THURSDAY 10/3

SOLO DOS EN TIJUANA

(Disjecta, 116 NE Russell) Jorge got laid off, so he became a beatnik, smoking lots of grass and making recordings in his apartment. The result is Solo Dos En Tijuana, and a collection of bilingual tunes that are both bizarrely charming and eerily soothing. He uses a variety of instrumentation, but the guitar is its backbone, casually strummed or picked mariachi style. One of the music's charms is the fact that it sounds truly original and difficult to categorize. It's too pretty to really be rock, but way tougher and kookier than folk. His voice is deep but super-smooth, and the lyrics are simple, sincere, and mostly about love: "I was born so far away, so far away from here/You were born so right here/Lalalalalalala." No joke, it completely rules. MARJORIE SKINNER

NORFOLK & WESTERN, VI FOOT SLOTH, NEO

(Blackbird, 3728 NE Sandy) It's been nearly four years since I first shook the moist, loving hands of Jed, Amanda, and one Mister Larry Yes for the first time and helped put on a VI Foot Sloth show in a garage apartment in Houston, AND I STILL FEEL THE LOVE. I remember it well. Heartstring-tugging songs about girls on blue bikes backed by VI Foot's dirgey circus orchestration, swigs of whiskey, kids everywhere--ahh, it was a darling time, and campy as boy scouts at an oom-pah lounge. Last I heard, the Portland staples had built a home studio and were busied churning out more hits--and how couldn't they? With a cheerfully sad framework, VI Foot Sloth's mystique can capture any curmudgeon's heart, including mine. Larry Yes and VI Foot Sloth, If You Are Reading This Preview, Call Me, Jiggaz! My Phone Number Is 773-782-4290! I Live In Chicago Now, and Yes, My Turtle Is Still Alive! DR. JOAN HILLER

THE BUILDING PRESS, WADSWORTH

(Berbati's, 231 SW Ankeny) Math rock math rock! What is with all this math rock? Maurice Giles of Portland's own self-contradictory math/stoner rocking Last of the Juanitas once noted that "bands these days put a complicated spin on their rock music just to avoid rehashing what has already been done." Smart guy. Must be all that pot and equations. Tonight's rock is straight out of the math department with exemplary examples of the genre: Seattle's The Building Press and Portland's Wadsworth. Rippin' drummers, shredding guitar players and, um, blammerring bass players, all to the tune of dissonant keys and complicated time signatures. You will puke with excitement. JOE FAUSTIN KELLY

SEQUENCE: CARRION, GINO, OPHELIA, MORE

(13th Floor, 13 NW 13th) Dancing can make anyone look hot. There's nothing better than a fine man or lady, freshly flushed and a little sweaty from shaking the bootay all night long--perhaps because it's a little reminiscent of the post-sex glow? Either way, 13th Floor has six rooms for your hot, humpy self to get all sexed up on the dance platform. This night is all electronic, electroclash, '80s, etc--a shitload of beat-heavy stuff to get your ass high in the air and waving like it just don't care. Eh? JULIANNE SHEPHERD

FRIDAY 10/4

DIRTY: SUPPOZ, BROKENWINDOW, MR. MU MU

(XV, 15 SW 2nd) ...And speaking of hottt dancing, here's another electro/disco/sleaze DJ night to help you in your cause to get a partner by the holidays. With DJs Suppoz, Mr. Mu Mu, and BrokenWindow (aka Solenoid, who's about to release a record on Tigerbeat6's Violent Turd imprint). JS

FOURTH ANNUAL NWEAMO FEST

(B Complex, 320 SE 2nd) NWEAMO (Northwest Electro-Acoustic Music Org) goes global this year--or at least coastal, as a joint event will be held in San Diego at the exact time as the one in Portland (thereby causing a warp in the fabric of the space-time continuum and blowing the planet to shreds; thanks a lot, assholes!). In the meantime, if you attend this fest, you'll get to see a shitload of notable, experimenting, and/or just plain out-of-hand electronic musicians, including Twine, Adam Forkner, Ryan Wise, and "lowercase sound" artist Josh Russell (lowercase means he plays a bunch of ambient noise, the delicate hiss of tapes, silence, and all-around gentle touching on his laptop). It's two days; go to www.nweamo.org for a schedule. JS

