Friday, May 13

Nick Jaina's Little Box of Lies: If You had to Perform a Show but Weren't Allowed to Sing or Play Music, You'd be left with Stand-Up Comedy

Music It took me a long time to realize that no matter what we do or how old we get, we'll never stop tell... More

May 13, 2011 01:52 pm by Nick Jaina  | Comments 0
 

Cut of the Day: Mimicking Birds, "Wormholes" (Unreleased Demo)

Music I went to see Mimicking Birds frontman Nate Lacy at Al's Den the other night (he's there every night... More

May 12, 2011 12:05 pm by CASEY JARMAN  | Comments 0
 

Video: Red Fang, "Wires"

Music  Okay, the folks at Monster Energy Drink—the official energy drink of Red Fang—aren't offer... More

May 12, 2011 11:29 am by CASEY JARMAN  | Comments 0
 

Wampire Tour Diary: The Psychedelic Nightmare of a '70s Burner who Poured too much Acid in his Beer (SoCal)

Music A NIGHT AT THE ROGGZBURY or EASTER SUNDAY WITH WAMPIRE The gear was still set up at Anna's house from our BBQ house show the night before—the fog had all dissipated but the blue stage light remained on, illuminating the empty beer cans and ridiculous amount of Taco Bell wrappers (Thanks Jordan Tinder). While we waited for the hours to pass before the short drive to Rocky's Dad's pad, we jammed in the living room, Rocky preaching the Easter gospel, over Eric's Bob Seger System inspired blues riffs. As the lazy California sun began its long, slow retreat from the moon, we piled into the minivan, leaving the quiet neighborhood of Occidental students and entering a world unlike any I've seen before: a small, man-made island 45 minutes South of LA. A place where magical bicycles ride themselves, the limousine chauffeurs sing as well as they drive, and not only is Elvis still alive, he's in a band with Slash and the drummer from KISS, singing metal versions of his own hits. In Newport Beach on some man made Island there is a huge house that's loads of fun! This fun house belongs to Guy and Grandma Tinder. Let me tell you about it. It was two days after we played with Woods and No Joy in Lost Angeles. Here’s a write-up about the show and a pretty great Jim Morrison-esque picture of Eric. ... More

May 12, 2011 10:58 am by Wampire  | Comments 0
 

White Fang Tour Diary: Hurling into Marfa (Marfa, TX)

Music Day 29, "Magic Marfa" Wow. You know, people talk about Marfa, Texas a lot. Just wiki that shit if you don't know the deal. It really is pretty amazing, to be honest. Tim Johnson, who runs the Marfa Book Co. in "downtown" Marfa, set us up to the point where we didn't have to worry about a single thing. When we showed up there was two pizzas, a cooler full of Corona and Lone Star and even a bottle of Knob Creek. We were elated by his generosity. ... More

May 12, 2011 10:48 am by White Fang  | Comments 0
 

Photo Review: Thao and Mirah at Wonder Ballroom, Sunday, May 15

Music  Ro Tam has been real busy lately, taking rock and roll photographs left and right for us. But ... More

May 10, 2011 04:31 pm by Ro Tam  | Comments 0
 
 
 
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by Nick Jaina 05.13.2011 3 hours ago
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Nick Jaina's Little Box of Lies: If You had to Perform a Show but Weren't Allowed to Sing or Play Music, You'd be left with Stand-Up Comedy

Music It took me a long time to realize that no matter what we do or how old we get, we'll never stop telling the story of our lives. And it's not just because the story keeps changing, although that's part of it. But there will always be someone that hasn't heard your story, even if you just finished telling your story perfectly five minutes ago and you're on your death bed and you don't feel like telling it again.

The danger of having stories to tell is that you'll grow weary of repeating them. If you're a performing songwriter and you want your songs to have meaning, and you want to perform those songs for people and let them in on the meaning, just remember that you can never stop telling those stories.

In my somewhat financially-dictated quest to explore whether I can put on a compelling solo show, I've been looking to stand-up comedy for inspiration. Not that I'm trying to be funny or come up with jokes, but I'm fascinated with how a great stand-up comedian can command a room with nothing but his or her mind. Often they're not even great performers in the theatrical sense, they just have a relentless desire to strip away their defenses and leave themselves honest and open.

