Urban Honking

“Q: Your image has been very negative in the media and with the referees, but it seems now that we’ve met you, it seems somewhat uncalled for. Is this your ultimate moment of glory til you win the title, this game, your performance and team performance? Is this moment right now your ultimate get-back on […]

Game four, fourth quarter, one minute on the clock, Pistons have an eight-point lead, cameramen zoom on traces of tear collecting in a single Karl-Mallone-eye, and my housemate John Blasioli and I—Sheed lovers til death do us part—get emo in the ’04 sense of the word: Me: “I feel like I could go start a […]

Last night, United State of Electronica: LIFE IS AWESOME. Danced til sweat smeared glitter mascara all the way down to my lip. Slipped on a floor of spilled Sparks. They aced my base. Seattle posi-core, 2004: six-piece, Up with People party jams, prime-time, ’cause love is free. Anthemic w/ZERO underlying, ambiguously misanthropic Andrew WK vibe. […]

I’m serious. From “More Reasons to love Sheed”: * “Showed up at his first press conference in Portland with a t-shirt that read ‘Fuck What Ya Heard.’” * ‘During a Blazers practice, coach Maurice Cheeks was talking with reporters when Wallace strolled past en route to the locker room: Wallace: “Say something!” Cheeks: “They’re trying […]

The pain… at times it’s been too much to bear. Remember those days? We had some good times, right, baby? That’s right. But, baby, it’s cool. I support you. Your happiness is my peace. P.S. definitely read “100 Reasons to Love Rasheed” aka the Gangsta Report. Number 26: “Under his personal directory in the 1994 […]

Hmm. Apparently, Lifesavas are so banockers for my wild style (okay… and my complimentary Libretto/Misfit Massive piece), they have requested to play the Mercury party, too. You really want to go. Sabala’s, doors at 9. Five stupid dollars. Libretto (w/ Lifesavas) United State of Electronica Swarming Hordes Plus 480 cans of Sparks, spotted earlier today […]

New Cardio Caliente instructor, from Chile: merengue, mambo, salsa, cha-cha. Some more merengue, with a mambo thrown in. She plays Cabas (who I love). I try to play it cool, but she dances me off the planet. Smash TV for breakfast: bites down hard. Say, if you’re in PDX tomorrow, the Mercury‘s having its four-year […]

My beloved browser Safari’s sole unbeloved quality: Netscape/Apple feed is my homepage on lock. Today, though, this has served me well, because I am the proud recipient of an unending CNN newsfeed regarding the location of Ronald Reagan’s corpse. Yesterday, Ronald’s corpse was at home, but then it was moved to the Capitol. It took […]

Oh! oh! Also, last night, at Best of the Northwest Film Fest, saw a Vancouver, BC narrative mini-feature, Why the Anderson Children Didn’t Come To Dinner, directed by Jamie Travis. Three glum, chubby but malnourished-looking children live with their obsessive-compulsive mother, who cooks disgusting feasts of meat—four cartons of eggs, stacks of greasy toast, roasted […]

Have you ever seen a class of slightly fatigued kindergartners, hushed with love as their teacher reads them fairy tales? Yeah, that was the Joanna Newsom show. Berbati’s is a Portland venue notorious for its invasive constant din during sets. Last night, even stumbling-in Rose Festival stragglers kept reverent silence, in a way I’ve never […]