SKERVY'S REFORM SCHOOL PARTY

(Billy Ray's, 2216 NE MLK) Even though you never need a reason to plod down to Billy Ray's for a cheap 22-ouncer, here's one anyway. A queer DJ night--the theme? Reform school. I predict a lot of black vinyl, shitkickers, and whips... all dancing around to punk buttrock, hiphop, and (cover your ears) sweet international grooves. Besides the SIGs, though, this festivity sounds quite gay. KATIE SHIMER

SATURDAY 10/5

THE SHORTWAY, SHICKY GNAROWITZ & THE TRANSPARENT WINGS OF JOY

(Tennessee Red's, 2133 SE 11th) Klezmer music sounds best in fall (the weepiness, the nostalgia, the chilly sweetness of the air, etc.) and goddamned if I don't love me some klezmer. Portland's Shicky Gnarowitz and the Transparent Wings of Joy play both original and standard klezmer music beautifully, with guitar, bass, and violins. Their main violinist, especially, is extremely talented, but all of them infuse Jewish folk music with the proper emotion. JS

MORTICIAN, scar culture, nihilist

(Meow Meow, 520 SE Pine) Referred to as the Most Brutal Band in the World, Mortician packs a serious wallop for all you metal kids fed up with the crappy rap-metal on the rock radio stations and MTV. These guys are so brutal they don't even have a drummer; they use an evil drum machine that they can program to do any evil deed they can conceive. Pure evil genius. I am going to strongly suggest you to head to this show because if you don't, these metal heads might actually hunt you down and kill you. And that would suck. CHRIS REED

DOLOREAN, THE VESPERTINES, PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLERS

(Blackbird) Psychological Thrillers do sound like The Inconvincible and Pan Tourismos, mainly because the band houses two members of those bands--guitarist/singer Brandon Clemmens and bassist Demetri Kassapakis, along with drummer Glenn Porter. Only, I heard them practicing through their basement floor the other day (long story as to how I got there--you don't wanna know), and I actually found I like them EVEN BETTER than any of the aforementioned bands. They still have the spastic sing-talk and guitar lines of yore, except there was more of an emphasis on rhythm, and the melodies were catchier. It's the kinda punky rock that no one else thinks to play, and I'm psyched to actually see them, rather than merely eavesdropping. JS

PROJECT/OBJECT: THE MUSIC OF FRANK ZAPPA

(Lola's, 1332 W Burnside) Nearly a decade after his death, and more than 35 years after his Mothers of Invention released their landmark double-LP debut, Freak Out!, many still view Frank Zappa as little more than a poo-obsessed rock-guitar wanker who wrote novelty songs about yellow snow and valley girls. At the other extreme are the obsessive Zappaphiles who know all the words to Thing-Fish and swear he's the most important composer of the last half-century. That's the main audience for Project/Object, but for "civilians" who just want to hear old F. Z. classics like "Inca Roads" and "Peaches in Regalia" played by a live band, this is your best bet. Be warned, though: the expected male-to-female ratio is about 97:3. WILLIAM YORK

SUNDAY 10/6

BENEFIT FOR "YOU" STARRING AMY ANNELLE, THE TAKEN GIRLS, S. BROOX

(Kelly House, 3944 SE Kelly) Oh yeah, you were wondering what the Charm Bracelet's been up to. Where have those weekly gatherings been? Those art assignments, those movie screenings. You knew something had been missing. Well now it's time to get thinking about CB's new "meet people and maybe get laid" project, compiling thousands of testimonies about inspiring people in Portland. Not only will you get valuable information about the "new big thing," titled YOU, but you'll also get to hear the sweet folk of Amy Annelle, the somber acoustics of S. Broox (aka Minmae) and the two-guitar madness of the Taken Girls. KS

