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Point: Am I The Only One Who Didn't Like the Twin Peaks Revival?

Agent Cooper, 24 years deep in the Black Lodge
Agent Cooper, 24 years deep in the Black Lodge

There was a story to be found threaded into the eerie-weird revival of Twin Peaks, though it proved exhausting to figure out, and sometimes it was downright Lynchian incomprehensible.

Showtime premiered the first two episodes last night, then made the next two available on its streaming site; but watching all four hours in one long binge is not recommended. Because this isn’t the sort of revival you can understand all at once; you need to watch an episode, digest a bit, then hop online and read everything you can find about it to try to piece together what the fuck just happened, and figure out what you maybe missed or didn’t understand or something in the mythology you’d forgotten.

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Counterpoint: Am I the Only One Who Likes Feeling Uncomfortable? I Watched the New Twin Peaks And I Guess I Just Won't Be Sleeping on Sunday Nights Anymore

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Though four episodes of the newly revived Twin Peaks were available last night, I only got through three. It would maybe have been none if I'd been watching alone, but luckily I have a solid Sunday night crew of fellow ladies who love Lynch to shriek along with.

I'm glad for this, especially after the terror of the first few episodes. There's no way that's a spoiler, because shit's usually fucked with David Lynch, and all the more so when he gets to do whatever he wants, with none of the regular teevee constraints that kept the horrors of the original series primarily folded into subtext, with just a few genuine scares.

One of the challenging things about loving David Lynch is that much of his work is hard to watch alone. I have only ever watched Mulholland Drive in the company of other people, and I've only made it through a few episodes of Twin Peaks by myself, though I've watched it multiple times, usually with friends who will entertain my interjections during the show's more baffling moments—and there are many. I yell at Twin Peaks the way most people yell at sports. (Don't go into the bedroom with the door ajar! Don't run into the woods!)

I know I like the new series because it makes me feel uncomfortable and confused, but also completely sucked in; thanks to the creepy machinations of David Lynch, I had weird dreams afterward and slept extremely badly. This morning, a friend reported the same thing. Though I normally get a strict eight hours, it felt oddly comforting to lose sleep over fiction. It made me realize how long it's been since I've done that, how even my sleep has been rudely hijacked by the too-real horrors of following the daily stupidity of our current political leaders.

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Last night, I slept poorly, paying no them no mind, thinking only of bizarre creatures like the monster behind Winkie's in Mulholland Drive, newly grateful for Lynch's interest in looping into the subconscious, his commitment to letting narrative unfold (however slowly and frustratingly), and of his baffling, soothing juxtaposition of abject violence and pain with an almost innocent view of good and evil.

In other words: For three strange hours, I escaped into fiction. It's nice to be reminded that that can still happen, and that next Sunday, it's happening again.


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How One Band Is Trying To Put The Spotlight On Portland’s Hidden Diversity

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Orquestra Pacífico Tropical does much more than make you dance: the band gives a voice to the growing number of Latinos that call Portland home, creating stronger communities in the process.

David “Papi” Fimbres still remembers how his childhood home in Los Angeles would often overflow with the enchanting rhythms of cumbias, bachatas, and guarachas—three of the most popular music genres of Latin America.

The music would spill out of a small radio that Fimbres’ mother kept on the kitchen table, and flood the house – and Fimbres’ heart – with its contagious joy.

“Growing up in L.A., I listened to all different styles of Latin music,” he says. “I’m Mexicano-Americano, and that music became a part of who I am.”

In L.A., Fimbres would hear those Latin beats wherever he went—on the radio, in his home, on the streets—but that changed when he moved to Portland in 1999.

“The first thing I noticed when I moved to Portland was that I was missing my culture,” Fimbres remembers.

That’s when an idea started bouncing around the young drummer's mind: to start his own cumbia band in Portland.

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Live Review: Fleet Foxes at the Crystal Ballroom, Thurs May 18

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Last Thursday night, Fleet Foxes hit the Crystal Ballroom for one of their first shows in six years. The folk band—which formed in Seattle in the mid-'00s, then went quiet after releasing and touring the Grammy-nominated Helplessness Blues in 2011—performed a mix of old and new songs from their forthcoming album Crack Up. They brought with them everything fans love about Fleet Foxes: layered harmonies shepherded by Robin Pecknold's still-incredible voice, pastoral lyrics, and an almost religious-seeming intensity that made the Crystal feel like a cathedral.

