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September 28, 2010 01:57 PM

Here's a video from the Washington Post of local Congressman Peter DeFazio unsuccessfully trying to track down who's funding TV ads against him:

The Post story quotes DeFazio:

"Is this a corporation? Is it one very wealthy, right-wing individual? Is it a foreign interest? Is it a drug gang?" DeFazio said. "We don't know."

September 23, 2010 01:28 PM

Yes, MFNW continued! And continued to be great! And then I got sick and had Chow to finish and ... and ... and ...

And suddenly it's September Twenty-freaking-third and I'd have to do some serious brain-wracking to figure out how we got this far into the month, but ANYWAY, let's just relive the magic of MFNW just a little bit longer, and then I'll shut up about it until next year.

(Saturday's Late Start Due to Food was courtesy of the incredible breakfast at Screen Door, which, for the record, lived up to the hype. I love it when that happens.)

So, thanks to the magic that can happen when you complain about stuff on Twitter, I got my MFNW on a little early on Saturday — starting at noonish at the OPB Music day party at Mississippi Studios. I gotta be honest: This thing kind of made me feel like a rock star. You walk in and there's an espresso cart. Voodoo Doughnut detritus is everywhere. At the bar on the venue side, a guy in a House Spirits shirt is making an endless stream of aquavit bloody Marys and delicious Salt & Peppers. He sets them on the bar. You walk up and take them. Magic. The fact that you're doing this while waiting for some of the most charming of Portland bands to play makes everything just fucking golden.

I missed most of And And And's set, but what I saw — madcap, multi-member, dancing-in-the-crowd, excitable child of indie and drinking rock tunes — was enough that I made a note to go see them later at Backspace. I saw a little more Typhoon, packed in as tightly as the audience at the bar's outdoor patio, and then claimed a great spot in the balcony for Tu Fawning, who just get better and better and better. My showgoing company explained them to someone by saying, "Sometimes they sound like Portishead — but they actually sound like Portishead, unlike all the other bands that people say sound like Portishead."

But they only sometimes sound like Portishead. The band's four members all constantly switch instruments; Corrina Repp and Joe Haege (who I never tire of pointing out is also in the excellent 31 Knots, assuming they still exist) swap lead vocals as elaborate percussion, an extraordinarily long trumpet, delicate keys and more layer into their atmospheric songs, which sometimes are for a little bit of dancing and more often are for swaying hypnotically in time.

We wandered in and out of the Mississippi main room and the back patio of the attached Bar Bar, watching Portland rock royalty stand around and running into former Eugenean Peter Dean, once of the Fast Computers, who now has a handful of projects and had a summer gig doing sound effects for the totally entertaining Trek in the Park.

Then it was time for The Thermals. Again. Still awesome. Wunderkind drummer Westin Glass had a giant green crystal around his neck; was it for mystical purposes, or is he secretly the Green Lantern? Singer/guitarist Hutch Harris was none too pleased with the monitor sound at the show’s start — “Could you make it not sound like shit up here?” he hollered after the first song — but by the end, even he had broken into a smile. The room had been loosely full up until the Thermals set, but everyone in the place seemed to pack in for the party’s grand finale. A couple of people in the front rows even started dancing. A little. The set was too short, mostly new songs plus “Pillar of Salt” and “No Culture Icons” — and from where I was standing upstairs I could see they cut two songs as the show went on — but it was transporting nonetheless. Kathy Foster bobs on her toes and smiles her enigmatic smile; Harris brings a focused ferocity; and Glass just smiles and smiles and smiles, tipping back on his drumstool at the end of a song as if he can hit the snare even harder with his feet off the ground.

We stepped into the sunlight confused. Daytime? Right. Daytime. Collect yourself and move along. Coffee, now, please. (Keep reading...)

Saturday night’s lineup was all over the place. I caught a few Laura Veirs songs, standing in the middle of Pioneer Courthouse Square, wishing I were seeing her in a small, intimate space, like when she played at John Henry’s, but liking the shifting backup band (Karl Blau! Chris Funk! And more!).

And And And packed the kids into the front half of Backspace, a spiffy all-ages venue right on the MAX line and just off Burnside. Members danced into the audience, the songs got shoutier and more exuberant and the crowd cheered madly when the singer introduced a new song called “I Want More Alcohol.” Also, I think there was confetti.

I caught a little bit of Tu Fawning’s second set of the day, over at Crystal Ballroom where they were opening for Menomena; they’d all dressed up and were looking remarkably hot, even if Haege kind of ruined the effect when he bent over the drums and revealed a monster hole in the armpit of his dress shirt. I saw Amy Klein — otherwise known as Amy Andronicus, and the author of quite a few wicked smart, well-worth-reading blog posts about rock and gender — of Titus Andronicus at that show and, later, spotted Hutch Harris squinting in the blinding glow of Smashing Pumpkin’s absurd stage lights. Always nice to see the bands out catching other bands.

Even when one of those bands is Smashing Pumpkins.

To open the door to the sold-out Wonder Ballroom, where the Pumpkins were already playing when we arrived, was to walk into a swampy miasma of damp, stanky man-funk. To our left, an oversized sound and lights board took up a serious chunk of the floor, but it was kind of irrelevant — the crowd was mashed up against the stage, watching Billy Corgan do his thing.

And can we talk about that thing? That thing is essentially cock rock. Maybe it was the arena-style lights giving me that impression — blinding, absurd, strobing things glinting off the gong behind the drummer — but the show had this strutting, overwrought ridiculousness that just grew more intense every time Corgan started on a guitar solo. Of which there were more than I remembered. They played “Today” second, and it didn’t even sound like itself. Poignancy? Gone. Delicacy among the distortion? Mangled.

It was kind of ... ugly, the whole thing. Abrasive, bombastic and cynical, and none of that in the good way. And totally discombobulating, coming after the involved, unironic And And And, the crisp layers of Tu Fawning and the cheery, intelligent bite of the Thermals. We lasted through “Drown” — which made me smile in the way that anything from Singles can make a certain kind of Northwesterner of a certain age smile — and then stumbled free.

