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Ballet + folk + beer = Uprising.

Thursday, November 5th, 2009

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Don’t have any plans tonight? You ought to get over to Mississippi Studios and see Uprising, a short performance that a handful of talented Oregon Ballet Theatre dancers have created with achingly wonderful local folk band Horse Feathers. It is well worth it’s $15 ticket price and tonight is the last of its three shows.

Uprising is a new program that brings ballet to unconventional venues and basically aims to show the non-tutu crowd that classical dance doesn’t have such a stick up its collective butt. It’s the brainchild of OBT soloist Candace Bouchard who wanted to, well, give her fellow company members something awesome to do while they’re off contract with the ballet. Each dancer is essentially “laid off” for a number of weeks during the year depending on which shows they are in. This year, Bouchard is only working 25 weeks with OBT.  “I wanted to find more work for dancers. We work really hard in season but I only have 25 weeks this year…” she explained. “We need to find a way to stay in shape…and make some extra cash.” She circled back to her idea of this being a way to draw in a new audience for ballet, too. “Not everybody wants to sit in a 3,000 seat theater for three hours [to watch a show]” she says. “There’s a lot of misconceptions about ballet. I think we as a company have to reach out to a new community.”

Granted, in a town that boasts shows from dance companies from across the globe every month thanks to White Bird, crazy ass contemporary and experimental work at TBA and increasingly stylish, technically savvy performances from OBT itself, you’d think people would have figured out how wildly broad the spectrum of this whole ballet thing is by now. But if “dance education” in the future is going to equal intimate, in your face dancing with live backing from great bands in places where I can drink beer. then, by all means, I will back up the idea that we are still all hopeless, culturally bereft rubes.

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Back to the show: Last night, Bouchard’s idea blossomed into a rich, winsome performance in the small—by ballet performance standards—confines of Mississippi Studios. Horse Feathers’ Justin Ringle and crew plucked out their delicate yet earthy odes on guitars, mandolins and even on the saw up in the balcony while below them OBT dancers Ansa Deguchi, Olga Krochik, Leta Biasucci, Steven Houser and Lucas Threefoot joined Bouchard for a series of small solos, duets and group work, their jetes and sweeping arm movements constantly bringing them dangerously close to the edge of the club’s tiny stage—and sometimes over it.

It’s clear in every step of Bouchard’s choreography that she digs this band, as she matched playful, plucky footwork for a trio of one-upping ladies to the jauntier numbers or slid and slithered with partner Threefoot through a more emotional, passionate song. Yes, it’s still ballet, but this personal and bittersweet stuff, made even more charming by proximity. Nothing makes a crowd appreciate a tough lift than when they can actually see how hard a dancer must grip his partner in order to make sure she doesn’t faceplant into the floor. Or how much muscle control it takes to hike your foot over your head and then freeze it there for six seconds. It’s the same kind of intimacy that always made OBT Exposed, the summertime, in the park practice series that the company discontinued last year, so amazing.

“THAT WAS SWEET!!!” an enthusiastic crowd member yelled after Steven Houser dispatched a tough solo that at one point had him thumping his heels as if providing percussion for the band above. And it was—both the dancing as well as the idea that you can scream encouragement to a ballet dancer the way you’d casually bust out for a request for “Free Bird.” That’s exactly what made the evening special—and should make out-of-the-box ballet shows like this a regular occurrence for a company that must lure new fans.

It’s not perfect: An odd lack of chairs meant standing room only (and obstructed views) for half of the crowd at the club. And, as the evening progressed and more pints were guzzled, the irritating group of Chihuahua-sized girls next to me only got louder and drunker in their attempts to communicate during the performance. (Direct quote delivered in stage whisper about dancer Lucas Threefoot by a woman in fringe boots: “TRES LEG! We love tres leg. How…how..how do you say foot in Spanish?”)

