THURSDAY 9/18

AC MONEY, MAXX BASSA, DJ BROKENWINDOW, TBK
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Do you believe in the radical possibilities of booty? If you like to jingle, baby, go 'head and jiggle that jelly tonight, as four DJs bring the Southern bump and, more importantly, the bum, with ghetto house/ghettotech/booty night. You know you wanna get out those super-short freak shorts and bust it all night long. Hey, the more bass in the music, the better the workout on the dancefloor. Stay Fit 4 Life: Go Booty. JULIANNE SHEPHERD



THE MEXICAN BLACKBIRDS, THE BUTTFRENCHERS, ELECTRIC EYE
(Twilight, 1420 SE Powell) Mind thine ears, sweet child, if you dare come dancing at this wall of sound tonight. The Electric Eye are probably the hottest ticket in town right now, and they seem to be everywhere, pushing their new album of loud, tight, danceable rock 'n' roll. A little acidy, a lot sweaty, their energy is bouncy and contagious. The Buttfrenchers will offer no greater mercy in terms of noise and rambunctiousness, although they seem to be hit and miss in a live setting. Hailing from Tacoma, The Mexican Blackbirds offer a spirited sack of down and dirty garage rock, that's more authentic than fashionable. A perfect night to burn off steam and get one of those life-affirming head buzzes. MARJORIE SKINNER



DANIEL BERNARD ROUMAIN
(Wieden & Kennedy Atrium, 224 NW 13th, TBA Fest event, 8 pm) New York violinist combines classical music with hiphop--YES!--in a performance blending violin with samples, synths, and drum machine. Is it any surprise he's performed with DJ Spooky? Is it more of a surprise he's performed with 2 Live Crew? JS



PALATINE HILL, HURRICANE LAMPS, BLUE SKIES FOR BLACK HEARTS
(Tonic, 3100 NE Sandy) We live in the Age of Dichotomy, when pairing seemingly unrelated things is all the rage; like tube socks with sweater vests for instance, or vegetarians with leather bags, or the Hurricane Lamps' new album Sing Me a Song, in which annoyingly upbeat pop music is paired with melancholy lyrics like "Caught your breath and you were gone/ didn't take too long to find a new home./ Thought you'd come back but I was wrong: some things you just don't want to know." An intriguing premise; too bad the songwriting on this album is utterly bland. JUSTIN WESCOAT SANDERS



RAINER MARIA, DENALI, DESERT CITY SOUNDTERACK
(Nocturnal, 1800 E Burnside) Denali's new album, The Instinct, is a lush collection of codeine-inspired atmospheric indie rock, centering on the drop-dead-gorgeous voice of Maura Davis. As a live band Denali is far less restrained than their precise recordings portray them to be, as they let loose with epic flair and a jaw-droppingly professional stage presence. Meanwhile Rainer Maria's pain is your gain; as the failed relationship between singer/bassist Caithlin De Marrais and guitarist Kyle Fischer led to the band writing their best material to date with Long Knives Drawn. EZRA ACE CARAEFF



CURTAINS, [[vvrrssnn]], MAHER SHALAL HASH BAZ, SUPER UNITY
(Million, 126 NE Russell) Both SF's Curtains and Japanese legendaries Maher Shalal Hash Baz access their deepest-seated, carefree cores with their playful music. On guitars and drums and organs, what sounds improvised often isn't; the tones and melodies are so pure it's hard to imagine they're actually composed. Curtains includes Chris Cohen and Greg Saunier from Deerhoof; Maher Shalal Hash Baz includes anyone who wants to join. JS



THE DECEMBERISTS CD RELEASE
(Jackpot Downtown, 6 pm, free) Though not as awesome as the super awesome Castaways and Cutouts, The Decemberists' new album Her Majesty the Decemberists is still pretty frickin' awesome. We're starting to expect that from these guys, though, so I doubt I'm telling you anything you don't already know. JWS