ILL LIT, GHOSTS OF WOMEN WHO HAUNT CLIFFS, JIM YOSHII PILE-UP

(Blackbird) If your heart needs wrenching, Oakland's Jim Yoshii Pile-Up is at your service. The five-piece is soaked in slow, swooning sorrow, carefully draping naked indie pop over soft-spoken lyrics about distances growing between lovers. I'm not a fan of wrist-slitting self-pitiers, and JYP doesn't walk around with razor blades doused in blood. Their music--stark shoe-gazing melodies for the upcoming pale months--is more about the gentle touch than the tortured soul. Their newest CD, Homemade Drugs, is out now on Absolutely Kosher. JENNIFER MAERZ

PLEA FOR PEACE: PROMISE RING, POISON THE WELL, COMMON RIDER, LAWRENCE ARMS

(Crystal) The Promise Ring has never been emo. Since the band's inception, they have turned their collective backs to expectant fans of their prior, legitimately emo bands. Starting as what sounded more like a punk salute to Sunny Day Real Estate (a group that, ironically, was never considered emo until the Promise Ring ripped them off), they set a new standard at that time for sharp, melodic underground pop. Moving through a heart-on-sleeve meets Duran Duran period with the release of Nothing Feels Good, the group became extremely established, yet still a reluctant flagship band for the emo tag. Now, the most surprising growth spurt has brought about the Wood/Water LP. In what seems like the biggest attempt on the band's part to abandon former descriptions, the latest inception shows The Promise Ring all grown up into a sort of Brit-pop, and nearing adult-contemporary role. Emo was over years ago, and The Promise Ring sound like they know it. JFK

KMH, TWINE W/PHASE4, SOLENOID

(Soundvision Gallery) Japanese, German, and Portlandian sound artists play the new sound/vis art gallery downtown. See story pg 29. JS

GOGOL BORDELLO, PLEASURE CLUB

(Dante's) Of course, New York City had to be the petri dish in which the peculiar charms and talents of this smarty-pants Ukrainian diaspora would stew and bubble over. Where else? Now, as the much-lauded postmodern Gypsy punk cabaret Gogol Bordello launches their first North American tour, our provincial fishing village finally has a chance to experience this anarchic and absurd musical (and theatrical) phenomenon. Not content to serve up his delicious goulash of traditional Ukrainian music and Birthday Party-esque punk on a barren stage, Gogol Bordello's mustachioed mastermind Eugene Hütz uses storytelling, elaborate props, and complex stage sets to create an utterly macabre urban spectacle. TAMARA PARIS

MONDAY 10/7

JOHN ZORN'S COBRA, VOODOO ORGANIST

(Blackbird) Hard to say whether the players will clear the room tonight with Cobra--an intricate, avant-improv "game piece" in which individual musicians are conducted by Zorn via cue cards, hand signals, etc. to play in a given style and speed all at once, creating all sorts of crazy interplay between them that's sometimes even listenable--but it's definitely worth finding out. MICHAEL ALAN GOLDBERG

CLINIC, THE SWORDS PROJECT

(Crystal) Clinic sounds like someone left the microphone on in the schizophrenics' ward the day the meds ran out. They are very hip at the moment (or they were, I guess, a moment ago), which is odd when you consider how good they are. SEAN NELSON

TUESDAY 10/8

QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE, DILLINGER ESCAPE PLAN, ICARUS LINE

(Crystal) Like Tool and Radiohead, QOTSA deign to bring a tiny spark of dignity to the mainstream. Adding a member of Nirvana (who's not coming on this tour) on the drum kit for their third and latest album, Songs For The Deaf, makes perfect sense, and only underlines its many parallels to In Utero. With their quality and track record, this might be the last opportunity to seem them live in a venue of this size. I'm going to be sending them positive vibes from the Isis concert across town. NATHAN CARSON

