Father-son bonding over the 2014 Portland Jazz Festival.
My first clear musical memory is walking into my dad’s
wood shop and hearing the opening bars of John Coltrane’s “Giant Steps”
on his dust-caked boom box. It certainly wasn’t the first t
You have to start with the pinwheel.
When I first started
attending Trail Blazers games in 2003, the team’s brand was suffering.
This was not because the Blazers were bad: The squad had finish
[MOOD PIECES] There’s no way around it: Swim, the
fourth album by local jazz institution Blue Cranes, is as heady and dark
as anything the group has done in its six years together. The big
[POP OPERA] Concept albums demand some suspension of disbelief and a little imagination from the listener. When the story being related is in the realm of epic fantasy, as is the case with Morni
[PSYCH-GARAGE FOREVER] I am not the target audience for
throwback garage rock. It’s hard for me to see the point of taking
something that was so vital in its day and cloning it for modern
Barry Harris with Chuck Israels and Mel Brown (Friday, Feb. 15, at Jimmy Mak’s)
Pianist Barry Harris, still sharp and
dextrous at 83, is one of the last great bebop innovators we have, and
32 ways to distract yourself during the dark days to come.
Only the strong survive Stumptown winters with all their
marbles in the bag. Even those who claim to love the rainy season know
that the gray, low-hanging clouds always transform from familiar fri
Food Reviews & Stories
Keener minds than mine spent much of the latest election
cycle confronting and debunking the myth of the Good Old Days. You know
the ones: You could buy a brand-new hot rod on one month’s pay, a