FRIDAY 9/19

EVAN DANDO, CONSONANT, RECALL SEVEN
(Berbati's, 231 SW Ankeny) Oh, Evan, why'd you have to go and name your new album Baby I'm Bored? It's been nearly seven years since Dando lost his sweet 'n' tart Lemonheads and has been out on his own. Coming from the heralded frontman that led an entire generation of 20-somethings into loving a "Mrs. Robinson" cover, the mellow glow of Dando's debut studio record, and the blah title with which it's christened, beg critics to hold him to it. Here's hoping he sneaks in a few upbeat oldies but goodies with the swarm of ballads that appear on Baby. Everyone who ever loved the Lemonheads knows this dude can rock if he wants to. LAUREN VIERA



GUILTY: 100S OF DISMEMBERED HANDBAGS, CRUTCHMASTER, DR. GIGGLES, DJ ROB UPTIGHT
(Holocene) See Destination Fun pg 15



BAST, SK & THE PUNKASS BITCHES, BAR FEEDERS, LOPEZ, THE TRIGGERS
(Twilight) The Twilight seems to have laid claim to all the best down and dirty rock shows in town. This one in particular is sure to leave you feeling bitch-slapped and brutalized. Bast is known for heavy, dark, monster rock, like something in your closet that scared and fascinated you as a child. SK And The Punkass Bitches are solid, meaty, "oh yeah, man"-peppered rock with an older yet perfectly spry frontman backed by a bunch of young bucks. The Barfeeders, Lopez, and The Triggers will shoot you up with so much punk rock and foul language, though, that you'll be lucky to even be able to stand up once the headliners take the stage. Jesus. MS



SATURDAY 9/20

ELECTRO*CADE 2: ELECTRO BOOGALOO STARRING ROSHI & SENORFRIO, MIRA, MATT B
(Ground Kontrol, 610 SW 12th, 9 pm, $6) Your cover charge includes free vintage arcade games; is there anything more beautiful than totally blasting some rogue aliens on Galaga to the magical sound of live and DJ'd electro? If you're really cool, you can do it Dance Dance Revolution style, and try to sync up your "hits" to the beats. But that's only for mastersÉ can you handle it? JS



MISTRESS OF REALITY, DEFLOWER, STABITHA
(Conan's, 3862 SE Hawthorne) Mistress of Reality covers early Black Sabbath and attempt to mimic the records exactly. And if that's not reason enough to see them, they all look like they should be in a teen romance movie, with perfect hair, gothy clothes and dark lipstick. I just want to see if these chicks can bang out the riffs with the proficiency of the originals, which is doubtful--yet intriguing. KATIE SHIMER



SOULXTRAVAGANZA STARRING ZAC LOVE, DJ WHITE SHEIK, DJ MILES, OBLIVIA
(Holocene) Actually, this event is not officially titled "soulxtravaganza," but it's appropriate--these DJs will spin the choicest slabs of rare funk and soul from their extensive collections. Seriously, there'll be so much groove, you might have an aneurysm. Wear a hat. JS



CIRQUE DE FETICHE
(Crystal, 1332 W Burnside) Along with the tidal wave of fetish activities and sights at this massive fetish ball (see Destination Fun pg 15 for details), there will be music that's just as kinky. Spanking Machine is electro-sleazy in a way that would leave little Peaches mewling and puking. It's inspired by and made for BDSM dungeon activities, so it's dark, tough, and hot. DJ Allen will also be there, an emissary from Torture Garden UK, which is purported to be the most intense fetish club in the world. Their compilation CDs are an eclectic dousing of house and techno, but it's all for getting good and gross on the dancefloor. Undoubtedly pretty cheesy stuff here, but recall the context. MS



LISA & HER KIN, BUCK DAGGER & THE BIG RIVER BAND: RECREATION OF JOHNNY CASH LIVE AT FOLSOM PRISON
(Duff's Garage, 1635 SE 7th) With all the Nine Inch Nails music videos, the badass persona, the Tom Petty/U2/Will Oldham covers, it's easy to forget what got the late Johnny Cash there in the first place: simple, well-written songs played perfectly. Tonight some stripped down, no-frills country acts cover Cash's most famous live performance at the Fulsome County Prison. Slide back the hat, throw back a shot, and bask in the spirit of a true immortal. JWS



TBA CLOSING PARTY W/DJ LE SPAM
(MachineWorks, 1115 NW 15th Ave, 10 pm ) Come bid farewell to the Time Based Arts Festival--one of the most important cultural events this city's seen in years--in the style it deserves: to the Miami grooves of DJ Le Spam and his Spam All Stars. Schmooze with the artists, nibble some vittles, and shake that booty all night long! JWS