Irritants aside, it’s a cool format for seeing ballet. Bouchard hopes to remount the show with Horse Feathers in January and maybe create a whole second show with a new band sometime after that. “This is definitely something I want to continue,” she says. “I do have a seven week layoff this spring…”

GO: Uprising at Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi Ave., 288-3895. 8 pm Thursday, Nov. 5. $15. Info at obt.org/uprising.

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Trashed @ 35 opening party tonight at Backspace.

Thursday, November 5th, 2009

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People do weird things with their copies of Willamette Week. We were so intrigued by the photos a local artist named Klutch sent us earlier this summer showing the artworks he created by doodling on his new copy of WW at Meat Cheese Bread each week that we decided to mount an entire gallery show devoted to trashing our newspaper covers.

With help from Klutch and WW vis arts critic Richard Speer, we picked a handful of local artists, from painters Alexis Mollomo and Josh Arseneau to installation master and tattoo artist Dan Gilsdorf, gave then the choice of using of one of five Willamette Week covers and told them they had three weeks to embellish, trash, tear apart and re-use it in any way they liked. As long as their art project used the original newspaper cover in some way, it was cool with us. Check out artist Pedro Dorsey’s version of our March 25, 2009 “Pet Sounds” cover, above.

You can check out the rest of the project’s startlingly creative results, which involve everything from oil paints and thread to wood blocks and tiny clay skeletons, when the show opens tonight at Backspace. Klutch even remixed an entire WW blue box for the show (scroll down for photos). A bunch of the show’s artists will be on hand to explain exactly how and why they totally trashed Willamette Week.

A huge thank you to all the participating artists: Josh Arseneau, Tom Cramer, Lydia Crumbley, Pedro Dorsey, Tripper Dunnigan, Dan Gilsdorf, Jason Graham, Chris Haberman, Klutch, Eva Lake, Alexis Mollomo, J. Shea, Brett Superstar.

GO: Trashed @ 35: A gallery showing of Willamette Week newspaper covers—remixed by local artists, shows at Backspace, 115 NW 5th Ave., 248-2900. Opening reception 5:30 pm Thursday, Nov. 5. Show closes Nov. 30.

Klutch’s Trashed @ 35 Willamette Week box:

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Updated with photos/links. Get Baked: The Sugar Cube is back starting Thursday.

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

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Updated Friday, Nov. 6: Okay, taste-tested and approved. Aside from all the pre-opening hoopla, it’s clear that the Sugar Cube’s still got some major sass, from the lava hot, savory-sweet explosion of its smoked salt-topped Ovaltine to its ridiculously rich “Beer.Cheese.Bacon” (see above)—a super-moist Guinness cake topped with ice cream, praline bacon and salty-good white cheddar. Jensen promised to try and use larger shavings of cheese next time for an extra salty punch. These cart desserts are special, and not just because they’re served on real china. Fun, newish PDX food blog Under the Table with Jen has an obsessive rundown on The Sugar Cube’s first day, here, so I’ll just let you read that for more details. Instead, here’s some pics of the new cart—inside and out—complete with gold cabinets and jeweled drawer pulls, and a unicorn begging for tips. (Sorry about the quality of the photos, WW’s digicam was damaged by a AirSoft rifle during Portland’s recent Zombie Apocalypse combat simulation. I’m serious.).

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The Sugar Cube owner Kir Jensen with her first dollar.

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As you might have heard, celebrated local baker Kir Jensen’s cute-as-pie downtown dessert cart The Sugar Cube—home of the addictive Highway to Heaven and Amy Winehouse cupcakes—is back from the dead after a seven month absence. But, oh what, you ask, does she have in stores for Portland’s sugar and fat junkies this time around when she opens up shop tomorrow, Thursday, Nov. 5 in her new pink cart (see photo below) at the Mississippi Marketplace food cart pod? Well, it involves beer and True Blood, of course.

Here’s some menu teasers (around $3-$7), straight from the redheaded Chicago gal’s mouth:

“Beer.Cheese.Bacon: Warm Guinness and ginger stout cake, topped with Fifty Licks vanilla bean ice cream, praline bacon crunch, shaved white cheddar, buckwheat honey drizzle. Booyah!