Performing comedy can be a lot like performing music, except that musicians can always take extended guitar solos instead of talking about their genitals. Comedians are essentially FORCED to talk about their genitals. They are up there alone for up to an hour and need some way of making themselves vulnerable. Discussion of the genitals is always one route to vulnerability. Musicians can talk between songs in a similar way to stand-up comedy and they may even be charming and funny, but if they start bombing with that they always have the safety net of saying, "Well enough talking, let's play a song… Two, THREE, FOUR!!" And then the audience forgives them for saying something inane a second ago. But comedians have to push through that awkwardness. If they start telling their jokes and nobody laughs they have to keep going. They have to dig in and see if they can get people to come over to their side. It's kind of fascinating in a way that makes me feel a little sorry them. Plus, they are only able to succeed on one level. A musician measures his success at a show by many factors: whether the audience applauded or danced or held their lovers' hands or a dozen other heartening occurrences. Comedians are only successful if they get laughs. I'm not the first person to make the observation that music and comedy are very similar. They are both dependent on rhythm and timing, dynamics, intimacy and terror, among other things. But musicians can always hide behind something, and comedians have nowhere to hide.

I went to the UCB Theater in Los Angeles the other night to see the Comedy Bang Bang showcase. It cost five dollars to sit in a hundred-seat theater with the promise of seeing a handful of unspecified comedians. The first was Jen Kirkman, who was rehearsing a set she was going to be doing later that week on Conan. After she finished, the audience had a ripple of surprise when the host said, "And now here's Patton Oswalt!"

Patton told the audience that he was preparing to record a new comedy album in Seattle that weekend and was fine-tuning some new material. He read subjects from his notebook and did little bits on Disneyland, malls and handwriting. He's a very good comedian, and it was fascinating to get to see him work on material that he wasn't completely sure of. At one point he said that he hopes the FBI never bugs his car because what he does to entertain himself while he's driving alone is similar to what you'd expect from an unstable and dangerous individual. He then did a minute of examples of this: stupid made-up songs, silly noises, weird gibberish, the same sort of crazy things we all do to entertain ourselves. The bit got a few laughs and he started to move on to something else and then said, "Man, if I'm going to do that bit, I just have to go for it. I've got to stand in front of that theater and just keep doing those sounds for an uncomfortably long period of time." Which is essentially what any comedian or musician needs to do: Sell it. Believe in your material so much that people start to question your sanity before they question your commitment.

There is something else that comedians do well by necessity that musicians could learn something from, and that is connecting to the audience. It's easy for a musician to hide behind his instrument and blow through his setlist without considering where he is or who he's performing for. It's harder to allow the audience inside his walls. Great comedians acknowledge the space that they're in, how big it is, the constraints and limitations of it. They gauge the mood of the audience and how responsive it is. They have to do this to survive. Musicians can easily bypass that whole consideration, but I think they do it to the detriment of their art. That doesn't mean that a musician has to stop in the middle of tuning his guitar to say to someone in the audience, "Where are you from, sir? Cleveland?!" But every audience member, whether they acknowledge it or not, comes to a performance for a personal connection. They want to know that the performer KNOWS he's in Portland or wherever, that there is something different and unique about this show than all the others, even if all the songs are the same. Some wink, or nod that we are all here now, that this is a moment that is occurring and the only moment of our lives. It's surprising how often musicians fail to do that. It's hard to remember that it is currently now, RIGHT NOW, and that we can always share that knowledge of the moment with the people around us. I forget to do it all the time.

I saw the great comedian Louis C.K. in New York a few months ago. He has dedicated himself to working up a new hour of material every year and never revisiting old stuff, which is a rigorous work ethic for a comedian to have. It would be like a band coming up with a new hour of music every year and never playing old songs. I wanted to see if Louis C.K. did anything performance-wise that was different from just a normal guy on a stage. Indeed, he has no particular theatricality to him, no special body awareness or physical humor. He IS just a guy on a stage talking about what's in his head. What makes him special is of course that his thoughts are brilliant and funny, and that he allows himself to talk about potentially embarrassing subjects without flinching. After seeing him I decided I wanted to try stand-up comedy just once, not because I thought I would be successful at it, but rather because I thought I'd bomb and learn a lot from bombing. I wanted to go to an open mic and just try for three to five minutes. I still haven't done it. I think it comes down to being afraid to be that vulnerable on stage. I'd like to get to the point where I'm not even slightly afraid of being myself in front of people, where I don't care whether people might be turned off be what I might say, where I'm trying to please anyone. Someday maybe I'll have the confidence to do that. Just once.