SEXY CAT PARTY WITH PAUL SPARKS, GABRIEL, LEVI & LEONETTI, ALDEN, LIL'C, MESTIZO
(Ohm, 31 NW 1st) The Ohm, one Portland's dance party hubs, hosts this sexy cat party, where you're encouraged to don cat garb. Either dress like a cat or wear that lame cat sweater your grandma gave you for Christmas--but be a joiner. DJ Alden will spin mellow downtempo, while DJs Paul and Gabriel spin the up-tempo dance cuts. There's something for everyone, who likes to dance that is. Get on

www.sexykrew.com and email the DJ Krew in order to get $2 off the cover. KS



ZZ TOP, TED NUGENT
(Gorge) They may be hella old, but ZZ Top are lady's men. Babe-magnets. Just look at their videos. I think it's the beards. Babes love beards. Maybe it's the instrument-spinning tricks or all the car commercials they've sound-tracked or their cameo in Back to the Future Part Whatever. It surely ain't the music 'cuz what babe in her right mind digs ronky roadhouse rock? Wait. All babes dig ronky roadhouse rock. I forgot. How un-Patrick Swayze of me. But babes beware! Ted Nugent, the godfather of evil White men, is playing this show, and he will shoot you dead with a crossbow. Mark my words! ADAM GNADE



DEMOCRI$Y, TEAM DISQUALIFIED, XAXIS WYE
(Jasmine Tree, 401 SW Harrison) Democri$y is a four-piece, experimental noise ensemble from LA and, as you may be able to tell by the $ in their name, they have an express MO of questioning political imperialism. They also probe the outer reaches of sound, using electronics to create giant swathes of hard noize with political imagery. JS



THE GLASSPACK, PARTY TIME, NIGEL PEPPER COCK, WADSWORTH
(Twilight) The Glasspack bring some dirty-ass rock from

Louisville, KY, with enough fuzz to hang with stoner bands, but enough rowdy energy for punks, and just enough butt-boogie to fulfill their Southernish origins. Party Time treads the same beer-soaked ground, except hold the Southernish and add extra mayhem. Drunken good times! Along with all this '70s-arena-rock-flavored punk, you've got the ruthlessly precise machinations of Wadsworth. Holy shit, it's instrumental, it's metal, it's instru-metal, and it'll make you go instru-mental. ROLAND COUTURE See Music pg 19



SUNDAY 9/21

DICK DALE, DEAD MOON
(Crystal) I'd planned to write this in a "reverb" font... but, as I'da needed to INVENT said font, I figger it'll be easier for YOU to read this aloud while moving your index finger quickly up and down between your lips to get the desired "reverb" effect. Okay. Ready with the finger. Finger between the lips. Now...REVERB! Dick Dale... the King of the Surf Guitar. Yeah, he owns the title, since he, with help from Fender, fucking INVENTED the surf guitar SOUND and, somewhat, the surf style... in fact, in terms of "firsts" he may be as important or influential as the Wailers and the Beatles. Now, with that said, and your fingers still working your lips, RIGHT, you TOO can be Dick Dale... hava, naglia hava, naglia hava, naglia hava... MIKE NIPPER



HELLO VIDEO! STARRING DJ SAFI, DJ SATELLITE JOCKEY, INVISIBLE
(Holocene) See MWBW pg 17



MONDAY 9/22

CALEXICO, THE FRAMES
(Aladdin) Everyone knows how wonderfully talented Calexico is, but I wanted to put in a word for the openers. The Frames remind me of an older Bright Eyes--same kind of lyrics and style, but less angst and more crescendo. The EP Fake is full of frustration, but pulls back almost poetically before snarling it all up again, then throws in a beautiful weeper at the end. KATHLEEN WILSON



DRAG THE RIVER, LUCERO
(Ash Street) Tennessee's Lucero at first sounds like another Son Volt-inspired, sloggy alt-country band. But as their new album That Much Further West progresses, it becomes apparent there's something a little different about these guys. They incorporate dramatic, almost metal-y riffs into the twangy mix, as well as odd instrument choices like organs. And Ben Nichols' vocals, though inflecting the appropriate drawl, also have a rock 'n' roll kinda John Fogerty rasp that livens things up quite a bit. Unlike Jay Farrar and co., these guys may actually put on an interesting live show. JWS



