I would have given this performance a full five stars if it weren't for the fact that Mr. Waterhouse decided to perform drunk last night. Many times I could tell his amazing band was getting tired of his long drawn out "jam" sessions. They were looking at him as if to ask "what are you doing?" The band again was top notch, a great ensemble of musicians. N.W. was pretty good, considering he looked like he was about to fall over.
Small. The doubletree setting really takes away from the event. It seemed out of place.I didnt stay for any lectures just browsed.
cold stumptown bottled coffee is the bomb
The Symphony and Chorus were terrific as were the duets and soloists. The 9th Symphony was inspiring and beautiful.
The Von Trapps were more of sensational component than able bodied singers.
The program seriously bogged down when Thomas Lauderdale spoke. He really is a poor MC in his cadence, hesitations and comments. Has anyone ever dared to encouraged him to get some vocal training? The show also dragged with Gus Van Sant muddling through Moon River and the twin governors painful croaking as they try to read the new lyrics to This State Is My State. They demolished Woody Gutherie. They could at least show some respect and memorize the words and rehearse it. Forget the first half of the program, really. Kinda hyped up with some mostly forgettable moments.
First of all, Mazzy Star the band gets 5 stars. Always.
This show, however - they're just starting their tour, so there were some issues. Okay. They started at 10:45pm on a Sunday, less okay.
But for real fans of Hope Sandoval, the suspension of disbelief was ruined by the boyfriends of the hordes and gaggles of tanned, manicured 36-year-olds who came in from the suburbs to hear the one song that ever charted. Drunken loud aggro assholes EVERYWHERE - at a Mazzy Star show.
I hope future shows on the tour are less polluted with pod people ruining it for everyone.
Also, the Crystal sucks rocks.
Who remembers the pie eating scene from Stand by Me?
The opening act, Holy Other, had the most annoying lights (shining straight in the audience eyes). I recommend that everyone bring a flashlight and return the favor every time those }#%*# lights come on...
Eric and the group gets a 5 but the sound was way too much for the Aladdin. I really don't mind the vibrating in my chest but when the sound levels are so high it often blocks out the individual notes. I see the fingers flying over the frets, but the sound was so loud the artistry is lost. Yes, I wore earplugs and my ears are still ringing today. The best parts of the show were the short acoustic set and the drum solo. If the sound had been about half what it was it would probably have been a 5 all around.
TxE were great. They had awesome energy, worked with the crowd, were clearly having a good time. Their lyrics were a nice blend of party-rocking and consciousness-raising. They showed some lyrical deftness on the mic, and had varied beats that were layered and complex.
Luck-One is a totally different story; his show lasted about 15 minutes before he kinda-sorta stormed out of the venue and kinda-sorta was thrown out by bar staff. I have nothing but respect and admiration for his politics and his musical skills. Something was wrong at this show from the beginning. He was challenging the audience continually in between songs; often by speaking passionately about white privilege, gentrification, and systemic racism (e.g., the recent killing of Trayvon Martin). His rage was authentic. Yet, at other times, he would simply say: "Fuck all of you. If you don't like it, fucking leave." Repeatedly. Were you angry about playing a McMenamin's with a mostly-white crowd? Were you simply pissed that the sound was terrible, and kept dropping out on you? Were people in the front talking shit? I don't really know.
I'm not anyone to judge how anyone resists his or her oppression; I felt where you were coming from and respect your voice. But, if you're trying to build...as you said, help us "realize our own power" so that we can actually do something about racism, capitalism etc. then stick it out and work with us. Not all of us were there to see Shadows on Stars.
Some of us were there because we believe it's bigger than hip hop.
Rise of a genius.
I would like to see a movie made from the book entitled
My Son, My Sorrow: The Tragic Tale of Dr. Kevorkian's Youngest Patient
I went to the show Friday night. It is a lot of fun, but . . . well, more positive first. The cast all bring plenty of energy, and there are moments of greatness. But . . . the sound system wasn't up to the levels that were being pumped through it. At times it sounded like a small a.m. radio turned up to full volume and held close to the ear. The music doesn't sound good like that, and some dialogue was impossible to understand. And as long as I am complaining, there were some children in the audience. Now, parts of the show are not suitable for children. I don't think it will hurt them, but watching explicitly sexual dancing, while a bored ten year old fidgets two feet away, is a bit uncomfortable for me. So. I recommend the show to anyone who liked the movie and/or likes Abba music, but be aware that you won't be hearing the music at its best.
queens of the stone age only played one hour and half come on boys i know the tickets were cheap but come on...2hours is just about right..... and the Roseland looks nice and all but they need a better sound system come on .. and the headliner band was very bad...