We stumbled all the way back to backspace, where Titus Andronicus were closing out the night and sounding just as shouty and incensed and ferociously entertaining as they did at a house show earlier this year, and on a freezing-cold SXSW stage the month before that. The intensity never flags, even when you’re surrounded by six-foot-tall dudes who can’t even be bothered to head-bob.

That was the end of Saturday — I wanted to see Crooked Fingers, but Mississippi Studios was just too far — but Sunday had one last show in store: The National in Pioneer Courthouse Square. I sat on cold concrete and stared at Matt Berninger’s spiffy suit for two hours, willing him to take the jacket off so I could admire the vest. And also I loved the show. This is a band with their banter down, whether it’s about why they can’t move to Portland, or how their version of the Flaming Lips’ confetti is “Four dollars worth of shit!” — a few dozen glowsticks, haphazardly distributed.

The set was heavy on the High Violet tracks; the encore was exactly what it needed to be: “Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks,” “Mr. November” and “Secret Meeting,” if memory serves. They played “England,” which was what I most needed to hear, and the sky grew dark gradually and then all of a sudden, swooping over the square so that the lights on the buildings gave everything a more magical glow. “What’s that building?” Berninger asked at one point. “It looks like a cake.”

It did. The National had a vibe like a band that’s been on tour almost too long: effortlessly in sync, but maybe a little worn. In the urban canyons, the guitars echoed just so — just a certain way — and I finally understood why people compare the band to U2 sometimes. Just a little. It rings out like it’s bigger than it is, and that makes some people dismissively call The National “dad rock” which other people, like me, find a place in that sound to sink in, curl up and remember. Is dad rock nostalgia rock? Is nostalgia always wrong? If it is, I don’t want to be right.

September 13, 2010 11:36 AM


Adventure Galley from traskblueribbon on Vimeo.

Though the news was pretty obvious last Thursday, when a camera crew was in attendance at their swiftly arranged WOW Hall show, it’s now totally official: Eugene’s Adventure Galley has won MySpace’s Rock the Space 2 contest. More than 17,000 bands entered a song apiece in hopes of winning a contract with MySpace Records (and $10,000 in Fender gear). After a couple of rounds of voting, AG’s “Addict” came out on top.

A little more than a week after they got the news, four of AG’s six members strolled into Monroe Street Café looking awfully calm. As keyboard and synth player George Schultz tells it, the whole thing was “just kind of out of the blue.” He saw an ad for the contest and figured it couldn’t hurt to enter. A few months later, the call came: The band had been selected — “by a judging panel made up of industry professionals and MySpace Records executives,” say the contest rules — as a semifinalist. In the semi-finals, bands faced off in bracket-style voting. AG made it to the finals, along with five other bands from around the country. “Last Tuesday,” Schultz says, “I was obsessively checking my email to see if we won, and logged off, and logged back on five minutes later and got the email.”

Yelling and running around the room ensued. Not that you’d guess these guys do a lot of yelling and running around. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation, Schultz and drummer Brock Grenfell do most of the talking; vocalist David Mills — he of the impressive moustache —  barely says a word but smiles faintly; guitarist Aaron Johnson, behind sunglasses and flaking streaks of yellow face paint, breaks in to tell the story of how he and Mills originally formed the band. Though none of the bandmembers are older than 21 — the “elusive” sixth member, Grenfell’s brother Forrest, is still in high school — they project an attitude of mellow confidence. Schultz is the gregarious one, the one who’ll tell all the stories; Grenfell reins him in when those stories get maybe a little too colorful for a young band that’s about to land in a much bigger spotlight.

The attention began with their Thursday night show at the WOW. Though the band couldn’t come out and say they’d won the contest until today’s official announcement, they could, Grenfell says, “hint very heavily” that there was a reason for the quickly scheduled show, which was filmed for a promotional video (earlier in the contest, the group shot a similar video atop the Lorax Manner). Next, Schultz says, “We’re going to be signing a contract, and so in the next nine months we’re going to start working on an album and probably have that released in the next year or so.”

The album will be the band’s full-length debut. Thus far, they’ve only released an EP, The Right Place to Be, eight songs of their energetic, danceable, synth-decorated brand of indie rock. Asked to put AG in a genre, Schultz says, “I think technically it would be post-punk.” “Addict” is thick with catchy melodies and half-shouted singalongs, all set to an insistent beat and embellished with a synth part that twines through the song, giving it an airy feel despite Mills’ sonorous tone. It’s a little like The Killers, a little like Franz Ferdinand, and entirely infectious.

Adventure Galley began, Johnson says, when he, Mills and two other musicians recorded three songs “and did nothing with them.” Without a drop of self-consciousness, Johnson says, “People thought it was the coolest stuff ever.” But the band, in that incarnation, played only two shows, both in Bend. That’s where they found Grenfell. Schultz, already a fan of those three songs, met the band at a UO college party about two years ago and joined soon after. A year ago, the band’s bassist left and was replaced with Jesse Suihkonen, who played his first show with the band on the Fourth of July last year. “I feel like everything has come together a lot better since he came in,” Schultz says.

Grenfell and Schultz are aware that signing with a label means they may have to give up a certain degree of control, but they’re optimistic about the people from MySpace Records being “artist-friendly.” Grenfell says, “As far as I understand it ... we mostly just get to pick what we want to do, and they just have to put their stamp of approval on it.” The grand prize includes a “standard recording agreement” with MySpace records, with a $10,000 advance and $10,000 in Fender gear. The latter probably comes as an awfully nice touch for a band that’s had their own gear stolen twice in the last two years. “We’re due for good karma,” Grenfell says.

