SONGS FOR JOEL: BRITT DANIEL, ISAAC BROCK, CORIN TUCKER, SAM COOMES, REBECCA GATES, DREW GROW, LAURA VEIRS, KELLI SCHAEFER, DJ HWY 7,
(Valentine's, 232 SW Ankeny) Yes, you know many of those illustrious names above. The name you need to know, though, is Joel Burrows: He's is a longtime fixture in the Portland music scene, having played in countless bands, and last year he was hit by a van and suffered a serious head injury; he still requires ongoing medical attention. Janet Weiss (of Wild Flag and Quasi) has put together an astonishing bill of local talent to raise funds for a wheelchair insert that Burrows requires. The super-limited tickets to the event are already sold out, which is hardly surprising, but you can still help Burrows by donating to the Paypal fund at email@example.com—and I suppose you can lurk around the alleyway on SW Ankeny for a glimpse of stars like Spoon's Britt Daniel and Modest Mouse's Isaac Brock playing an incredibly intimate show. Donate, though—that's far more important.
NED LANNAMANN [In the video above, that's Joel on the left (stage right) from his days in the Thermals. Sorry I couldn't find something clearer.]
THE COUP, BUCK 65, BUSDRIVER
(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) When Chuck D stopped trying to set the world on fire with every syllable he spit, Boots Riley took that torch and never stopped running. The Coup are legends at blending the high minded with lots of low end. BOBBY ROBERTS
Despite the deep artistry of his beats, Rich Terfry's Buck 65 has always seemed as much a performance artist as a straight-up hiphopper—he's less likely to get a radio hit than a MacArthur "genius" grant. This slight sheen of performance artistry goes into full bloom during Buck 65's live shows, where Terfry rules the stage as carnival barker, impresario, storyteller, and spazz dancer. You will love him, and tonight's whole bill is great, also including the Coup and brilliant LA rapper Busdriver. DAVID SCHMADER
SYMPHONY X, ICED EARTH, WARBRINGER
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE 39th) Iced Earth were the first band that made me appreciate the melodic, anthemic metal that, on paper, sounds goofy. A 32-minute trilogy dedicated to the Gettysburg Address? Check. A set of concept albums telling the story of the Setians, a group of people who were on Earth before humans and who were actually aliens? Check. Songs inspired by films like Soylent Green and V for Vendetta? Check! Total nerdtown. But once I saw them live, I stopped laughing and rocked the fuck out. They deliver it all irony free, with a lot of headbanging, killer guitar riffs, and both piercing falsetto and growling-monster vocals. I still may not know shit about the metal genre overall, but I know Iced Earth put on a show even the serious thrashers can appreciate—once they get over how geeky it all is. MEGAN SELING