THURSDAY 2/22
ELYSE WEINBERG, THE PLACES, HUTCH HARRIS
(Medicine Hat) Not to get “Sanka” commercial on yo’ ass, but I will now substitute
an Up & Coming for a real life conversation with my friend Sara regarding The
Places.
S: “Who is this?” (The Places’ new CD, The Autopilot Knows You Best, is playing in the background)
J: “This is The Places.”
S: “Wait, they’re not from [Portland] are they?”
J: “Yeah, this is Amy Annelle’s thing.”
S: “Wow, she’s like, so good.”
J: “Yeah, no shit!”
Well, that’s that! Our listeners are pleasantly surprised! Another Portland group in this town’s never-ending pool of the best damn bands in America. JOE FAUSTIN KELLY See My, What a Busy Week! pg 11
SAUVIE ISLAND MOON ROCKET FACTORY CD RELEASE, THANKSGIVING
(Meow Meow) This is the celebration of the prolific Sauvie Island’s first CD,
which is actually an ambitious 3-CD box set (and the third release from Red76
Records). Also, it’s the Meow Meow debut of Adrian Orange’s new band, Thanksgiving.
As one (unsigned) piece of hate mail so passionately reminds me: [paraphrased
gist of letter] “Adrian Orange is not a hipster, but a very nice, quirky, and
intelligent whole person who sometimes uses lots of distortion and electronics
in his performances–and also, you fucking suck.” Hee! However, when I’ve seen
him play (unplugged, sans electronics), his voice scratches like a skipping
Victrola, and his discordant acoustic guitar channels unmistakable angst with
admirable honesty. Pretty awesome from this 14-year-old. JULIANNE SHEPHERD
See CD Review pg 13
THE LAZY COWGIRLS, INVISIBLE MEN, THE VALENTINE KILLERS
(Satyricon) This is NOT a cute band alert; the Lazy Cowgirls from the great
state of Indiana are old, bald, sweaty, and about as charming as a sack full
of rattlesnakes. They have been stomping around for about 16 years in the same
booze-fueled rage and they are absolutely indifferent to the whims of fame and
fashion. Their specialty is dishing up howling loud rock anthems like “Goddamn
Bottle” and “Can’t You Do Anything Right,” and on any given night they will
send you home crying for mother like a schoolyard sissy. These are bad hombres,
and you should proceed with caution. And for Pete’s sake, avoid eye contact!
The Invisible Men are a surly bunch of bandage-headed thugs who crank out a
spirited assortment of surfy-garage trash while decked out in matching smoking
jackets. The line starts behind me. JOHN CHANDLER
FRIDAY 2/23
THARA MEMORY PRESENTS THE HISTORY OF BLACK MUSIC IN AMERICA
(Jimmy Mak’s) When I was in the fifth grade, my friend Ayodele had a t-shirt
printed with the slogan “Before there was history, there was black history.”
When Thara Memory was in the fifth grade, he was already a trumpet virtuoso,
and later became the best fifth-grade bandleader ever! Besides being witness
to this illustrious achievement, our city has seen Memory through 30 years of
his artistic evolution, which has encompassed everything from jazz, to classical,
to operatic composition. Now, Thara and The Superband undertake a major collaboration
with the likes of Nancy King, Margaret Linn, the Bobby Torres ensemble, and
a 12-piece string section. The performance will wander through variations of
African music combined with a verbal context, thereby convincing us once and
for all that before there was history, there was black history. MADELINE ffITCH
BASTINADO, WOKE UP FALLING, TRANSMARINE, JENNI ALPERT
(Medicine Hat) Bastinado is like of one of those Celtic design coloring books–you know, the ones they make for adults, with opaque paper so you can hang your creation in the window like stained glass? It’s because each of their songs starts out with a quiet or catchy line–from bass, drums, or guitar–and then forms itself into an intricate structure, with points and curves and wavy tentacles. This is a very loud Celtic design, by the way, not one of those quiet, wussy, shined-to-perfection ones. It’s the kind that belongs on coats-of-arms in blood-bathed battles. And for all their ear-blasting subtleties, Bastinado hardly misses a note. JS
DEAD MOON, TIGHT BROS FROM WAY BACK WHEN, THE NEED, SERUM GREYS
(Pine Street) I bet if you polled the disenfranchised 11th-graders at Grant
High School, maybe one or two of them have heard of Dead Moon, but most of them
have probably heard of The Need. So, aside from what De’ Moon have done for
music in the past, I would encourage you all to pay attention to The Need, right
now. They are currently one of the most important bands in the world, making
better and more interesting music with their powerful thought-metal in their
five-year existence than most bands do in a lifetime. And now–holy fuck!–they
have an official third member: THE RADDEST MAN ON EARTH, JOE PRESTON (aka, The
Thrones). Can someone say “über-group”? Can someone say, “Every other rock/metal/hardcore/new
wave band has just become obsolete and/or very, very weak-looking?” Thank you.