 
 
by CASEY JARMAN 05.12.2011 29 hours ago
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Cut of the Day: Mimicking Birds, "Wormholes" (Unreleased Demo)

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I went to see Mimicking Birds frontman Nate Lacy at Al's Den the other night (he's there every night at 7 pm until this Saturday—highly recommended) and I was struck by how much maturing he has done in the year since I last caught him with his band. Alone on the new basement club's dim-lit stage with just his two guitars, a microphone and a half-finished beer, he rarely stopped to speak to the 20 or so folks in attendance, but he didn't need to. Lacy's songs are deep conversations—the kind you share with good friends while staring up at the open sky; the kind you have when you're high, because when you're not high it's all a bit too much to think about and besides, having these conversations makes you sound like you're high.

Those big, scary thoughts—about the nature of consciousness and the universe and time—make their way into Lacy's music. He's at peace with this kind of thinking: One assumes this is why the guy is so quiet and why a song about the sun turning into a black hole—one of the many images painted on this brand new full-band demo track, "Wormholes"—can sound so personal. Having ingested and internalized his questions to the universe, Lacy is able to spit them back out as calm and meditative compositions that talk about ever-expanding "nothingness" just as easily and romantically as they talk about the pain of growing up.

As mature as Lacy has become with his peculiar songwriting niche, he seems even more confident with playing them in person. From his inspired vocal delivery to his circular guitar plucking and occasional knob-twiddling, Lacy seems to have it all figured out. On Monday, as the lanky young songwriter crafted a layered introduction to "Burning Stars," I noticed that the smattering of pedals at his feet had what looked like little sails sticking up from them. Upon closer inspection, Lacy had twisted wires around the most frequently used knobs on his pedals and wrapped tape around the excess wire that ran skyward so that he could nudge them with the toe of his shoe when he wanted reverb on his vocals or subtle distortion in his guitar tone. I'm not sure that Lacy pioneered this technique, but the homemade quality of the modifications seemed, to me, to be indicative of the way he makes his music: Mimicking Birds' meticulously detailed songs often sound like Lacy's attempts to recreate his dreams from the night before. And it's nice, it turns out, to live in someone else's dream for awhile.

SEE IT: Nate Lacy plays Al's Den at the Crystal Hotel tonight, tomorrow night and Saturday night at 7 pm. It's free and it's very good. 21+.


 
 
by CASEY JARMAN 05.12.2011 29 hours ago
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Video: Red Fang, "Wires"

Music

 Okay, the folks at Monster Energy Drink—the official energy drink of Red Fang—aren't offering an embed code, but this Red Fang video, for "Wires" off new record Murder the Mountains, is one of the best videos ever. [Oh, it's directed by Whitey McConaughey, of course.] That is all. Check that shit out, now.

RED FANG, "WIRES"

 
 
by Wampire 05.12.2011 30 hours ago
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Wampire Tour Diary: The Psychedelic Nightmare of a '70s Burner who Poured too much Acid in his Beer (SoCal)

Music A NIGHT AT THE ROGGZBURY or EASTER SUNDAY WITH WAMPIRE

The gear was still set up at Anna's house from our BBQ house show the night before—the fog had all dissipated but the blue stage light remained on, illuminating the empty beer cans and ridiculous amount of Taco Bell wrappers (Thanks Jordan Tinder). While we waited for the hours to pass before the short drive to Rocky's Dad's pad, we jammed in the living room, Rocky preaching the Easter gospel, over Eric's Bob Seger System inspired blues riffs.

As the lazy California sun began its long, slow retreat from the moon, we piled into the minivan, leaving the quiet neighborhood of Occidental students and entering a world unlike any I've seen before: a small, man-made island 45 minutes South of LA. A place where magical bicycles ride themselves, the limousine chauffeurs sing as well as they drive, and not only is Elvis still alive, he's in a band with Slash and the drummer from KISS, singing metal versions of his own hits.

In Newport Beach on some man made Island there is a huge house that's loads of fun! This fun house belongs to Guy and Grandma Tinder. Let me tell you about it. It was two days after we played with Woods and No Joy in Lost Angeles. Here’s a write-up about the show and a pretty great Jim Morrison-esque picture of Eric. 

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by White Fang 05.12.2011 30 hours ago
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White Fang Tour Diary: Hurling into Marfa (Marfa, TX)

Music Day 29, "Magic Marfa"

Wow. You know, people talk about Marfa, Texas a lot. Just wiki that shit if you don't know the deal.