Though a contest win is no guarantee of success, last year’s winners, California’s Call the Cops, have been out on multiple tours since winning, including a month on this summer’s Warped Tour. Adventure Galley’s goal — apart from “taking over the world,” which they joke was the theme of the WOW Hall show — is pretty reasonable: They hope to play the Sasquatch Music Festival next spring. “Even if for the first year we do it we’re just on a small stage or something like that, just getting onto the festival circuit, getting the name out there so that the next year when we come back we can take it by storm,” Grenfell says.

With such a major opportunity in their lap, it’s possible Adventure Galley won’t be a local band for long. Though both Grenfell and Schultz are UO students, they say they’d take time off to tour. “You can go to school when you’re older,” Grenfell says.

“It’s our big shot,” Schultz says. “Why not take advantage of it?”
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Adventure Galley’s next Eugene show is a house show with Pony Village and the Blimp at 9 pm Saturday, Sept. 25, at the Basement (13th & Washington). Their EP is available at House of Records. "Addict" is also in EW's Next Big Thing contest.

Additional reporting by Vanessa Salvia.

September 11, 2010 04:14 PM

The theme of MusicfestNW — this year for sure, but probably every year — is apparently Getting a Late Start Due to Food. It's just awfully hard to resist Portland's culinary delights, even when you're forced to choose between rock and a sausage. Wait, that sounded weird.

Friday began late for us with Hosannas, who used to be Church (and were briefly Ape Cave, sort of) at Mississippi Studios, where I've basically taken up a permanent location in the balcony. The view from above makes Hosannas more fun; their button-pushing and knob-twisting songs are more interesting than engrossing, and all the more so when you're upstairs watching the glowy lights and the guy with the bare feet triggering stuff on one of his many, many, many pieces of equipment. It felt awfully cerebral, especially without a stiff drink.

Next, we climbed the stairs to the Crystal Ballroom against such a dense flow of downstairs traffic that we thought Okkervil River was already done. Nope — people just weren't into the strangely sloppy/beautiful/sloppy show bandleader Will Sheff was choreographing. Well, some people were: For whatever reason, the place seemed to be full of slightly fratty, more then slightly wasted dudes who chose the oddest moments to pump their fists. The people-watching was more than distracting, especially since the band kept breaking into a nearly goosebump-eliciting song, only to crush it into shreds — and not the good kind — within minutes. Yes, "Our Life is Not a Movie or Maybe"! No! It's run off the tracks!

It was an odd scene.

Down at Berbati's, Richmond Fontaine was easily charming a late-night crowd with the least ironic, most straightforward, always narratively fascinating set of the weekend. If at least 70 percent of the bar didn't have some kind of crush on singer-songwriter Willy Vlautin, well, you could've fooled me. (Is it the sweetly scruffy voice? The Nathan Fillion-ish profile? The spare and sympathetic hard-luck novels? All of the above?)

The set wasn't quite as perfect as the band's afternoon show at Pickathon, which felt like rock 'n' roll preschool, with much of the crowd sitting cross-legged on the barn's concrete floor, but it still ended with "Four Walls." Wistful, building, sentimental, lovelorn, wishful, longing — it's a song for silent rooms and shivering lighters, late nights and long pours of whiskey. It belongs on every crushtastic mix CD ever made.

So, yeah, it would've been a lovely place to end the night, but the Someday Lounge was on the way home, and there, the nine? ten? (19 are listed on the band's MySpace page) members of Typhoon were crowding the stage. I've only seen Typhoon live — several fractions of shows, now — but if their ramshackle heartache holds up on record, I've got some shopping to do. Every time I hear this band, I think of the Register-Guard's Serena Markstrom, talking, as we walked through their Pickathon set, about male singers who sound like what a mouth looks like when it's blowing a bubble. Round, wobbly, earnest, self-aware — I think that's what she was going for. I think. Typhoon calls its sound "epic indie rock" across the top of the band's website; they sound like carefully orchestrated yearning to me. I think they should come play Sam Bond's immediately — pack us in, sweaty and uncomfortably close together, and fill the space with sound until we forget the details.

And that was Friday. Today has already been the super-extra-delightful OPB Music party at Mississippi Studios; the delight will continue with Laura Viers, Titus Andronicus, And And And and more. There will also be a Smashing Pumpkins show. Whether "delight" is a word even faintly applicable to such a thing remains to be seen.

September 10, 2010 03:53 PM

MusicfestNW 2010 began, for me, with cocktails and pickled things at Secret Society. Sorry, Phantogram, who I wanted to see; it’s just that I had a feeling sustenance would be needed over the next few hours.

Phantogram were opening for Ra Ra Riot at one of the Nike Wonder Ballroom shows, which you know are Nike shows because the TVs on the sides of the stage just show big swooshes until the band starts. (This is an improvement over ... last year? The year before? when a giant wooden structure thing took up a chunk of the floorspace and had something to do with ... something brand-y.) The Wonder wasn’t as packed as I’d expected — expectations based on the line for RRR’s SXSW show — but it gradually filled in, dudes in plaid button-ups sharing floor space with dingy kids who were trying their hardest to look like they hadn’t washed their hoodies in several years.

It was a funny crowd and a funny show. Ra Ra Riot’s albums are sweet, swoony things, fully deserving the “chamber pop” tag, thick with cello and violin and dominated by singer Wes Miles’ earnest choirboy voice. The lyrics tend to the sweet, honest and self-deprecating (“My life is dull and my body aches,” Miles repeats on the first song on the band’s new record, The Orchard), but there’s pep in the airy arrangements and insistence in the drums.

So why did the show seem so one-note? It wasn’t just Miles’ tendency to the occasional really literal gesture, or the imbalanced sound that lost a lot of the strings unless you were standing right up front. Something just seemed off. I haven’t seen a lot of bands in the last few years with singers that mostly just sing — it takes some serious charisma to stand in front of crowd nearly empty-handed, singing your heart out, and Miles seemed happy but unprepared. No one was carrying the show; there wasn’t a sense of band energy, either, except from violinist Rebecca Zeller, who seemed more engaged. It wasn’t a bad show. It was just uninspired — though a few tracks, like “Too Dramatic” and “Ghost Under Rocks,” had a little more snap.