The sold-out concert's audience reflected this fervor; I've never seen a group of people pump their fists into the air as triumphantly as they did when the band played the first notes of "Mykonos." Clouds of weed smoke puffed up throughout the crowd like the chimneys of distant hamlets. Some attendees whispered lyrics with eyes closed, while others sung (or maybe yowled) each word with guttural force. Between songs, a few audience members even did the excited "WOOF WOOF WOOF" thing sports fans do at tailgates, which was met by scolding from violent shushers. Meanwhile, as images of deep space were projected behind them, Fleet Foxes ventured into jam-band territory with tracks like "The Shrine/An Argument." I couldn't help but wonder: Are they my generation's Grateful Dead?

There were moments when I wished I could teleport back to the Arlene Schnitzer in March 2016, when Pecknold opened for Joanna Newsom with solo, acoustic songs. But most of Fleet Foxes' Crystal show was glorious and filled with joy—a grand return that Portland welcomed with mighty fist-pumps.

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This Week in Appropriation: Kooks Burritos and Willamette Week

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Portland has an appropriation problem.

This week in white nonsense, two white women—Kali Wilgus and Liz “LC” Connely—decided it would be cute to open a food truck after a fateful excursion to Mexico. There’s really nothing special about opening a Mexican restaurant—it’s probably something that happens everyday. But the owners of Kooks Burritos all but admitted in an interview with Willamette Week that they colonized this style of food when they decided to “pick the brains of every tortilla lady there in the worst broken Spanish ever.”

“...You can eat $5 lobster on the beach,” Connelly said, “which they give you with this bucket of tortillas.” The “they” she was referring to were probably the Mexican “abuelitas” these two women preyed upon in order to appropriate the secrets of their livelihood. Suitably impressed, these tourists began asking the locals questions about how these tortillas were made. “They told us basic ingredients,” Connelly said, adding “[but] they wouldn't tell us too much about technique.” Hmmm. Wonder why? This is where things go from quirky to predatory if you haven’t already guessed.

“…We were peeking into window of every kitchen, totally fascinated by how easy they made it look,” she said. So let’s recap the story thus far: These two white women went to Mexico, ate tacos, and then decided they would just take what the locals clearly didn't want to give them. If that wasn't bad enough, they decided to pack up all their stolen intellectual property and repackage it in one of the few places where such a business could plausibly work: Portland, Oregon.

While describing themselves on their Yelp biography (which has since been edited), Connelly claims to have “a mean tortilla flip” while Wilgus anointed herself as the “director of vibes” and “our little abuelita with recipes from the heart”—even though the recipes were stolen.

Week after week people of color in Portland bear witness to the hijacking of their cultures, and an identifiable pattern of appropriation has been created. Several of the most successful businesses in this town have been birthed as a result of curious white people going to a foreign country, or an international venture, and poaching as many trade secrets, customs, recipes as possible, and then coming back to Portland to claim it as their own and score a tidy profit. Now don’t get me wrong: cultural customs are meant to be shared. However, that’s not what happens in this city.

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Twitter Founder "Sorry" If He Helped Put Trump in Office

Not laughing so much now that Twitter played a role in a very bad thing.
Not laughing so much now that Twitter played a role in "a very bad thing." David Paul Morris / Getty

This has been kicking around for a couple days, but in case you missed it due to beautiful Portland weather interrupting obsessive device-checking: Evan Williams, the guy who owns Twitter and Medium, is sorry about the whole Trump thing.

Via The New York Times:

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Chuck Goes a Step Past Rocky

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Within the pantheon of American boxing movies, from On the Waterfront to Creed, none stray too far from the template: You have your working-class, punch-drunk dullard with aspirations of being a champion. Nobody believes in him, but he plans to overcome the odds and be one of the greats. He falls in love with a neighborhood girl, and/or finds a spiritual mentor in a trainer. Miraculously, he finds himself faced with the fight of his life! Whether he wins or loses “the big fight,” he’ll defy the odds, gain success and/or celebrity, and likely spiral into a pattern of nefariousness or poverty. Sometimes he can dig himself out and be great again. Sometimes it’s too late.