SUMMER AT SHATTER CREEK, MODERNSTATE
(Holocene) Craig Gurwich, the lone songwriter who comprises Los Angeles' Summer at Shatter Creek, paints in thin strokes his narrowed impressions of the last 40 years or so of pop song craft, churning out visions of subdued simplicity that marry a lot of the tip-of-the-iceberg historical pop figures (Wilson, McCartney, Argent) with a straightforward indie-pop sensibility. Despite what is so often a formula for mediocrity, Gurwich's pop (as witnessed on his most recent, self-titled effort on Absolutely Kosher Records) is full of transcendent moments--the best of which nearly aligns itself with the subtle brilliance of a master songsman like Joe Pernice. EDITH WONG



THE LONG WINTERS, CENTROMATIC, CHEZ STADIUM
(Tonic) Centro-matic, a Denton, Texas combo, specializes in heart-on-the-sleeve sentimentalism and sprawling, country-tinged sadness. Prolific singer/songwriter Will Johnson croons about nothing much in particular on the band's recent record, Love You Just the Same (Misra), his rough croon sliding over tinkling pianos and nebulous guitar. The rumor is that Centro-matic put on a consistently fantastic live show, and that Johnson is a compelling stage presence. TIZZY ASHER



HARRIS, AT THE SPINE, PATCHAN WALLOPER
(Twilight) Mike Toschi is a technical virtuoso of sorts, playing all of the instruments except drums on At the Spine's latest record, The Curriculum is Never Neutral (including guitar, bass, organ, and singing). Playing live with a bassist and drummer, At the Spine's shows are legendary, blending their wandering-heart folk and rock jams into a sweaty live performance. It's not too folky, though, so don't be scared. KS



TUESDAY 9/23

GEORGE CLINTON AND PARLIAMENT FUNKADELIC
(Crystal) If you've "got the funk," you're totally there, because this is like the mother funk ship. Or maybe you think you might or feel like you should "get the funk." In that case, be forewarned that Clinton's shows are notoriously, mercilessly long, and if you discover that "hmm, actually funk is not something I'm super into," you're screwed and subjected to a funkadelic death march. So now, do you really got the funk? MS



ROONEY, THE SOUNDS, PALO ALTO
(Meow Meow) Smack-dab in the middle of an '80s "retro-lution," I saw Swedish band the Sounds perform on Last Call with Carson Daly and thought to myself, "That's a band who's doing it right." If the Sounds had been around when I was into Blondie, I'd have been crazy for them, too. KATHLEEN WILSON



WEDNESDAY 9/24

RATATAT, E*ROCK, BOBBY BIRDMAN
(Holocene) See Ratatat in an intimate setting before they open for Interpol at the Crystal next week. See Music pg 19



BIBLE OF THE DEVIL, GODDAMN GENTLEMEN, THE MINDS
(Ash Street) Everything about Bible of the Devil screams evil. Obnoxious two-guitar trash-thrash? Check. Profanity-laced song titles? Uh-huh. An acronym (BOD) that inspires lusty thoughts, leading anyone who even glimpses at the band's name and unwittingly abbreviates it down the road to sweaty sexual depravity? Damn right. With its screechy vocals and squealy solos, BOD's tunes recall early M-tley Crüe, but these authentic-looking dirtballs would probably have little trouble out-sleazing those cosmetics-caked pretty boys. ANDREW MILLER



MICHAEL FRANTI & SPEARHEAD, BEN TAYLOR BAND
(Crystal) Dear Michael, I saw you do spoken word a few years ago and it was weeeak. I'm sorry but you played yerself like a damn new-ager. One piece I liked, though, was that thing where you repeated "Red beans and rice! Red beans and rice! I could eat a plate twice!" But then, weeks later, a friend played Home in my car, and the red beans thing was just lyrics to one of your songs. Argh! Lazy poet! Rehasher! It's okay, though, I'm a big fan of earthy, conscious hiphop and you've definitely had your moments of integrity-laden greatness. ADAM GNADE