We caught just a little bit of Past Lives at the Crystal, but while the song we heard the end of was energetic and angry and interesting, the next three — the last three of the set — were oddly forgettable. It’s not a word I expect to apply to former Blood Brothers members, but there you have it.

And then: Ted Leo and the Pharmacists! Leo has been doing his steady thing for so long now that — confession time — I like him (musically and on Twitter) without really knowing his stuff. I just know that I like it. (And I love “Where Have All the Rude Boys Gone?”) It’s punk rock but it’s not: If you watch Leo, pacing the stage with his wristbands and his spiky short hair, he looks like a punk rock boy. But what he plays is this giddy, endless stream of smart, solid rock songs, jangly and jaunty and a little bit frenetic. The show was the opposite of Ra Ra Riot: Propulsive, sweaty, over too fast.

But since it was over in order for The Thermals to take the stage, you won’t hear any complaints from this corner. The tone of the Thermals show was set when their perpetually smiling drummer, Westin Glass, came out to soundcheck, and left the stage only after high-fiving as many people in the front rows as he could reach. The word of the night, despite the intensity of the band’s new album, Personal Life, was, to my mind, gleeful. Every time I’ve seen the Thermals, there’s a wash of delight coming from somewhere, or maybe everywhere — from the band members, the kids dancing up front, the smiling people in the bar who seem on the verge of tossing their drinks in the air and busting out some strange dance moves.

This show was no exception. The songs were all just right. The older songs, especially from the political and pointed The Body, The Blood, The Machine, sat perfectly next to Life’s, well, more personal content (for more on that, take a peek at Willamette Week’s interview with singer-guitarist Hutch Harris about what it all means, or the Mercury's super piece, in which Personal Life is rightly called the "finest breakup album since Frightened Rabbit's The Midnight Organ Fight").

“A Pillar of Salt” was a highlight; the bitterness of “Not Like Any Other Feeling” was cathartic and gorgeous and intense; but it was the double perfection of the encore that sealed the night: Weezer’s “My Name is Jonas” — you could hear everyone in the crowd singing along as the last ssss of “Jonas” faded — and “No Culture Icons,” which, impossibly, gets better every time they play it.

I left the Thermals with a shit-eating grin on my face (as the stragglers walked out, Glass was once again on the edge of the stage, signing things and talking to fans) and went to meet Todd at the Roseland, where Major Lazer was rattling the doors like they may never have been rattled before. Nobody was getting in, though — not the drunk guy with a scratch above his ear, or the drunk girls advising each other to “stick out your boobs” in an attempt to charm the door guy, or the two dudes on bikes asking why there were so many V-necks on the men lingering around the door.

Didn’t matter. The Thermals win MFNW. Again. (Look for Todd’s photos from the crazy Major Lazer show soon, though.)

Tonight: Okkervil River? Hosannas (formerly Church)? Shaky Hands? Jared Mees and the Grown Children? One thing I know for sure: At midnight I'll be drinking whiskey and watching Richmond Fontaine. See you there!

September 8, 2010 02:38 PM

Holy crap! It's already time for my other favorite Portland festival (the other one being Pickathon, of course). Willamette Week's MusicfestNW starts tonight with just one show — Devonwho and Animal Collective's Panda Bear — and really gets rolling tomorrow. MFNW sprawls all over town, meaning sometimes it's a pain when you want to get from Holocene to the Crystal Ballroom in a hurry, but there are enough interesting shows that you can usually keep busy just skipping from venue to venue around West Burnside.

This year's MFNW lineup ranges from a generous gaggle of Portland bands to, oddly enough, Smashing Pumpkins, who play Saturday night at Wonder Ballroom. I'll head to Portland tomorrow to try to decide between the following Thursday night shows:

Ra Ra Riot, whose The Rhumb Line was one of my favorite unexpected records of 2008
Past Lives, the other post-Blood Brothers band
• The unstoppable Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
• Heartstring-plucking Seattle singer-songwriter Rocky Votolato
Major Lazer, because EW art director Todd Cooper says it's going to be awesome
• And, most of all, The Thermals, whose 2009 MFNW show was probably one of my Top Ten Shows of All Time, if I kept a list like that (which of course I don't, but I could try to make one; it might be fun). The Thermals' new record, Personal Life, just came out this week, and while I haven't had enough time to properly absorb it, I know two things: 1. It's too short! I want more! and 2. It's fantastic.

Lots more blog posts – from myself and Mr. Cooper, who'll be taking photos — and the occasional bit of Twitter snark to follow over the next few days, concluding with The National on Sunday night. Then and only then will I believe it's actually fall. It can't be until this weekend is over.

August 28, 2010 12:48 PM

We've been so focused on Best of Eugene voting that this one almost snuck by me: Eugene band Adventure Galley is one of the six finalists in MySpace's Rock the Space 2 contest. Six finalists! Out of 17,000 entries! That's pretty nifty. The band's entry into the contest is "Addict"; their contest page currently has more than 27,000 pageviews, which is well above four of the other bands — and well behind the 394,000 pageviews boasted by a duo with a corny power ballad as their entry.

Adventure Galley stands to win a load of Fender gear, a recording contract and, I imagine, a decent dose of national attention. A goofy video on the contest page has them playing on the roof of the Lorax Manner and talking about why they want to win. Their Franz Ferdinand-esque, Killersy song is a catchy little number, pretty accurately described by the first press quote on their MySpace page: "Reminiscent of so many bands of yesteryouth, muddled with our generation’s lazing indie spirit."

In an email, drummer Brock (the fellas go by one name apiece, it seems) writes, "Out of all the finalists, we are the only one from the entire Pacific Northwest, so we are kind of representing the Northwest's music scene to the 100,000s who have visited the contest's site. We need votes to win the final round so we are trying let people know about it so they can listen and vote, and support Eugene's local music scene on a national scale."