Cupcake of the week: First up? A homage to my favorite character on True Blood…”The Lafayette.” Red velvet cake, topped with vanilla bean cream cheese frosting…and a gold lame thong garnish. [Update 10 am Thursday, Nov. 5: Jensen says that The Lafayette will not be available today. She's still "searching for gold lame thong."]

Spiced, freshly pressed apple cider: infused with vanilla bean and ginger served with cinnamon stix, nutmeg and other goodness. Comes hot with a Tonali’s old fashioned glazed doughnut.”

Oh holy christ. As Jensen would say, that sounds like a “sugargasm.” The baker also promised some Thanksgiving take home specials later this month. We’ll report back after tomorrow’s opening. Follow The Sugar cube on Twitter for more updates.

The Sugar Cube at Mississippi Marketplace, corner of North Mississippi and Skidmore, www.thesugarcubepdx.com. Noon-closing (whenever she runs outta goods) Thursday-Sunday. Photos of Sugar Cube logo and new cart courtesy of Kir Jensen.

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Thanks, Comrade Obama: Now we have beer lines

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009

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At 2 pm this afternoon, Deschutes Brewery released the 2009 edition of The Abyss, a pitch-black seasonal imperial stout that’s developed a cult following since it debuted in 2007. Over 100 drinkers lined up outside Deschutes’ Portland pub to get their hands on the much-coveted brew, which retails for $12 per 22-ounce bottle and resells for about $36 on Ebay. All but 18 were men. Steve, at the front of the line, had been waiting for an hour and 15 minutes to get his six bottles (the per-person maximum). He wasn’t alone in buying the legal limit—the first dozen customers all purchased the six-pack. Want a bottle for yourself? You’d better get there quickly. The Pub expects to sell out before 5 pm, and the brew won’t be available from other retailers until the end of the week.
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Portland Opera Scores Philip Glass Record

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009

The contracts aren’t yet signed, and the legal beagles have yet to complete their sniffing and gnawing, but it seems highly probable that Portland Opera is about to make its first-ever recording — and it’s a big one. At an interview this morning, Opera spokeswoman Julia Sheridan and composer Philip Glass announced plans for Glass’s record label, Orange Mountain Music, to release the first recording of Glass’s 1993 opera Orphée, which the Opera is staging this weekend and next. The record company will use recordings of all four Opera performances to create the CD, which will be released (if all goes as hoped) sometime next year. Glass is almost inconceivably prolific, cranking out more music over a forty plus year career than just about any composer since Georg Philip Telemann a quarter millennium ago, and Orange Mountain was essentially created to preserve and disseminate the vast and still growing backlog of his music for films, operas, dance, theater works, and concerts. So a new Glass recording is hardly a rarity — the 72-year-old composer produces enough material from his New York studio for a dozen CDs (at least) every year. In fact, the opera provided him with a piano to use in composing during the few breaks he had while on his short stay in Portland. But for a relatively small regional opera company to make the first recording of a major opera by one of the 20th and 21st century’s greatest composers — probably the world’s best known living “classical” composer— is indeed a major Portland event, and a vindication of sorts for the company’s bold (and, in a recession, potentially risky) strategy of staging contemporary and other atypically adventurous music in a conservative genre whose main supporters tend to require vapors when confronted with anything but one of the endlessly repeated 19th-century warhorses. Apparently, Portland audiences have more intrepid ears. Glass said that an Austrian conductor was also interested in recording the score, but had dawdled, and once Glass heard Portland Opera’s rehearsal (using both company singers and performers, sets and stage director from the acclaimed 2007 Glimmerglass Opera re-staging of Orphée) last night, he said “this is the recording.” “It’s a beautiful company and beautiful conductor,” Glass said. “It’s going to be a very very nice recording.”

