Television
Itâs mostly because of happenstance that Television got called a punk band, but while they were scene figureheads during the punk explosion in downtown Manhattan in the mid- to late â70s, the music made by the virtuosic, jam-heavy quartet is even farther from the punk genre than that of their peers Blondie and Talking Heads. Television broke up in 1978 but have reunited intermittently in the ensuing decades; this visit to Portlandâwhich, according to the internet, is their first since playing the Earth Tavern in 1978âsees guitarist Jimmy Rip (of Paul Collins and the Beat) taking Lloydâs spot. With rumors of new songs and the presence of âMarquee Moonâ all but guaranteed in the setlist, this is an unmissable event. NED LANNAMANN
9 pm, Aladdin Theater, $35, all ages
Sellwood Sunday Parkways
Say goodbye to summer with one of Portlandâs funnest events, Sunday Parkways, in which miles of neighborhood roadways are shut down for the sole use of bikes, skateboards, and pedestrians! And today, Parkways is celebrating the Sellwood/Milwaukie route, which goes by both Sellwood and Westmoreland Parks, through Milwaukie (and its increasingly cool downtown) and back again. Plus lots of fun along the way, including live music, food, mini golf, a salmon celebration, and ice cream treats! Move over carsâyouâre in the way of my ice cream!! WM. STEVEN HUMPHREY
11 am, Various Locations, click here for the route map, free, all ages
Singin' in the Rain
Itâs the 1920s in Los Angeles, and Hollywood up-and-comer Kathy Selden has come to make a name at a studio. Instead, sheâs going to have to save it. Within this sound stage high above the city, 12 terrorists have declared war. Theyâre as brilliant as they are ruthless. Now, the last thing Selden wants is to be a hero, but she doesnât have a choice. Sheâs an easy woman to like, and a hard woman to kill. Debbie Reynolds in: Singinâ in the Rain. Yippe-ki-yay, motherfuckers. ELINOR JONES
2 pm, NW Film Center at Whitsell Auditorium, $6-9, all ages
Marvel Universe Live!
If you're into seeing grown-ass adults dress up like the Avengers, Spider-Man, and Marvel villains, and watching them fight as acrobatics, explosions, and motorcycle daredevilry goes on in the background, then you should not miss the insane spectacle known as Marvel Universe Live! All others, I have nothing more to say to you. WM. STEVEN HUMPHREY
1 pm, 5 pm, Moda Center, $20-95, all ages
Vagabon, Nnamdi Ogbonnaya
Cameroon-raised and New York-based LĂŚtitia Tamko taught herself guitar using instructional DVDs and early Taylor Swift songs, but traded hopes of stardom for coding classes and a career in circuit-board engineering. But after dropping her lo-fi recordings via Bandcamp, she found herself suddenly lifted up in New Yorkâs indie rock scene, supported by a community of fellow noisemakers who recognized her talent. Tamkoâs vocals are deep, powerful, and tinged with an empathetic vulnerability, set against a shimmering background of heaving guitar swells and moments of careful dishevelment. Itâs important to note that, among Tamkoâs skilled instrumentation and evocative musicianship, she provides sorely needed representation for young Black women in a whitewashed genre not known for its multiculturalism, a fact she takes to heart. Sheâs joined by Chicago genre-bender and eccentric multi-instrumentalist Nnamdi Ogbonnaya, whose expansive recording history encompasses everything from math rock to screamo to hip-hop to funk-punk. DANIELA SERNA
9 pm, Holocene, $12-14, all ages
The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, The Courtneys, The Prids
Saying that the Pains of Being Pure at Heart is singlehandedly responsible for renewed interest in classic British shoegaze is maybe myopicâcertainly, Slumberland Records in its totality is owed some of the credit. But they were its spearhead, as evidenced by the bandâs 2009 self-titled LP, a pitch-perfect paean to the last unanimously great era of melodic guitar pop that very possibly spurred Ride, My Bloody Valentine, and Slowdive out of retirement. Any initial charges that Pains were mere flash-in-the-pan revivalists have been quashed with subsequent releases, and their latest, The Echo of Pleasure, is their best work in years. Standout tracks like âAnymoreâ and âFalling Apart So Slowâ donât just recall the genreâs most essential tracksâthey deserve a place in the pantheon alongside them. MORGAN TROPER
9 pm, Doug Fir, $17-19
Apocalyptica
The Finnish cello metal band from Helsinki return to Portland to celebrate the 20th anniversary of their debut album, Plays Metallica by Four Cellos, featuring instrumental cello-driven Metallica arrangements that helped to influence the future of the genre.
8 pm, Crystal Ballroom, $29.50-35, all ages
J. Roddy Walston & the Business
The sultry, succulent tunes of J Roddy Walston and the Business have their roots in the South, but the Baltimore outfitâs rough-and-tumble, soulful rock is nationwide. With shards of glam, some Beatlesesque sunshine, and a jagged punk spirit, itâs growly, howly, and loudâjust the way you like it. NED LANNAMANN
8 pm, Hawthorne Theatre, $20
Lemolo, The Breaking
Since 2009 Seattle's Lemolo has garnered acclaim for their icy mix of just-so piano recital songwriting, astronomical synth textures, and bandleader Meagan Grandall's languidly sleepy voice. WILLIAM KENNEDY
7:30 pm, The Secret Society, $10-12
Southpark Oyster Roast
Happy Hour gets slick at Southpark with this three-hour long celebration of the oyster, featuring roasted oysters, corn on the cob, snap pea salad, tomato salad, and cornbread, with no rsvp necessary, and no limit on how much you can pack into that tummy of yours.
3 pm, Southpark Seafood, $38
Animal Eyes, Tribe Mars
Portland psych-rock band Animal Eyes headline the latest installment of Sunday Session at Rontoms, with local neo-soul and R&B outfit Tribe Mars kicking things off.
8 pm, Rontoms, free
Alien
Once upon the '70s, before there were doll-eyed albino Michelin Men, before fanged vagina-mouth Rasta-monsters from outer space barged in for a good rassle, before all the Winona-ing and cloning and sad Muppet Baby abominations, before the AIDS allegory and the Vietnam metaphors, before the titular nasty became just a screeching bug you can run over in your car, there was Alien, a movie about tired space truckers stuck in a floating haunted house with an unknowable, unbeatable Freudian nightmare made of genitalia, teeth, and KY Jelly. It is probably the best horror movie ever made, and it screens in tribute to Harry Dean Stanton, who counts among his myriad indelible movie moments the first ever on-screen death via full-grown xenomorph. A death witnessed only by Jones the Cat, who basically got him killed and didn't do shit to stop it because cats are dicks. BOBBY ROBERTS
4:30 pm, 9:35 pm, Academy Theater, $3-4
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