You heard the man. Go out and vote! The voting period ends on Aug. 30, and you only get one vote, unless you're some crazy geek with a driving need to fool the system. In which case I'm sure you'll figure out some way to get around that.

August 26, 2010 03:58 PM

The Jazz Station — the small, all-ages downtown performance space that's made a home on Broadway between Willamette and Olive for five years — is getting bigger. In a letter sent to Jazz Station members on Monday, board president Chris Orsinger announced the news: The "new, improved" Jazz Station is expected to open in January at 124 W. Broadway, in a space leased from Lord Leebrick and nestled between the theater company and DIVA.

The volunteer-run Jazz Station will remain an all-ages venue. The new space allows for the addition of a rehearsal room and a backstage "green room" for performers.

This weekend, the Jazz Station is one of the downtown venues hosting music for the Eugene Celebration. Stop in and check 'em out before they get bigger! Here's the venue's lineup for the EC:

Friday, Aug. 27
6-8 pm: Souljazz

Saturday, Aug. 28
Noon-2 pm: Zenith Quintet
3-5 pm: Jazz Singers' Showcase
6-8 pm: Joe Manis Trio

Sunday, Aug. 29
4-6 pm: Jazz Station Jam

August 21, 2010 04:41 PM

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Nathan Fillion, right, and Jon Huertas in the Arcimoto Pulse prototype

It's not every day that you might spot Captain Tightpants Nathan Fillion cruising the streets of Eugene in a locally built electric car prototype. The current Castle star (and hero to many a nerdy girl and boy thanks to his roles in Joss Whedon's Firefly and Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog) Twittered about Arcimoto's Pulse just a few weeks ago — posting "I found it! I found my spaceship! It's real and I'm getting it!" — and today arrived in town to test-drive said spaceship.

Fillion and his Castle costar Jon Huertas took the Pulse out for a spin (tailed by a posse of men with cameras, shooting footage to use in promoting the Pulse), took photos with fans (some of whom drove down from Portland in hopes of meeting him) and headed to Pizza Research Institute for pizza and beer while the car charged up for a second run. Arcimoto president Mark Frohnmayer invited me to join them as he, Fillion, Huertas, and other Arcimoto staff discussed the Pulse's specifics and, inevitably, everyone's love for Firefly. I didn't directly interview Fillion (to whom I was never introduced to as an EW writer), but listened as he told stories about his favorite Firefly horse, Fred; answered questions about the Pulse for his more than 600,000 Twitter followers; and generally seemed enthusiastic about Arcimoto's commuter car, which his costar described as "like driving a shark."

More to come just as soon as I can get some transcribing done! Look for a longer story soon!

August 18, 2010 12:50 PM

I can't decide which gave me a bigger squee in Scott Pilgrim vs. the World: the tinkling fairy fountain music from Zelda? Or Nega Scott's super-resemblance to evil Link. Or maybe ... no ... yes ... I CAN'T PICK!

(You read and watch enough Scott Pilgrim, you'll start being indecisive in all caps too, OK?)

ANYWAY, to my delight, the OC Weekly jumped on the question of Just How Many Video Game References Are There in This Movie, Anyway? They didn't catch 'em all, but the commenters to this blog post have been pretty helpful in that regard.

I totally want to play Ninja Ninja Revolution.

August 16, 2010 12:35 PM

Editor's note: This one slipped right by me, but I figured better late than never. Here's frequent EW contributor Vanessa Salvia on Jucifer, who play tonight! Short notice is no excuse for not leaving the house!

Between the 51 concert-going years Ed and I have between us, we reckon we’ve seen as many bands as there are grains of sand on the Oregon coast. Many of them were forgettable. Some of them quickly became mythic experiences that came alive again each time people start talking about music.

Jucifer is one of those bands for both of us. Some of our stories — like the time Ed’s overly-martini-ed friend stumbled onto Jucifer’s RV, which was parked in front of Indigo District, and got bitten by one of their dogs — may not be quite as hysterical to read in print as it is if you are having a beer or trading anecdotes at work. But when the discussion veers to music, it’s easy to pick out Jucifer from among the many bands we’ve seen that provide a performance worth talking about.

The first time I saw them, I spent money I hadn’t planned on parting with to take home Jucifer’s debut LP, Lambs, and later raved to Ed about this amazing band he missed out on. Since then, we’ve had a competition between us for the title of most Jucifer experiences.

My first experience with Jucifer live on stage was the last night of the original John Henry’s club. If memory serves, it was Friday, May 3, 2002: They had to close so the building could be razed by St. Vincent de Paul for an apartment complex. At that time I had no idea what Jucifer’s music was like, but when Amber Valentine and Edgar Livengood took the stage, it was like a dam breaking, sweeping us away on a river of sound. The two of them played in front of a wall of bass amps and speakers stacked from floor to ceiling — equipment I had wrongly assumed was to be shared among the four bands playing on that night’s bill.

I thought that as each band played they would take their stuff and carry it away or stack it back up, but it wasn’t until Jucifer played that I realized that no one else was touching any of the stuff. It was Jucifer’s own arsenal. It was like standing in front of a giant rock and roll wind tunnel, an effect added to by the fact that Livengood played with a large fan blowing his hair around. Wearing a vintage dress and Twiggy-style pale face make-up and dramatic eyes, Valentine crooned in angelic whispers and devilish gutteral utterances. Livengood's arms never stopped wailing the entire time they were playing. With surprising subtlety and personality, given their massive sludgy sound, Valentine's angelic voice floated over the top of crushing drums, then quickly shifted gears into a monstrous groove, with Valentine growling like a death metal goddess. They were incredibly loud and we in the audience were witness to a rare and unbridled display of energy. Anybody who gets lucky enough to see them play “44: Dying In White” from their first album, Calling All Cars to the Vegas Strip, will see an instantaneous creation of more forward momentum than two mere mortals should be capable of.