JS
SATURDAY 2/24
THE SWORDS PROJECT, KINGSBURY MANX, CARISSA’S WIERD
(Medicine Hat) If nobody has yet paid a visit to your cave and clued you into
the fact that the Swords are damn good, you haven’t an excuse left. They are
on an instrumental mission to put every last Godspeed, Mogwai, and Trail of
Dead head to rest. These seasoned vets definitely did not have any conscious
intention of drawing from this genre, but hey, people want an easy description.
And if you haven’t heard those bands, screw ’em. We have the Swords. And they’re
sporting two God-Freakin’ Drummers! From what I understand, Kingsbury Manx’
music doesn’t fit too easily on the fantastic Thrill Jockey records, but are
accomplished musicians as well. And Carissa’s Wierd? Well, unless you get to
the show early, my child, you might not only miss Carissa’s heartbreaking and
delicate beauty (with tattoos to boot), but you may not even get in the door!
Run! JFK
THE MICROPHONES, WOLF COLONEL, BASAI
(Meow Meow) Say what you want about some of the recent K Records roster, and
I’ll probably agree with you, but The Microphones and Wolf Colonel are exceptions
rather than rule. Eschewing stereotypical Olympian party antics or bizarre high-water
infantilism, these musicians are unique, thoughtful, and sometimes profound.
The Microphones are a dichotomy of dark and light, both abrasive and as listenable
as candy. Portland’s Wolf Colonel (Jason Anderson) is often misunderstood like
Andy Kaufman, and to be sure, his live performance is more enjoyable than his
albums. The best part is watching him creep out the youthful, pink-sweatered
K fanatics as he strums and sings about dragons, then launches into 20-minute
speeches about oppressed Chileans. Is he mischievous? Is he serious? No one
knows. He’ll either get under your skin or make you laugh your ass off. JS
2 LIVE CREW, KENNY MACK, WET T-SHIRT CONTEST HOSTED BY DJ CHILL
(Pine Street) Check it out! The 2 Live Crew are having a wet misogynist
contest, where Luther Campbell and friends will be dousing water on all the
misogynists in the crowd. The audience then gets to vote on whom is the most
misogynist. Finalists will receive glamorous prizes, which include: 3RD PLACE:
an issue of Ms. Magazine, autographed by Rebecca Walker; 2ND PLACE: Every
book ever written by Naomi Wolf; and GRAND PRIZE: A romantic weekend getaway…
to fabulous Northampton, Massachusetts… with none other than rough-and-tumble,
sexy lesbian theorist Camille Paglia! It will be so cool, that no one will even
give a flying fuck if 2 Live Crew raps or not! JS
KIRBY GRIPS, DEATH RAY, THE JOLENES, CHRISTINE DARLING
(Tonic Lounge) As far as girly pop bands go, SF’s Kirby Grips are a hard-working, engaging trio who’ve toured relentlessly and improved a great deal since their fumbling, what-chord-is-this early days. They’ve managed to get their song “Mod Boy” significant airplay on the “Rodney on the ROQ” show and landed a contract with Sympathy for the Record Industry. But you know what’s really cool? Singer/guitarist China Tamblyn is the daughter of actor Russ Tamblyn. What? Who’s Russ Tamblyn? Try Twin Peaks, West Side Story, The Haunting, Satan’s Sadists, Cabin Boy… Death Ray is a frenetic Cali-pop band that includes some guy who used to be in Cake. (Where are they now?) Locals The Jolenes address themselves admirably to non-hokey country culture while solo singin’ Christine Darling remains perhaps the sassiest lass in town. JC
SUNDAY 2/25
The Portland Mercury‘s first-ever CD release parties are coming Thurs
March 1 and Sun March 4. You should spend today mentally resting, because they’re
going to blow your freakin’ mind. Bands playing include Last of the Juanitas,
The Prids, Heart Beats Red, Pan Tourismos, Dino, Made for TV Movie, 31 Knots,
The Intima, The Operacycle, and Steve Kramp, and both shows are ABSOLUTELY FREE!
(More info in next week’s Mercury.)
MONDAY 2/26
THE MISS, WOKE UP FALLING, ANDI CAMP
(Lola’s at the Crystal) Who are these bands? Well, my friends, I do not know;
I haven’t seen them yet. But they are local, and this show is free, and as a
strong advocate of all New Band Nights, I beseech you to attend. See, the general
rule is that, at all free shows, there will be at least one really good band.
Granted the chances that the other two fucking blow are very great, but hey!