Natural Selection: Business at Dragon Herbarium Triples After Coverage

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009

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We just checked in with Bob Keith, owner of the Dragon Herbarium and purveyor of many of the legal, natural drugs in Oregon that we wrote about in this week’s cover story.

Apparently the story had an audience. Keith (pictured above) said his business has tripled since the article hit the stands. Last Saturday there were 15 cars backed up in the parking lot, he says.

“It was mostly middle-class and older people. … They were all hanging on to your newspaper,” Keith said around 2:30 p.m. Tuesday. “I’ve got six people waiting right now, so I gotta go.”

At Silver Spoon head shop, which was also mentioned in the story, a clerk who identified himself only as Jeremy said he’s had five or six new customers buy kratom since the story came out.

Bikes: Viagra for the Urban Landscape

Monday, November 2nd, 2009

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If our city planners have their way, Copenhagen will be the model for Portland’s urban transportation network. Mayor Adams has said he wants us to achieve the Danish city’s world leading levels of bicycle use  but we have a long way to go: bikes account for 55% of all trips there, and 37% of commutes; surprisingly, according to the Department of Transportation’s Cheryl Kuck, Portland doesn’t count the percentage of all trips and its comparable commuting number — near tops among large US cities and soaring in recent years — is a comparatively scanty 8%. And yet, Denmark’s best known advocate for Copenhagen biking and lifestyle claimed Thursday night that  “Copenhagen has no cyclists.” Say what?

Speaking, along with Adams, at last Thursday’s reception for Oregon Manifest’s Dreams on Wheels exhibit (up through Nov. 8 at 10th and Hoyt), Mikael Colville-Andersen said that rather than the self-identified cyclists we see in the US (further subdivided into tribes like racers, mountain bikers, and hipsters), Copenhagen has people who just happen to ride bikes to get where they need to go. “They don’t understand the fuss” over specialized bike clothes or accessories, he said. To Danes, and many Europeans in general, a bike is merely an appliance, like a vacuum cleaner, rather than the fetish object so worshiped, or vilified, here. Americans need to see bicycling as mainstream and normal rather than a subculture phenomenon, he said. (more…)

Friday Food Roundup

Friday, October 30th, 2009

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Nine businesses on North Killingsworth Street are throwing a Halloween crawl to benefit Ethos Music Center. Participants can buy tokens at Atomic Pizza, Saraveza or Hop & Vine (10 for $30) that can each be redeemed for the following:

Yorgos - Tater Tots, Well Drink or Draft Beer
Sagittarius – Chips & Salsa, Draft Beer or Well Drink
Atomic Pizza – Pepperoni/Cheese Slice, Salad or Beer
Hop & Vine – Mini Dessert, Small Bacon Wrapped Dates, Draft Beer or House wine
Eddie’s Pizza – Savory Pinwheel, Slice of Pizza or Draft Beer
Saraveza – Half pasty, Bowl of Soup, House wine or Draft Beer
Ducketts - Small Side Dish, Well Drink or Draft Beer
Red Fox – Cupcake or Spooky Vodka Drink served in a Pumpkin!
Chapel Pub – Cheese Burger, Gardenburger or Draft Beer

That’s a ton of food and booze for $3 a pop.

Looking for a fancier way to spend the weekend? There are still four seats left for Sunday night’s dinner with Cathy Whims at the Robert Reynolds Chef Studio. Whims rarely cooks for groups of fewer than 80 since she opened Nostrana, and this Venetian-themed four-course dinner, which includes pairings of Cameron Wines, is a chance to revisit the intimate meals she served at Genoa. Robert Reynolds Chefs Studio, 2818 SE Pine St., 544-1350. 6:30 pm Sunday, Nov. 1. $85.