Since then and the half-dozen other times we’ve seen them play, our appreciation for their creativity and dedication to their music has deepened, even as they’ve experimented with their sound and dynamic over the years. Their newest album, Throned In Blood, their seventh, came out in April. Their previous album, L'autrichienne, was a sprawling concept album that utilized everything from pianos to horns. On Throned In Blood, the duo returns to using just their primary instruments. Decibel magazine calls it their masterpiece, and “a religious experience.” Go see Jucifer’s show at Oak Street Speakeasy tonight and see if they don’t quickly become one of those bands you too just can’t stop talking about.

Jucifer, Parade of Storms and Kemosabe play at 9 pm Monday, Aug. 16, at Oak Street Speakeasy. 21+. $5.— Vanessa Salvia

August 13, 2010 01:01 PM

As promised, here's the fourth of a series of longer Q&As with the designers featured in this week's fashion issue. More to come!


PIRANHA
Marcia Knee, 52 (and Norman Lent, 58)

Tell me about what kind of clothes you focus on.
Wrestling wear.

Is that your main focus, or do you do that as part of your job and then there’s the ... it seemed like the stuff that Laura was showing me at Redoux was not so much the wrestling wear but maybe some other things that you’re working on?
There was some ... well, what I wanted to do was — I’m pretty much housebound because I have panic disorder, but I’ve been in the sewing industry for a really long time. Norman’s boss’s daughter was taking some classes at Redoux, so I went down there to check it out and decided I’d make a few things to put in the store, and the she [Laura Lee Laroux] called me to do the fashion show.

So what kind of stuff will you have in the fashion show?
It ranges from full gown to steampunk to what they call fruits, and ..

What’s fruits?
It’s a Japanese trend. And then Lolita and gothic. So, it’s a little span.

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That’s a pretty broad range of stuff. Can you talk a little bit about the wrestling, your job working on wrestling stuff?
Wrestling’s not a job. Norman used to own the Paradise City Café and he had the swimwear store down at the mall, so there was a lot of Lycra spandex left over. So I’ve been teaching him how to sew and he’s been making tights and we have quite a few pro wrestlers — it’s not the WWE, but they are pro, and we make a lot of stretchy spandex pants.

How did you get into that? Because you had the material left over, or ... it seems like kind of an unusual thing to do.
We were selling — we had a few swimsuits left over and were selling them, and a couple people said, Oh, do you have some jammers? Can you make jammers? And so I started making jammers. Then a weightlifting person contacted Norman and asked if they could do tights ... and then we made the tights. And that guy sent more guys and then people just started coming.

How long have you been sewing? Making clothing?
Thirty years.

So this is your full job — you don’t have a day job.
No, I don’t have a job. I’m just doing this — it was a hobby thing, and then I wanted to pass on what I know to other people, and so far, the only taker was Norman.

How did you get into the steampunk-Lolita-gothic kind of stuff?
In 1980 I brought the first tattoo art to market with the ASR, the Action Sports Retailer, and they said that it would never take off and there’d never be a thing such as surf punk. I started out with Life’s a Beach, which is No Fear, and I had teamed up with .... his name was Mark Kaufman but, oh — Mad Marc Rude. He did all the original flyers for like the Misfits, the Dead Kennedys, Circle Jerks and stuff like that. And so we printed up a whole bunch of his art onto fabric and started making surf clothes [under Life’s a Beach]. And then I went up to Los Angeles and worked with my friend for a while that had a label called LAX ... and so I’ve been in the surf industry a long time.

How did you get from surf to steampunk? Is it just a natural progression?
Well, I have a lot of years in theater. I can’t even remember my life.

Where do you draw the inspiration for this stuff from?
Um, just in my head. See, everything that’s out now is just regurgitated and changed a little. So, you know, punk has become Lolita, and goth is just a softer, flowing version of punk. So it’s all the same.

How many pieces are you doing for the fashion show?
I’m going to try and do 15. This is my big bang.

Is there a focus, or is it all kinds of different stuff?
It’s all across the board. I figured if it’s going to be a show, I’m going to try to do some big pieces, some fun stuff.

Such as?
Well, I’m one of these people who wait until the last minute. We have some spandex with big boots, some big skirts, there’s gonna be some big, big skirts, and we’re gonna try and do some wings if I can. I’m gonna try. I haven’t done them yet.

Do you do stuff for Faerieworlds, Burning Man, things like that? Do you think your clientele buys for things like that?
On Norman’s internet site they’ve bought heavily for Burning Man.

What’s the site?
It’s Spandex Body. It’s just an eBay thing.

So you sell your stuff on eBay and at Redoux. Is there anywhere else that it’s available?
Kitsch. Because it’s more a hobby, because I’m kind of agoraphobic, so this is major, for me to show up at the show.

Is there anything else that you want to talk about with regards to your stuff? It’s an amazing history, with all kinds of different clothes.
Well, I started out — OK, I started out doing the Del Mar Fair and making side split pants and thse really short hot pants. And then I started doing bikinis. I used to sew them on the boardwalk, with a sewing machine on the boardwalk, while people waited. This was in the ’70s. So they pay their money and then they come back 45 minutes later and they have their swimsuit. Swimsuits were different than they are now. And then I just progressed into learning how to pattern, and I’ve gotten really good at patterning, so I became a patternmaker and I did, I think, six years at the Pacific Conservatory of Performing Arts in Santa Maria, California. And then I just did costuming and different things.

The name of your label is Piranha, is that correct?
I’ve been Piranha since 1979.

Do you do stuff on commission? Do people come to you for specific items?
I have in the past. The most I’ve ever gottn for something was $6,000 for a wedding dress.

You’ve just made the one wedding dress?
I’ve made a few. But... I like to pattern-make.

It’s your one last show?
Yeah. It’s my one and only.