It really is pretty amazing, to be honest. Tim Johnson, who runs the Marfa Book Co. in "downtown" Marfa, set us up to the point where we didn't have to worry about a single thing. When we showed up there was two pizzas, a cooler full of Corona and Lone Star and even a bottle of Knob Creek. We were elated by his generosity.

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by Ro Tam 05.10.2011 3 days ago
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Photo Review: Thao and Mirah at Wonder Ballroom, Sunday, May 15

Music

 Ro Tam has been real busy lately, taking rock and roll photographs left and right for us. But we're glad she caught this show from Thao & Mirah, who were touring on a new album of the same name. Here are Ro's 40 photos from the show.






 
 
by CASEY JARMAN 05.10.2011 3 days ago
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A Special New Band: Hurry Up!

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Now you can see why I leave the photo editing to that other local music blog

In any case, this weekend marks the debut of a new band with some familiar faces: Hurry Up, featuring Kathy Foster and Westin Glass of the mighty Thermals alongside Maggie Vail (K Records/ DJ Magic Beans/ Bangs), is so new that there's no press photo or video or music to go with this hackjob band image. But we're still super excited about it.

You may remember that the Thermals' Hutch Harris has recently began playing some solo shows under the name Forbidden Friends—don't worry, the Thermals aren't breaking up. In fact, this whole thing can only be good for Portland, good for the Thermals and god dammit, good for America. Here's where you can catch Hurry Up this weekend:

Firstly, you can catch the band at Sound + Vision Fest at the Hollywood Theater. Press release follows:

May 13 at 7pm: Carrie Brownstein (Portlandia, Wild Flag, Sleater Kinney) will curate Friday night's festivities. Carrie's most recent project includes WILD FLAG, formed with former Sleater-Kinney drummer Janet Weiss, former Helium guitarist and singer Mary Timony, and Rebecca Cole of The Minders and of course, Portlandia. Carrie will screen "Who Took the Bomp: Le Tigre on Tour." Hurry Up (featuring members of the Thermals) will close the night with their debut performance.
Wow, lots to like there, and the Hollywood's whole weekend is pretty stellar. Tickets won't last long.

Next up, you can see the band at East End this Saturday night with the aforementioned Hutch Harris solo project, Forbidden Friends, [nope, just a typo on the show poster...] plus New York's Xray Eyeballs and Seattle's Grave Babies.


 
 
by CASEY JARMAN 05.09.2011 3 days ago
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Live Review: WW's Best New Band Show

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Photos by Ben Johnson

I'll warn you now, the phrase "live review" is going to be a little misleading.

WW's annual Best New Band showcase is the most rewarding thing I've ever been a part of. Though it wasn't my brainchild—former WW Music Editor Mark Baumgarten came up with the poll back in 2003, with Menomena taking the first-ever BNB title—I've adopted it and nurtured it in my years here at the paper.

The annual poll, issue and concert are immensely rewarding:

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by LocalCut 05.09.2011 4 days ago
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Live Review: Beach Fossils at (the new) Berbati's Pan, Monday, May 9

Music Because we were predisposed over at our Best New Band showcase, we sent local photog extroardinaire to the new "Ted's Berbati's Pan" to shoot Beach Fossils and get a peek at the new space. Here's what she had to say:

With only slightly less standing room, Berbati's is still Berbati's—and Brooklyn still knows how to churn out fashionable young jangle pop bands. Last night Beach Fossils christened the venue formerly known as Berbati's, now called 'Teds' after the late owner who passed away last year. The space has been rearranged by ditching the bar off to the side of the lounge area and moving the main entrance to the alley on SW Ankeny. Playing a night of young pop-influenced sounds, Beach Fossils sounded like a less fuzzy version of the Pains of Being Pure at Heart (also from Brooklyn). Supporting bands included another Pains of Being Pure at Heart-sounding band called Craft Spells and a Clark Kent and Lois Lane version of Glass Candy called Soft Metals. Pretty much everything about the show seemed familiar, which isn't always a bad thing. —Ro Tam



 
 
by CASEY JARMAN 05.09.2011 4 days ago
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Video Round-Up: Big Pauper, Sexbots, Animal Farm and more

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Damn! It's Monday morning and my inbox is flooded with local music videos. First, one from Big Pauper, the excellent Portland producer whose album  Beyond My Means dropped last month. 

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