The biggest day of autumn for lovers of hefty beer is coming: On Tuesday, Nov. 3, Deschutes Brewery releases the 2009 run of The Abyss, the Bend beer-maker’s extraordinary imperial stout. Thick, black and seriously high-proof, this is a special-occasion beer to be reckoned with. Deschutes celebrates with parties at both the Bend and Portland Public Houses. Enthusiasts line up down the block every year, and the Pub’s supply usually runs out within three hours. 210 NW 11th Ave. 2 pm Tuesday, Nov. 3.

The Dead Start to Walk in Their Masquerade: Michael Jackson’s This Is It Reviewed

Thursday, October 29th, 2009

Too soon? Not soon enough for WW press deadlines. But here’s a review of the Michael Jackson rehearsal documentary:

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It’s odd to think of Michael Jackson as “underappreciated.” Here’s a guy who entered the cultural bloodstream at 8 years old and never left, who’s sold more records worldwide than anyone else has or—it’s safe to say—ever will, who crowned himself the King of Pop without protest, who is considered by anyone alive between the late ’60s and early ’90s as the greatest entertainer of the last 30 years, if not of all time. Aside from John Lennon, it’s hard to imagine another 20th century artist more appreciated in their lifetime. And yet, there are still things for which Jackson doesn’t get enough credit. As a singer. As a musician. Hell, even as a performer.

If nothing else, This Is It—the de facto documentary cobbled together in the wake of Jackson’s death on June 25—helps flesh out the image of Michael Jackson as an all-around creative force. It’s not the rehearsal footage showing us the giant spectacle he had planned for his 50 scheduled shows at London’s O2 Arena that does it, either.

Yes, it would’ve been huge. And eye-popping. And, at points, garish and overblown. In other words, it’s what we would have expected from him. Sure, at age 50 and in questionable health, there were doubts he could pull off something on par with his past concert extravaganzas, and it is a bit of surprise to see him still moving so fluidly and singing so wonderfully, especially after learning about the daily cocktail of drugs he was supposedly consuming in his final days. But, deep down, none of us would have bet against him. This is somebody who probably spent as much time in his half-century on the planet dancing as he did walking. He lived his entire life on stage. Zonked out on painkillers or not, we knew he’d deliver.

But it’s the small moments, captured between the run-throughs and videotaped vignettes, that reveal a side of Jackson not often seen—that of the gentle taskmaster. Kenny Ortega is listed as the director of the This Is It tour and film, but it’s clear within the opening minutes, when Jackson stops “Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’” to instruct his backing band to make it funkier, who is actually in charge. Jackson wasn’t an instrumentalist but he was certainly a musician, and he knew precisely how he wanted the audience to experience his music. He doesn’t speak in musical terms, communicating more as a dancer—miming how he wants stuff played, telling his keyboardist to “let it simmer”—and  ending each correction with a “God bless you” or “It’s all about love.” It is fascinating to watch one of pop’s legendary perfectionists molding imperfection: Two minutes of anyone else complaining about his in-ear monitor would be boring and trivial; to see Michael Jackson get in a minor huff over it is revelatory.

There are not enough of those little moments in This Is It. It’s understandable why there aren’t more: The movie exists—in theory, anyway—to let fans see Jackson perform one last time. To include more scenes of him working out minutiae with the crew would bog it down for most people.

But the problem is these are, by design, half-performances. Jackson says more than once that he is holding back to preserve his body and voice for the actual concerts. Obviously, the full scope of the show never materializes outside of a few computer animated simulations. There are no dress rehearsals, although this does give us a look at what Jackson considered “casual wear” (i.e. a gold lame jacket with pants the color of orange sherbet). Sometimes, the film comes close to capturing how electric it could have been live, such as when, during “Billie Jean,” the music drops out and Jackson launches into a classic solo routine—complete with crotch-grabbing—to the genuine giddiness of his backup dancers. At other points, we see where Jackson’s penchant for grand gestures would have lapsed into overwrought ridiculousness (“Earth Song” was to end with him being threatened by a giant prop bulldozer). It’s all a great tease, but it can only be a tease. PG. MATTHEW SINGER. Opened Wednesday at Broadway Metro 4 Theatres, Century 16 Cedar Hills Crossing, Century Eastport 16, Cinema 99 Stadium 11, Cinemas Bridgeport Village Stadium 18 IMAX, Cinetopia, City Center Stadium 12, Cornelius 9 Cinemas, Division Street Stadium 13, Evergreen Parkway Stadium 13, Hilltop 9 Cinema, Lloyd Center Stadium 10 Cinema, Lloyd Mall 8 Cinema, Movies On TV Stadium 16, Oak Grove 8 Cinemas, Pioneer Place Stadium 6, Sandy Cinemas, Sherwood Stadium 10, St. Johns Twin Cinemas and Pub, Tigard 11 Cinemas, Wilsonville Stadium 9 Cinema.