You’ve never done a show like this before?
Oh, back in the old days. Way back, I used to do it all the time.

So why this one particular show?
Because I’ve been housebound and haven’t done anything in years, and it’s a waste of creativity and I was hoping that maybe someone would see that I can make stuff and I could pass on some knowledge to someone that’s interested.

So you’re sort of an ad for an apprentice, it sounds like.
Oh, just young kids who really want to learn.

Piranha is available at Kitsch and the Redoux Parlour.

August 13, 2010 01:50 PM

As promised, here's the sixth and final piece in a series of longer Q&As with the designers featured in this week's fashion issue.


AUGURY
by Rebecca Fischer, 34

What kind of clothes do you focus on?
I really like tailored clothing. I like — I don’t like serging. I like French seams and linings and very finished clothes. I like things that fit. I really like historical patterns of the 1890s, but I want to take elements of that and mix it into things that people might actually wear rather than sew for SCA or something like that. Stylisticaly, I really like those looks but I don’t put them together in historically accurate ways, I’d say.

So it’s a little anachronistic?
A little anachronistic. That works.

How long have you been designing clothes?
A really long time. I used to do the patchwork hippie dresses, back in the day. I’ve done a lot of embellishment, embroidery, surface decoration. I spent some time designing bags. I designed a baby carrier.

So you have a broad array of things that you make.
Yeah. I’ve been sewing since I was 12, so.

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Do you have a day job, or is this what you do?
I was a stay at home mom, homeschooling mom, for 11 years. My kids are 10 and 6. So that’s what I was doing. I didn’t work. After — well, then I had the baby carrier business. ... So right now I’m sewing and I’m working in a bakery, a part time job in a bakery. So I get up at 4 in the morning three days a week and I work a five to ten shift, and then I go home and feel like I should be starting my day, but I’m exhausted. It’s really weird.

That does sound pretty strange, like you’d be out of sync with the rest of the world.
It is a little bit, and then the days I don’t go, I try to slip back into my normal pattern, which is stay up and sew all night. It really doesn’t work.

From where do you draw your inspiration?
Well, from I guess from historical patterns and clothing, and ... I’m inspired by designers like [Madeleine] Vionnet who engineered some really interesting things. When you start to play with her patterns, they’re really quite brilliant.

Or Chanel, who ... I hate her clothes, I mean, they’re awful, but she was a brilliant businesswoman. Her marketing strategies were great, and I like to try to figure out how she did what she did when her stuff’s really, really ugly. Tweed boxes!

When I’m looking for design elements I like to look at historical patterns.

Tell me about the clothes we’re taking pictures of, and the clothes you’re going to have in the show.
Connor is wearing a Victorian vest, a wainscoat, that is actually made from a women’s pattern — it has front shaping — and a pair of bloomer-type underwear. You know, big, poofy and white, and little tucks and frills on the legs. He’s kind of standing there like, [goofy awkward pose]. I think in the context of the show with the rest of the crew he’ll be a lot happier. It’s sort of like, Why am I dressed like this here? It’s very cute. And I have [him in] long stripey socks and a little ascot. It’s very dapper and frilly.

What I was thinking was, this pinstriped vest and knickers. A lot of people are liking knickers for biking because the pants legs don’t get caught in the chain. And so that’s where I was thinking with that: the vest and knickers were kind of the guy outfit, and this little camisole frilly thing and bloomers would be kind of the girl outfit. That look, I can put the vest, in a women’s cut, and the bloomers on a boy, and I can put the same outfit on a girl. So there will be a girl dressed basically the same as he is walking. And so sort of mixing — I’m not putting the frilly camisoles on any boys, but... somebody could have a tuxedo shirt. And then because it is a fall show, I’m also showing a frock coat. Those are nice.

So how many outfits do yu have in the show?
I think I’m walking 10, including two 11-year-olds, 10-11 year olds. I really like my daughter’s age. She’s just starting to transition — she’s got hips now, she’s not little girl shaped anymore, but she’s still 10. And a half. And she and her friend, this boy Coltrane, who is ... a ten year old goth. He’s adorable. He may have dyed his hair, and I don’t know if he’s cut it — last time I saw him it was long, and wavy, and blond and he was just like, black and zippers. So I really want to put him in like a little kid frock coat in dark charcoal gray and lace. Little vampire Lestat. And then I’d really like to see her, my daughter, in just a really simple off-white sort of Greek shaped shift and black boots if I can find them, and have them carry my banner.

Do you feel like you’re part of a community of designers in town? Do you think there is a community?
I do. I think there is, yeah, especially now that I’m working out of Redoux Parlour. I’m sewing there, and it’s so nice to come in and see what everybody’s working on. Everboyd’s real supportive and friendly. There is definitely a community of designers here.

Is there any one thing that you’ve made in your current career that you’re most proud of or most fond of?
Hmm. For so many different reasons — I just made a wedding dress that I’m really pretty happy with. It’s really hard for me to be just fully satisfied with something. I always see all the flaws and I want to do it again better. But this one, I did a reproduction of a Vionnet pattern that I found in a book, so it was just the basic shapes drawn out and some really rudimentary instructions and I draped it rather — usually I will draft on paper with rulers, and just the act of realizing that I could drape, and it’s so imprecise, I’m not measuring specific and adding ...

[technical difficulties temporarily cut her off]

This idea that it seems so fussy and imprecise to just kind of hold up pieces of fabric, but really you’re getting something that fits an individual. Individual bodies aren’t perfectly symmetrical and measured. You know, the reason that we would draft like that is to produce something that can be graded and fit a range of people and be mass produced, and draping is so ... individual, just for one person. I think that I’m really happy not necessarily with how it turned out, because I’m never happy with how anything I make ever turns out, but just knowing that I could design that way has got me thinking about trying to figure out, you know, not just make a pair of pants and change the fly around and change the waistband around, but hold fabric up to something and come up with something sculptural that can be a garment that’s a really different idea.

