It’s a far cry from sitting on a bucket, in the frozen middle of a windswept pond, waiting for a flag to pop up on your trap. It’s kind of luxurious. It’s warm and fun. It’s hardly like ice fishing at all. I’m talking about winter smelt fishing at one of the half-dozen establishments that […]
“I don’t even want to make a guess at how many hours it took,” the director said. “I got lost in the edit. I sometimes sat there for eight hours at a stretch.”
Christmas music in Portland sank to a new low on Saturday. But judging by the tapping toes and toothy grins, people couldn’t be happier about it.
Woody Guthrie, a folk-singing hero of mine who served in the merchant marine during WWII and wrote “This Land is Your Land,” used to sport a sticker on his guitar that read: This machine kills fascists. It was his nod to the power of music and its ability to bring people together in a cause. […]
I remain convinced that one of the great tragedies in racist American history is that Chuck’s only number one record was “My Ding-a-Ling” in 1972. Pat Boone had six number one hits. Let that sink in for a minute.
Like a rare rockabilly 45 rpm record, the origins of King Memphis are enveloped in the scratchy crackle and hiss of times long gone.
The series, released under the pair’s Animal Magnetism moniker and in conjunction with the Portland Symphony Orchestra, sends strangers together to a concert.
Spose saw the video portraying his story coming up as an independent artist and showcasing his journey, starting from nothing, to making it to where he is today
“OK, I think that some rocks just got moved,” Van West said over the phone on Sunday morning, talking about the momentum she feels building.
“Looking at all the bad stuff going on in the world, our country, our towns or neighborhoods,” she wrote, “how many of those things happened because people sat down and played music together? Exactly none.”