Literature, Sans Snacks

Wednesday, October 28th, 2009

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“I love being a public servant” Oregon Attorney General John Kroger drawled at Monday night’s Oregon Book Awards ceremony, as he was picking up his award for Creative Nonfiction, “but what I really wanted to be growing up is a writer. It’s a precious thing to have a book published.

Precious indeed, and, these days, a even more rare thing. Although Convictions, Kroger’s engrossing chronicle of his life as a high-profile prosecutor, has done well as far as these things go, the reality is, the economy sucks, people read less, and the only thing dropping more quickly than the skittish Dow index is the number of cents per word a decent writer gets paid (ahem…). We keep hearing it: Old media is dead, no one reads anymore, and the best way to get published is to have your Twitter feed turned into a book.

And yet, you’d never have known it at the Book Awards, now in their 23rd year and still sponsored by the Literary Arts council. As dour as the climate may be, the atmosphere inside the Pearl District’s Gerding Theater was warm and slightly buzzed with good cheer, and while the audience proved of a predictably older set, the group of winners was sprinkled with youth.

This was no more noteworthy than with the Poetry award. Named for William Stafford (who wrote more than 50 books) and Hazel Hall (the “Emily Dickinson of Oregon”), the award went to Portland’s own young gun Matthew Dickman, for his book All-American Poem. “It’s odd for a guy who grew up around 92nd and Foster to be standing on this stage,” Dickman said, surveying the cush innards of the theater, “especially standing on it completely sober.”

A booze joke may be an old writerly standby, but in uttering it Dickman embodied a tradition–not just a joke-y one, but the age-old tradition of putting pen to parchment, typewriter key to paper, keyboard to computer screen. We may not live in a time where writers are not appreciated as much or by as many, but it is still a precious thing to publish a book.

Of course, there is still reality to contend with. As the crowd milled about the reception area, searching for the bar and queuing up to get books signed and shake hands, a much older man, stooped over like Uncle Junior from The Sopranos, searched fussily for something that wasn’t there. He frowned and grumped, “Last year they nice hors d’oeurves.” True, the times have changed. But the writing continues.

Photo of Matthew Dickman (right) with his twin brother and fellow poet Michael courtesy of wweek.com.

2009 Winners of the Oregon Book Awards
Eloise Jarvis McGraw Award for Children’s Literature: Deborah Hopkinson, Keep On! The Story of Matthew Henson, Co-discoverer of the North Pole

Leslie Bradshaw Award for Young Adult Literature: Roland Smith, I.Q. Book One: Independence Hall

Walt Morey Young Readers Literary Legacy Award: Read to the Dogs of Portland

Frances Fuller Victor Award for General Nonfiction: Tracy Daugherty, Hiding Man: A Biography of Donald Barthelme

Sarah Winnemucca Award for Creative Nonfiction: John Kroger, Convictions: A Prosecutor’s Battles Against Mafia Killers, Drug Kingpins, and Enron Thieves

Stewart H. Holbrook Literary Legacy Award: Matt Love, founder and publisher, Nestucca Spit Press

Stafford/Hall Award for Poetry: Matthew Dickman, All-American Poem

Ken Kesey Award for Fiction: Jon Raymond, Livability: Stories



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