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Good Morning, News: Trump Worships the Glowing Orb

GOOD MORNING, BLOGTOWN! Hip to hip, lip to lip, and then lock it. Big fat feet means big fat pockets. LET'S GO TO PRESS.

The Timbers lose an ugly game to the Montreal Impact, check out our Abe Asher's recap of the match here.

President Trump has arrived in Israel as part of his world tour to meet with foreign dignitaries, and hopes to close the biggest deal of all: peace between the Israelis and Palestinians. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Not so Ha. Ha.: Trump's new budget plans to slash Medicaid, and would give states the ability to cut anti-poverty programs.

Trump laid his hands upon a glowing Saudi orb—and Twitter had fun with that.

Trump's son-in-law and top adviser Jared "JARED!" Kushner says there's no ethical problem with him keeping nearly 90 percent of his real estate holdings while working for the government.

It's expected that former National Security Adviser Michael Flynn will plead the fifth when asked about his ties to Russia while serving under Trump.


Bill Cosby's trial for sexual abuse starts today and the jury is being selected.

First Richard Spencer was sucker punched for being a white nationalist, and now his gym membership has been terminated! HOW IS HE SUPPOSED TO DEFEND HIMSELF FROM NAZI PUNCHERS??

In more schadenfreude: A big game hunter was crushed to death when an elephant he shot fell on him.

Now let's check out the WEATHER: Put on yer thongs because the temp is expected to hit 92 degrees today!

And finally, Dwayne Johnson and SNL presents the greatest erectile dysfunction commercial you will ever see. (Sure there's not a lot of competition, but this is really good.)


The Lovers: A Slog Through the Worst Parts of Adulthood

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A friend of mine claims that because her parents never got divorced, she can’t handle fictional separations. Turns out I share this intolerance, because getting through The Lovers was a struggle.

Stealing the plot of Tom Stoppard’s OG infidelity play The Real Thing, the Lovers are Mary (Debra Winger) and Michael (Tracy Letts), unhappily married baby boomers who are cheating on each other, and then start cheating on their ~*vaguely artsy*~ sidepieces with... each other! How zany! How unexpected! How sad to waste the talents of Winger and Letts on such a thin premise!

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Timbers Lose Chara Early, Lose Big Again

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For the first time since Opening Day almost three months ago, Timbers manager Caleb Porter was able to select his first-choice starting eleven.

They lasted just eighteen minutes.

That's when, with the Timbers already down 1-0 to the Montreal Impact thanks to a dubious early penalty call, Diego Chara was sent off for slamming his forearm into Ignacio Piatti's face. It was an inexcusable moment from Chara, and, for all intents and purposes, the end his team's afternoon.

The Timbers battled in spades, and got another headed goal from Diego Valeri, but were handily beaten. Montreal, who entered the day dead last in the Eastern Conference, ran out 4-1 winners a week after being booed off their home field.

The loss means that Portland will go to Seattle next Saturday with just two wins in their last nine games and none in their last four. Entering a crucial stretch with seven straight games against Western Conference opponents, the fate of the Timbers' season feels more uncertain than it has all year.

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A Woman Was Stabbed On the Lloyd Center MAX Platform Friday Afternoon

The assailant apparently came out of Holladay Park, near the LLoyd Center MAX station.
The assailant apparently came out of Holladay Park, near the LLoyd Center MAX station. FINETOOTH / CC BY SA

A woman was stabbed multiple times in front of dozens of witnesses at the Lloyd Center MAX station this afternoon, police and eyewitnesses confirm, and apparently didn't know her assailant.

According to an online account from Mercury food writer Andrea Damewood, the incident occurred at roughly 4 pm, as a full MAX train was waiting at the stop.

Eyewitness accounts say the woman fell onto the tracks and was being helped by bystanders. Meanwhile, Damewood tweets the man made his way around to the MAX train waiting on the eastbound tracks—its operator had left the doors open?—but didn't get on.






