Dancing
and Comedy Picks
My confidante and bodyguard, Chameleon Ross, had to meet a
"contact" at the Brazen Bean one recent crappy night.
I like a well-shaken cocktail as well as the next man (in
fact, usually a hell of a lot more), but this particular
night came after a week in which events of the equestrian
persuasion failed to provide the results predicted by Max
Malt. So unfortunate. Upwardly mobile drinking would be
left to Chameleon, and I'd have to slop through cheaper
suds.
I hate going down to Magic Gardens when I can't
tip the girls the way I like, so I walked into the slime-slick
streets of Northwest PDX. Thank the Love of Mike, it ain't
all critically hip on the fancy-boy side of Burnside. There
are still places where honest men drink honest beer.
Like I wandered into Yur's Lounge (717 NW 16th Ave.,
224-0160) to find an ad hoc committee of radical cab drivers
and defrocked archeologists in session. A thick-armed guy
with a well-clipped beard-'n'-stache set held forth at length
on a voyage he made from Chile to Colombia on a raft. Sailing
like the Original Americans sailed, he and some nautical
pals faced the high seas, wood-devouring oceanic worms and
piratical threats.
"We went 30 miles out from the coast," he said, as I waved
to the bartendress for a budget Bud. "We were warned about
pirate attacks if we came any closer than that. There
are these guys who'll pull up to ships in little fishing
boats, machine-gun everyone on board and take whatever you've
got.
"With worms eating the raft anyway, we didn't want to deal
with that."
The archeo's drinking comrade, a subversive Radio Cab
hack who seemed a little buccaneering himself, explained
everything: "All of us who went to PSU, we're kind of an
odd lot."
Hey, no apologies necessary. In Yur's welcoming clutches,
I was ready for theorizing of all sorts. Then I trucked
a few blocks away to Cal-Sports (1033 NW 16th Ave.,
223-0099). I drank about half of a $1 glass of Bud, scoped
roughnecks screwing together their own pool sticks and the
giggling squadron of youngish soror-ettes mooking through
obscene karaoke. I formed a theory of my own and dropped
the half-decapitated King of Beers on the table. Not for
Max, this scene.
A haul across the neighborhood, Crackerjacks (2788
NW Thurman St., 222-9096) didn't harbor much of a scene
at all. A shave-headed biker type discussed the merits of
Canadian tobacco with a brother-in-leather. A crop-topped
cutenik shot stick with her boytoy. I must have been a little
drunk, because I accidentally bought a microbrew I had to
pay for ($3.25--outrage).
Fortunately, I invested the loose change in the pinball
machine in back, a cybernetic number ladied over by a sexy
pictorial girl robot. As the multiball kicked in, the beautiful
people seemed far away, and I couldn't spare a care.
DANCING
MILONGA BERRETIN
Argentine tango.
918 SW Yamhill St., 222-4691
9 pm Saturday, Feb. 5
$5
ZYDECO DANCE
Featuring Thomas "Big Hat" Fields.
Scandia Hall, 1125 SE Morrison St., 977-9239
7 pm Sunday, Feb. 6
$12
COMEDY
ROCKY LAPORTE
Italian stallion stand-up.
Harvey's Comedy Club, 436 NW 6th Ave., 241-0338
8
pm Wednesday, Thursday and Sunday;
8 and 10:30 pm Friday; 6:30, 9 and 11:30 pm Saturday, Feb.
2-6.
$8-$10.
DUMPED AND DIVORCED
Starring J.P. Linde and Art Krug.
It's a Beautiful
Pizza
3341 SE Belmont St., 940-7405
8:30 pm Thursday-Saturday, Feb. 3-5
$10 advance, $12 door
COMEDYSPORTZ
Mano-a-mano improv ha-ha.
1963 NW Kearney St., 236-8888
9 pm Friday, 7:30 and 9:30 pm Saturday, Feb. 4-5
$10
ERIC SIVERTSON
Stand-up.
Jimmy Mak's, 300 NW 10th Ave., 295-6542
9 pm Monday, Feb. 7
$3
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Willamette Week | originally
published February 2,
2000
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