It’s free! So let’s all go, and maybe we’ll get lucky–maybe all three bands
will be awesome! Oh, life; so full of exciting gambles. JS
TUESDAY 2/27
WESLEY WILLIS, COUNTRY TEASERS, CHUCK VENN
(Meow Meow) Wesley Willis, Chicago’s favorite 300-something pound, formerly
homeless, schizophrenic, head-butting, lo-fi troubadour has a catalog of more
than 400 songs and has recorded at least 20 albums in less than a decade. Impressive,
even after you take into consideration that about 390 of those are more or less
the same song with different lyrics about various celebrities. You’ll have to
judge for yourself whether exploiting Willis’ “talents” is sick and twisted
or a great example of taking life’s lemons and making lemonade–but there’s
no doubt, in watching the giant, childlike grin on his face when he performs,
that Willis having a grand time. Rock over London! Rock on Chicago! Rock on,
Wesley. BARBARA MITCHELL
TONE LOC
(Lotus)”Wild Thing” Doin’ a little show at the local discotheque/ This fine
young chick was on my jack so I say what the heck/ She want to come on stage
and do her little dance/ So I said chill for now but maybe later you’ll get
your chance/ So when the show was finished I took her around the way/ And what
do you know she was good to go without a word to say/ We was all alone and she
said “Tone let me tell you one thing/ I need $50 to make you holler/ I get paid
to do the wild thing.” 1989 Tone Loc and BMG Music
WEDNESDAY 2/28
IMPROVISED MUSIC WORKSHOP STARRING TRAVIS MCALISTER, JOHN CROUSBAUER, PEYTO
YELLIN, MOME RATHS
(It’s a Beautiful Pizza) Organized by Jean-Paul Jenkins (JaJa) and Bryan Eubanks
(Beds), this bi-weekly workshop is a little treat for Portland’s growing community
of Out and Improvised music. As someone once said in a movie, “The only rule:
There are no rules.” Just the tapping of whatever on-the-spot creativity you
got in there (hopefully accompanied by considerable musical prowess, of course…
and the good thing about Portland’s dedicated improv scene is that many of them
are talented). Tonight’s ad hoc group includes Travis McAlister on trombone
and reed instruments, John Crosbauer on guitar, and Peyto Yellin doing some
CD mixing and other electronic sprinklings. Mome Raths consists of bass, some
vocals, electronics, homemade instruments, flute, and more, including “prepared
percussion,” which means “drum machine,” maybe? As John Zorn once said (and
I’m pretty sure about this one), this isn’t jazz music, this is improv. JS
BRIGHT EYES, CROOKED FINGERS, AZURE RAY
(Meow Meow) On his latest release, Bring on the Snakes, former Archers
of Loaf frontman Eric Bachmann wallows in alcoholic misery to lovely effect.
The female-fronted Azure Ray steps lightly and beautifully through elements
of folk and country, and headliner Bright Eyes’ Conor Oberst calls them a favorite.
Bachmann plays swoony lap steel on Azure Ray’s self-titled debut, so expect
to see him sitting in during their set. KATHLEEN WILSON
See Music pg 13
BOYCRAZY, BLANKET MUSIC, DOUG SHEPHERD
(Lola’s) See Music pg 13
DJ DMP, THE CHOSEN, THE CUF
(Tonic) “Quit actin like a smiatch” is one of The CUF’s many “philosophies
to live by,” as is “Me and you are basically the same, except you suck, and
I don’t.” They’re a Sacramento-based group that not only has sweet tracks of
passion-driven hip hop, but they also, obviously, have a sense of humor about
it; their latest single is called Cuf Daddy, not to mention their last
albums, Cufilation and Cufbaby. But really, their humor
is all up front. Couched in their accessible appearance is a sincere commitment
to music and hip hop. They’re part of a bigger network of groups that are committed
to self-releasing and self-creating, despite any label offers they’ve had over
the years. In a recent interview, they cited their musical influences as being
all over the board; it’s reflected in their music for sure, as their vocal-driven
hip hop echoes both hardcore and R&B at times. It’s totally unique, and totally
hot. KATIA DUNN
GOING TO SEATTLE?
Thurs 2/22: Mark Eitzel (EMP); The Need, S, Exbestfriends (Graceland);
Brian Berg (EMP);
Fri 2/23: Carissa’s Wierd, Kinsbury Manx, Swords Project (Crocodile);
NomeansNo, Removal, Automaton (Graceland); Sean Lennon, Carrie Akre, Damien
Jurado, Timo Ellis (EMP); Berlin (Ballard Firehouse)
Sun 2/25: Seattle Chambers Players & John Zorn (Benaroya Hall); Deathray
(Crocodile)
Tues 2/27: Bright Eyes, Crooked Fingers, Azure Ray, Suffering
& The Hideous Thieves (Paradox);
For more info, visit www.thestranger.com