The attacker and victim apparently had come from nearby Holladay Park—a frequent trouble spot in years past.

As of this writing, TriMet says it's not letting people on or off at the Lloyd Center stop.

Here's the police bureau's preliminary account.

As officers were responding to the scene they received additional information that the suspect was near the DoubleTree Hotel across the street. Officers arrived within moments of the 9-1-1 call and contacted the suspect, taking him into custody without incident. A knife was recovered from the scene.

The victim, a female in her late-teens or early-20s, was transported by ambulance to a Portland hospital for treatment to traumatic injuries.

Preliminary information indicates that the suspect and victim did not know each other. The suspect approached the victim, who was with two other young women, and after a brief exchange of words the suspect suddenly attacked the victim, stabbing her multiple times.




The Week in Weed: Sessions Reinstates Mandatory Minimums, Portland May Get Weed Lounges, and American Workers are Failing Drug Tests

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As both cannabis and criminal justice advocates reel from a Sessions memo urging federal prosecutors to impose mandatory minimum sentences on low-level drug offenders, New Jersey pushes forward with cannabis reform. And damn, Americans really like to do drugs—all sorts of them—and have been failing their drug tests. Read on!

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Michael Kiwanuka's Love & Hate Is Lush, Challenging, and Often Foreboding

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MICHAEL KIWANUKA Finding his place in the world. Phil Sharp

A few years ago, Michael Kiwanuka was in crisis mode. His debut album, Home Again, had sold more than 70,000 copies, won the BBC’s Sound of 2012, and was nominated for the UK’s prestigious Mercury Prize. The press was comparing him to Bill Withers and Otis Redding. He was invited to tour with Adele. Kanye West flew him out to studios in Hawaii and Paris for the Yeezus sessions. Despite all of this success, Kiwanuka was struggling creatively, and went home to London to do some soul-searching.

While he was there laboring over the follow-up to Home Again, Kiwanuka received a fortuitous phone call from Brian “Danger Mouse” Burton, the famed producer and multi-instrumentalist best known for his collaborations with CeeLo Green (Gnarls Barkley), James Mercer (Broken Bells), the Black Keys, and Gorillaz.

“He reached out just to write some music and meet and hang out,” Kiwanuka says. “He asked what I was up to and how the album was going, and I said I was kind of stuck.”

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Beloved Club 21 is Being Demolished Right Now

It is a sad day Portland. But one we all knew was coming. We were sent these photos this afternoon of one of Portland's great dive bars and the Mercury's unofficial clubhouse—Club 21— being demolished.

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The Club officially shuttered on January 15 to make room for a large mixed-use building. What a shame.

But instead of feeling sorry for ourselves, we are going out to support some of Portland's remaining dive bars tonight. If you're really missing the club, try the Lay Low Lounge on 60th and Powell where much of the decor and the food program from Club 21 were transferred after the closing.

Or perhaps the Standard who have this way too real T-shirt for sale:



Blossom Releases "So Cool" Single Off New Album

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Today Blossom released “So Cool” off her forthcoming project Tease! Blossom fans will recognize the single from some of her performances around town, as she’s already worked the song—along with a couple other new tracks—into some of her live sets. I was fortunate enough to get an advanced listen to her eight-track project in full, and can confidently say that “So Cool” is one of my favorites.

The entire album is produced by Portland’s HOT16 (Dan Kinto), and its first single has a breezy, summer-day-party vibe. Bookended by a succession of finger-snaps and seguing into jazzy trumpets and a danceable beat, Blossom’s enticing lyrics encourage us to take a trip, take a dip, and take a sip. “Let’s take at trip down to the strip where we can find a pool and take a dip/Got shots for us lets take a sip/Get real drunk the night is what you make of it.” Yep, this song sounds like a typical dream-night out with one of Portland's most gregarious and captivating rising stars. It's definitely a vibe.

The song will no-doubt be in heavy rotation as Blossom graces outdoor stages over the next few months. (In the meantime, you can peep her at Holocene on May 25.) And the song's already earned a permanent spot on my Summer17 playlist. The 7’’ single is currently available for pre-order on Bandcamp, and is also streaming on Soundcloud. Happy listening!