I grew up in Portland, was there for the music and movements. They're all gone. I was just back for a death in the family. The boutique hotel run by children with with expensive tattoos tried so hard to explain the importance of every curated aspect of the 'experience,' but could not produce a god-damned cup of coffee in the morning. I wasn't 'super excited,' as all you tired clichés were constantly saying when I was there.