“If you wanted to get stabbed in Beaverton, where would go?” my companion asked the bartender and a couple of patrons at the Broadway Saloon, which is right on the tracks in our western, suburban neighbor.
Without hesitation they answered, “Monty’s.” We began walking there and on the way found a taco truck called Mexico [...]

Throughout our stay in Missoula over the past week, Mark, Michael and I have continually been mistaken for a band. An older fellow in a bar was actually able to pick out Mark as the frontman and Michael and I as the rhythm section without talking to us. The photo to left is a good [...]

In honor of Passover, I present an FFW on a Jew’s harp player I encountered about a week ago in Seattle, because, well, nothing particularly Jewwy happened to me this week in Portland.
Okay, so Jew’s harps don’t actually have anything to do with Judaism, but I just wanted to tell the story of one [...]

While hunting for somethin’ to do in the ‘Couv for this story, motorcycle racer Becky Ohlsen and I found ourselves in some awkward situations. Amongst the drunken squares givin’ it up for covers at Mojo’s, we were out of place. But next door at the windowless Elbow Room we felt embraced by sleazy vibe [...]

When artists make a work in homage to another work, it’s sort of a gamble if the creator of the original work will appreciate the compliment. The Misfits forced the great (and now defunct) hardcore band American Nightmare to change their name, which was borrowed from a song title. That’s pretty lame.
When I wrote [...]