Qaolin strides across the dance floor and tears the microphone from Commander Bodacious’ hand. In his long black hair, flowing robes and elaborate uniform he is, beyond all doubt, the commanding presence in the basement of Bodacious Classics. He’s more commanding, even, than Commander Bodacious, who owns the bar and spins the records. Microphone in […]
Frank Bures
Fertilized By Belief
Clyde Lewis stands in the middle of the crop circle and calls upon the wisdom he has gathered over the years. “I think this is a typical agroglyph,” he says with the air of an archeologist. “It looks real.” Together with some friends, Lewis has come to investigate reports of an anomalous formation in a […]
The Dreamo of Extremo
Sitting at a chic coffee shop on Belmont, a hot cup cools in my hand. In the background, records spin obscure tunes, and I can see there is hipness here: Vintage clothes, tattoos, and ennui all around. As for me, I don’t quite fit in. The only vinyl I own is in upholstery. I hate […]
SHUT UP AND BLEED
It was the middle of my day off when the phone call came. It hit like a bomb on a beautiful afternoon: sudden and shattering. “Well,” my supervisor said nonchalantly, “I guess we don’t need you to come in for a while not until we call you.” “Oh,” I said, not knowing what else to […]
Portland’s Geek Rebellion
When the war is finished, who will rule the world? Will it be Dick Cheney? Or Tony Blair? Could Osama bin Laden take over? Or will it be roving squads of anti-terror troops? The answer, I think, is none of the above. Because in the not-too-distant future, when this war is over, the new overlords […]
Aliens, Anomalies, and Absurbity at Mt. Adams
“Hey,” yelled James Gilliland, pointing at the horizon. “There’s something hovering there, just above the mountain.” There was a flurry of excitement and several UFO watchers hurried over to look. Gilliland pointed at a small prick of light. “And it’s flashing us!” he yelled. About thirty of us were gathered at Gilliland’s “Sattva Sanctuary,” at […]
Murder, Sex and Free Food
In a quiet corner of Southeast Portland, just two blocks from a Dairy Queen–where gross materialists shovel in Blizzards and Parfaits–the Hare Krishnas are chanting. They rock back and forth, saying Krishna’s name. They are detached from material things. They are far from the world of Dilly Bars. If you were walking by the International […]
Lance-Con 2000
Under a dirty, sagging tarp, in a back yard on Belmont, 30 some old men have gathered to look at half-naked ladies. They are vintage paperback collectors and the ladies are bikini-clad Amazons and sultry-looking nymphos on the covers. Vintage paperbacks are the small, pocket-sized books published between 1938 and 1968. The steamier ones have […]