So is that going to change what you’re working on in the future? Do you have anything that you’re planning?
I’m planning — for the short term, I’m planning to try to do this as a business. To channel Chanel: OK, go talk to the stores and find out what they would like to see that they think their customers might want, and try to work with what I can do to produce something that might actually feed my family. So that’s maybe not the best place for weird stuff. But I would like to be able to do some weird stuff, and some exploration of media.

Her model comes in and describes what he was wearing: “Poofy, poofy, raccoon tail socks. Oh, and the — poofy.”

I like to disregard gender roles. It’s something — it’s one reason I like historical patterns, because one way to look at old-fashioned clothing is it’s all lace on men and pretty peacock boys and stuff that would be so girly these days. It’s not just this straight spear business suit. But that was masculine back then. ...

Do you use a lot of reused fabrics and thrifty stuff?
I do, if it isn’t going to interfere with quality. So I don’t insist on using recycled materials. I happen to like to take a jacket and make a vest out of it. It keeps all the pockets. So this [what the model was wearing] was like, I cut it out yeterday but I sewed it in an hour. It was really easy but it looks nice and finished because most of that was already there on the jacket I got for six bucks at St. Vinny’s.

Augury is available at the Redoux Parlour.

August 13, 2010 01:19 PM

As promised, here's the fifth of a series of longer Q&As with the designers featured in this week's fashion issue. More to come!


ALL TOGETHER NOW
by Tarra Hartlauer, 37

What kind of clothes do you focus on?
It’s all skirts so far. I take used jeans or pants and turn them into a skirt, and then I add all sorts of random fabrics that I’ve accumulated from yard sales, thrift stores or trades, and I do appliqué. Some things are T-shirt images that I recycle, and some...

You have a Care Bear! [on her skirt]
Yes! This one I got at a yard sale for like 50 cents. I thought it was cute.

And then I do a lot of original appliqué art.

How long have you been doing this?
Just a year. Just a little over a year. I quit school to do this, basically. I’m a dropout of the university. I was really close to graduating and started sewing, and I just loved it and the fact that I’m able to touch more people’s lives this way and feel more empowered... I’m having a great time. I feel more empowered investing in myself than working towards my degree. I know that’s kind of sad, but I just don’t want to push papers right now. I love to create. I dreamt of going to art school when I was a kid and I’m kind of beelining it back to creating again.

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Do you have a day job?
No. I have a husband that takes care of all my other needs right now. Last year I was living off of Section 8 and financial aid and decided to go ahead and get married and throw myself into my project. I’m having a great time and people come to me with custom orders and I just ... it’s great.

Your stuff is available where?
The Saturday Market and, so far, the Redoux Parlor. That’s it. Or through word of mouth. I do [have an Etsy store]; I set one up. I have like two or three things on there right now. I haven’t had many hits. I put something ... I’m really not technically inclined. I’m looking for someone to help me with promoting and techno stuff and putting myself out there bigger than Eugene.

Eugene’s been pretty good to you so far, it sounds like.
Oh, very good to me. I love Eugene. I grew up in Anchorage, Alaska, and so, the towns are kind of similar.

Really?
Yeah, yeah. Very liberal areas.

I was going to ask, From where do you draw your inspiration, but it sounds like ...
Every person I cross, basically. I love to people watch, and ... from my heart. And the Earth.

It sounds like the stuff you find at garage sales might help too.
Oh, yeah!

You don’t really work in collections, you’re just always working?
I just make moody skirts. The way I’ve been thinking of it is, I’m trying to empower women. I’m bringing pants that used to be for men and then pulling the women forward. And, you know, everyone’s kind of getting into a uniform, or a certain hat, and my stuff is really — everyone’s wanting to express themselves. I notice a lot of tattoos, I wear a tattoo, but my stuff is, you can take it off at the end of the day. You can go to work and it’s less permanent, but yet you can express yourself with my wares.

Do you think of it as a feminist thing, what you do?
Yeah. It’s feminist. Yeah. I do.

How many pieces are you doing for this show?
I think I have nine or 10 looks so far. I’m just going to kind of cap things off there. I think I did probably seven or eight last year. This year I was kind of ... I wasn’t really going to do it, I’ve got so much on my plate right now, between the market and then I’m learning how to make garden signs. Well, I’m learning how to make routered signs by my husband. And so I've been knee deep in that, too...

How many skirts do you make? How long does it take to make a skirt?
Anywhere from two to 10 hours. It dpeends on the skirt and how intricate it can get. Usually about four hours. I started 15 this week, but I think I’ll only finish with six. I like to do them in batches now, where I go through a step process for reach one. I’ll do all the matching of the fabric, and then I’ll do all the sewing it in — well, first I have to cut up the jeans, so that’s a process. And then the last thing I do is add some sort of appliqued little image ... and then the last thing I put on is my label. I go through a step process and do them in batches now.

So you’re branching out into routered signs but you’re not making any other kinds of clothes, are you?
No. I’m doing, I do a lot of, at home I do a lot of gardening, so ... and my husband has all these tools. He’s 44 years older than me, and he’s a retired signmaker, so we have all these tools. I was labeling alll my little things in the garden and my son was helping me do that. I’m learning how to play with these wood tools and then we just kind of [went] from there.

I’m pushing garden signs also but my husband is — he does a lot of poetry on the side, and we just mailed a letter to Pete DeFazio and asked him — I asked him to come down to the market and pick up a quagmire garden sign. I know this is strange, but WWII had victory gardens, and this war is not ging to be a victory. Time magazine even said that that we’re, that the Afghanistan war is in a quagmire. So I’d like people to possibly pick up a sign and take a picture of their garden with the quagmire sign. But that’s just another project.

Is there anything that we’ve not really covered about what you’re working on that you’d like to talk about?
No, I just. I’m just sewing and gardening and being myself.

All Together Now skirts are available at the Saturday Market and Redoux Parlour.