The Night Before Dilla
Drummer/producer Daru Jones (Jack White, Talib Kweli, Black Milk), xylosynth player/beat maker Galaxe (Yak Attack, Ghost-Note), and an array of special guests pay tribute to the legendary Detroit-hailing producer with a special performance benefiting PDX Youth Music Education.
9 pm, Doug Fir, $10
Yacht, French Vanilla
Yacht’s relocation from Portland to Los Angeles hasn’t soured their hometown one bit. The multi-pronged art conglomerate followed up their 2015 LP I Thought the Future Would Be Cooler—the band’s first for Downtown Records—with the bouncy electro-pop of 2017’s Strawberry Moon EP. This newest offering forges the danceable production of Jona Bechtolt with Claire L. Evans’ playful pop vocals. Above all, though, it’s just fun. Yacht appears to have addressed its almost universally negatively critiqued sex-tape hoax of 2016 with “Shame,” the super-catchy manifesto of contemporary social media metaphysics that dares a generation to escape their “thingness.” Whether you can claim to have seen them play a party to, like, 15 people in someone’s basement in 2004, or whether you’d heard of them before you even moved here makes no difference to the band, probably. RYAN J. PRADO
9 pm, Mississippi Studios, $15
Cheston Knapp, Jon Raymond
The the managing editor of Tin House reads from Up Up, Down Down, a collection of linked essays that combine together as a coming-of-age story. Knapp will be joined in conversation by Jon Raymond, author of Freebird.
7:30 pm, Powell’s City of Books, free
Alltar Alltar, Wolflaut
Alltar Alltar and Wolflaut headline the latest installment of the Tonic Lounge’s “Heavy Tuesdays” series, bringing you sets from a pair of local rock/psych/sludge/metal acts, with $2 entry and $2 beers to sweeten the deal.
9 pm, Tonic Lounge, $2
B-Movie Bingo: Angel of Fury
Your monthly opportunity to literally check off a bingo card full of B-movie clichés! This month features the clock-cleaning queen of cock-knock Cynthia Rothrock, a shlock cinema force needing only the barest of plots to start a path of destruction that leaves lumpy trails of broken stuntmen in her wake. 1992’s Angel of Fury is a perfect example—the story is some flimsy shit about a group of terrorists trying to jack her for the computer she’s trying to transport. The plot is not there for you to care about. It is there to provide an excuse to send waves of sweaty idiots face- (and crotch-) first into her feet and fists. Enjoy. BOBBY ROBERTS
7:30 pm, Hollywood Theatre, $7-9
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