I heard the violinist is a Warlock!
I am glad that Gulf is trying to scroll the new scams to develop their economy. Seafood is one of the best foods in the world and Dubai almost has vast sea and hotels. In short sea food product is a splendid idea to introduce to the foreigners.
It could have been amazing. If I had dressed properly, brought a tall chair, and the screen was bigger. The first problems would have been managable. I had a nice blanket and an ok seat when the guy with the big head was at just the right angle. The biggest problem was the smallest screen. Picture the movie projector screen from middle school. That's about it. Maybe a touch bigger. I went to a movie in the park and they had this amazing inflatible screen. Huge and more than adaquate, and those movies were free. Bottom line is GET THERE EARLY, dress in layers, and bring your tall campfire chairs (the ones with cup holders). Finally, the sound was pretty good, but I couldn't hear one word of the introduction from the PA. The movie I saw had an orchestra. It was lovely. I want to do it again, but do it right. Plus I felt, the movie was over sold and a lot of people were basically resigned to stand in the oddest spots to find a reasonable view, which lead to a mass exodus at about 20 minutes into the movie. What a waste of $8, with the money raised from ticket sales and concessions, I believe that the investment of an adequate screen is not too much to ask.
I am going to attend every single one of these events that I can. This is the craziest fun in Portland---- stop standing around looking cool and GOLF YOUR ASSES OFF.
Bring the heat, ride the lightening, heckling, goofing and mayhem!
This was an email I sent to my friends this morning. Please excuse my being so partial to Jim James.
There was some yawning last evening, but there was some serious folking out as well. I told Brian that I'd give the performance a C+. I suspect if one were big Jim James, M. Ward, & Conor Oberst fans they would give the show an A, and although Conor Oberst intrigues me, I'm not familiar w/ his catalog. I'd like to note that I definitely dug his dark poetic lyrics, so much so that I plan on familiarizing myself w/ said catalog. M. Ward was reliably mundane, which sounds bad, but in and of itself lay a successful performance. He produced for his hometown, his fans, and his family -- which I'm pretty sure included his parents, or Aunt & Uncle, or perhaps some proud distant English teacher from his past, in the seats directly in front of us. This in a way may have relieved Brian, who at one point commented that he was the oldest person in the hipster crowd. Don't get me wrong it was young crowd, but my honey had a lot of peers there. The only issue I had w/ the hipster crowd was the fact that I completely blended in. haha. I take that back, I did not completely blend in w/ the 3/4 full house of hipsters, because I was w/ my boyfriend, and despite his discomfort I was not afraid to show everyone that he indeed was my boyfriend. Sorry Brian.
I woke up this morning and changed my grade to a B-. I thought about Jim James performing Golden, Smoking from Shooting, At Dawn, and the MOF tune's Dear G-d & one of the encores His Master's Voice, and that really tipped the scale for me. The Philosophy & Theology major in me really digs those last two tunes. The only real complaint, outside of not associating w/ all the tunes, was that the disparity of the performers made the 2.5 hour show seem extremely long. They did not go on right at 8:00 as anticipated, but were on stage by 8:30 and played until 11:00. I was ready to dub these folks the Indi version of the Traveling Wilburys prior to the show, but they will need a lot more songs like Dear G-d in their catalog to be worthy of such correlation. Overall, it was individual performances, w/ the backing of musical peers, opposed to some Monster Collective, or Monster Sound. I'd love for them to develop their own sound, but I suspect they won't -- which is fine w/ me as it will allow Jim James to return to My Morning Jacket where he so clearly belongs.
I enjoyed myself, I enjoyed my company, and I'm really glad we went. Our seats were perfect, center isle 14 rows from the stage, great for sound and visuals. Would I rush to see them in a year from now? Probably not, unless the ticket price dropped, or I found myself longing for the oracular nature of Mr. Jim James, aka Yim Yames!
Peace & Monsters,
A rocky production that tries hard. Most performers can't both dance and sing. It shows what a tough show this is to do at a community theatre level- even the star, Cassie: who "dances too well for the line" can't dance a a high enough level for a solo. Some of the songs are great and the finale still pops.
Reality tv shows have sapped some of the freshness of the story- a bunch of actor/dancers tell their stories of trying to make their dreams come true.
We need community theatre in Portland and if that's what Stumptown has become, that's great. Maybe lower the ticket prices to the $10-$12 range.
This is a much different company that the last time I saw them: putting on a decent Reefer Madness and a terrific Urinetown, but still use the 2 for 1 in Chinook book and enjoy the performers working and enjoying performing.
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