ISIS, DALEK, THRONES, PLAYING ENEMY

(Blackbird) Each time I see Isis, aka the new greatest hardcore-metal act in America, I become hypnotized. At first, I thought it was the strobe lights, but in retrospect, there were no strobes--it was just the gentle pulsing of their melodically brutal (yet not violent) sludge, which is so tight it hits you below the surface of your skin. Their latest record, Oceanic (Ipecac), adds a new element of crap-your-pants drone and brick-heavy metal to the urgent, elegant drowning sound of their vocals and guitars. The best part (no, this is the second best part; I'll get to the best part in a sec) is that they're playing with Dälek, who is this awesome, spacey hiphop group. Diversity rules! Okay, the real best part is that Arista Records' R&B quartet, Isyss, had to change their name, because there was already an Isis. JS

FRONTIER LIFE, TITICACAMAN

(Berbati's) Frontier Life is a feature-length documentary that tries to deconstruct the idea that Tijuana is nothing but a hotbed of sin and debauchery. Fittingly, it contains a soundtrack loaded with music from artists south of the border, including the stylings of Titicacaman. Titicacaman (it's fun to repeat) is a rather crazy performer who has been described as an ignorant scientist, and a musical entertainer. He makes a sound somewhere in between noise and music. God Bless Titicacaman. Titicacaman. JUSTIN SANDERS

WEDNESDAY 10/9

ROOTS OF ORCHIS, OMA YANG, SMALL CRAFT ADVISORY, NEW BETHEL

(Blackbird) By blending deep-groove bass, great beats rooted in hiphop, and the occasional scratch into dreamy, instrumental-guitar terrain, Roots of Orchis avoid being yet another tired post-rock/downtempo snore-athon. In fact, their very subtle, serene emotion will actually result in something more like a melt-athon. Also, they are from Santa Cruz, which for some reason seems like a big deal to everyone at this office. Labelmates Oma Yang are not from Santa Cruz, but they do have a song entitled "Roots of Orchis Drinks Cheap Beer." (Grammatically correct, inter-band banter! So cute!) Their music is a good, more rock-based counterpart to the Roots, and they're complicated without getting all mathy and making you feel like you're stuck in a wormhole on the way to Narnia. JS

SNAPCASE, BOY SETS FIRE, ATREYU, VAUX

(B Complex) See Music pg 19

GOMEZ, JASON MRAZ

(Berbati's) It's been four years, and I still can't believe Gomez--England's answer to Phish--actually beat out far superior Verve and Massive Attack albums for the 1998 Mercury Music Prize with their debut, Bring It On. The scruffy, instrument-swapping lads are on their fourth album, In Our Gun, and the one-time "next big band" continues to flesh out their earthy, jam-band blues-rock with weird neo-psychedelia and the occasional synth or sample--certainly delighting their diehard, loose-limbed, noodle-dancing fans and baffling the rest of us to no end. MAG

TONY HAWK'S BOOM BOOM HUCKJAM

(Rose Garden, 1401 N Wheeler) Go to boomboomhuckjam.com, where you can see Tony Hawk in a Flock of Seagulls haircut, or read his very own tour diary. Tony Hawk calls his latest fun-fest a "skate/BMX/moto show of arena proportions, featuring an elaborate ramp system, music, and choreography"--which makes it sounds a bit like a monster truck rally hosted by the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders. You get to watch the gravity-defying shenanigans of over ten young studs, and hear the... um... "punk" band The Offspring, who might sing stupid songs, but still offer a cute lead singer. Speaking of The Offspring, I have to admit I sort of like one of their songs, though it sounds eerily similar to Simon and Garfunkel's "Cecilia," which can't possibly mean anything good for The Offspring or my taste in music. STEVEN LANKENAU

New Releases Oct 8: Apples in Stereo, Bjork*, Black Heart Procession, Bluebird, Destroyer, Disco D, DJ Jazzy Jeff, Kill Sadie, National Skyline, Photon Band, Large Professor, Royal Trux * = I will kill you for this