hour and a half south, near san diego because the troubadour was well sold-out and i was on the publicist's "guest waiting list," which i figured was a nice way of saying "no."
the trip was worth it. even down there the place, bigger than the troubadour, was fucking packed. and damn, they were hotter than i expected—keep in mind i knew they would be good. but they're polished good, not punk rock good.
feel like they're so bound to get huge that there's almost no ceiling. could be adele big. brittany has a ridiculously incredible voice. with it, she could be the next aretha franklin.
could also be co-opted and scrubbed for massive mall rock, corporate franchises, the house of blues and applebees 40-somethings whose other CD's include josh groban. but i think, based on my conversation with brittany, that they're purer than that. here's hoping.
either way, you'll never see 'em in a venue that size again.
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