As we rapidly slide towards Depression II: Economic Boogaloo, it’s time we place a soundtrack to this financial crisis we’re in. Since we’ll all be selling apples (or pencils) when everything crashes (next week, probably), we might as well set this whole thing to music. John Avlon at Politico has an excellent article on this […]
Ezra Ace Caraeff
Ezra Ace Caraeff is the former Music Editor for the Mercury, and spent nearly a third of his life working at the paper. More importantly, he is the owner of Olive, the Mercury’s unofficial office dog. His writing has appeared in The Fader, The Stranger, The Onion's A.V. Club, ESPN's TrueHoop network, and countless fanzines that are thankfully long out of print. He makes a mean tofu scramble and yes, Ace is really his middle name.
The Decemberists Sing a Song for “Valerie Plame”
Local top-of-the-heap popsters the Decemberists are here to tell you that winter is rapidly approaching and now is a great time to contact your local Chimbley Sweep the tale of Valerie Plame. The outed spy who was at the heart of the “weapons of mass destruction” debacle–the one that introduced the world to Scooter Libby […]
The New Janelle Monae Video is Redonkulous
After singing her praises in our current issue, there wasn’t much Janelle Monae needed to do in order to capture my devotion any more than she already had. But, oh no, the sci-fi R&B superstar in the making, had to drop this insane video for “Many Moons.” The big budget video (you can thank the […]
POH-HOP 10 Announces Lineup
Celebrating a landmark year, the Portland Oregon Hip-Hop Festival (that’s POH-HOP to you, me, and all the emcees) has just announced their lineup for this year’s festivities. Year number 10 of the local festival features a wide range of performers, from battle rap champ Illmaculate, to the grinding flow of Oakland’s Mistah FAB. The shows […]
This Week’s Mercury Music Section
Another week, another Mercury music section to read while you prepare your jet pack. It’s about damn time. Now where’s my hoverboard? Janelle Monae is just your average Outkast-approved, Prince-endorsed, sci-fi obsessed, cyborg love story writing, pop star. Yup, there just aren’t any musicians doing anything new these days. LISTEN:<param name="FlashVars" value="autostart=no&bg=0xCCCCCC&leftbg=0x0056A5&lefticon=0xFFFFFF&rightbg=0x0056A5& ‘rightbghover=0xE87217&righticon=0xEEEEEE&righticonhover=0xffffff&text=0x666666&slider=0x666666& ‘track=0xFFFFFF&border=0x666666&loader=0x6CB112&soundFile=http://www.portlandmercury.com/images/blogimages/2008/09/25/1222353873_0925-jm.mp3″ /> […]
The Heart Is a Mediator
The future is Janelle Monáe.
Win Tickets to Laura Marling and Calexico!
Like a desperate kid trying to buy some friends, End Hits is giving away more concert tickets. This time around we want to send you to hear the sweet sounds of Calexico, and we’re also parting with a few pair of tickets to witness UK singer-songwriting wunderkind, Laura Marling. Good luck.
¡Hola Rudy!
Rudy Fernandez–the chiseled-jawed future of the Blazers (like Greg Oden, en espanol)–got introduced to the giddy Portland media this afternoon. Fresh off the plane, where a large crowd greeted him at PDX, and with his mom in the front row, Fernandez was a little shell-shocked at first, but opened up a bit as the media […]
This Week’s Mercury Music Section
Another week, another Mercury music section. And in honor of my favorite television show on the planet returning for a new season tonight, please enjoy this audio clip of the saga of “Dayman Fighter Of The Nightman.” I could huff paint and listen to this all day long.LISTEN:<param name="FlashVars" value="autostart=no&bg=0xCCCCCC&leftbg=0x0056A5&lefticon=0xFFFFFF&rightbg=0x0056A5& ‘rightbghover=0xE87217&righticon=0xEEEEEE&righticonhover=0xffffff&text=0x666666&slider=0x666666& ‘track=0xFFFFFF&border=0x666666&loader=0x6CB112&soundFile=http://www.portlandmercury.com/images/blogimages/2008/09/18/1221757958_0918-dm.mp3″ /> Electric Dream […]
Art Is Hard
Talkdemonic makes the music. You do the rest.
The New What’s Next
Starfucker rises to the top (without fucking their way there).
