Trimet Tales #1

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I’ve been riding the Max on Mondays for substitute teaching work in the Beaverton School District. Once a week is enough to keep it interesting and not make it a dull routine. Someone always seems to act out when I’m on the train. One morning getting on the yellow line at the Denver Ave station heading downtown, I noticed a guy wearing a sparkly New Year’s pork pie hat. His odd style caught my eye even before he stood up and started doing Tai Chi. My internal suburban panic mode kicked in as I tried to assess the threat level. Soon after I was making cynical asides in my head critiquing his Tai Chi abilities. Kung Fu Tai Chi is what it looked like—too fast, too jerky. Although I know nothing about Tai Chi. It seemed wrong.

The kid in front of me intrigued me. He was stuffing his backpack with a healthful lunch of seaweed soup in tupperware and another container of beans and rice. I saw the soup sloshing and could imagine it spilling in his backpack. His food out shined my sad provisions that included an outdated can of chunky beef soup and a serving saver of dry Raisin Bran.

Tai Chi guy moved closer. He was standing ten feet away looking at me. It did not seem like a good time to jot down notes. I eyed the train’s panic button that would allow me to contact the train’s driver. Since seeing his behavior I had debated if it was okay to flail about in a Tai Chi manner in public on a Max train when there was no apparent Tai Chi class scheduled or instructor in sight. It seemed threatening. He had demonstrated some karate looking moves and could flip out at any moment and start kicking ass. His hat made him look like he was on a New Year’s Eve bender nine months after the fact. He looked more crazy than tough with his slight build and tight faux leather maroon jacket. I was hoping he’d get off the train. Maybe my Jedi Mind Trick worked because he hopped off at the next stop.

The kid across from me pulled out a text book. The only two letters I saw from the title were a P and an H. Physics, I thought, nice, a scientist. The pictures were sketches of the human body which caused me to conclude that it was an art book. Now I was looking at another Portland artist. No, the title had the word physical in it. It was the human body. The kid will be a Doctor for sure. Science wins.

I had to get prepared to spend six hours working with children with autism so maybe analyzing my fellow travelers and seeing a guy acting strange wasn’t such a bad thing after all. I wondered what his aim was. Did he need attention? Did he want to connect with other people and talk about Tai Chi? The mystery remains, but this guy seemed to want to follow a Max train tradition of doing what he wanted to do in public. I arrived at my sub job early and while in the staff lounge I stumbled across a picture of Robert DeNiro in US Weekly, doing what else, but Tai Chi while rehearsing for a movie role. Maybe Tai Chi is not such a bad way to start the day.

My favorite TriMet related blog!:

http://rantingsofatrimetbusdriver.blogspot.com/?m=1

An Empty Post

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I think if you sat and thought about it for awhile you might agree that there is nothing sadder than an empty poetry post. I’ve seen a few that contain poems and they even add new ones from time to time. Within the last two weeks I stopped at a poetry post on North Wilbur and enjoyed a Lawrence Ferlinghetti poem which was great because it felt like such a random way to experience poetry. I’d like to pursue the poetry post phenomenon at length another time which will require more in depth reporting. In the meantime please view these post photographs. Image them filled with poems and try not to weep while considering their emptiness.

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Shed Incorporated

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Have you seen Stephen Weis standing in the shadow?

All the bands and all the clubs in this town have had me curious for awhile. What do these gazillion bands sound like? What goes on in these venues? I’m lucky to live in a neighborhood that has a bar that doesn’t usually have a cover charge so checking out a band can be a low risk proposition. Through the word of mouth of my brother-in-law Paul (this blog is sure to make him the most famous brother-in-law in the world) I was motivated to check out Shed Incorporated who was performing  at the World Famous Kenton Club. Paul had inspired me to check out Muscle Beach and I blogged about their show at the Foggy Notion a couple of months ago.

Shed Incorporated turned out to be one of the loudest acoustic bands I’ve ever seen. They plugged directly into the PA system and let it rip. Throwing arena rock moves and strutting on the stage, they held up their guitars and brought bravado and enthusiasm to their act. What struck me was the variety of styles they worked into their songs from finger bending power chords to quick bursts of a bluegrass riff here to a nod to prog rock there. It was all done in fun and far from the usual folky trappings you might expect when you see two guys singing and playing acoustic guitars.

Band members, guitarist and singer Stephen Weis and guitarist and singer Thomas Diesel, were college rockers in Buffalo, NY who made their way to Portland. As Stephen mentioned on stage, and I agree, no one is really sure what an imprint is but it’s what the Portland Mercury is calling their new release entitled V or maybe Five, if you still want to believe in Roman numerals.

More info here:
http://www.discorporatetape.net

Read about them in the Mercury too:

http://www.portlandmercury.com/portland/the-golden-country-shed-incorporated-and-three-for-silver/Event?oid=14588255

My apologies for the quality of the photo.  The club was lit with a chandelier not a tiki torch like it looks in the photo.  Indoor photography is limited when you’re using an old iPhone.

Legends Alive

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I had heard bits and pieces of the legend of Fred and Toody. It came at me in strange ways like the bumper sticker at Mississippi Records that read Fred and Toody Not Fred and Carrie. I never heard their music and anything I read about them seemed only to cement their reputation deep in my subconscious. When I heard that Mississippi Records was hosting a movie about one of their bands, Dead Moon, at the Hollywood Theater I saw an opportunity to explore this phenomenon. The documentary Unknown Passage was shown on January 22nd followed by a performance by Fred and Toody. The movie screened to a sold out crowd. As I watched the legend became a real story about Fred’s beginnings in show business, his brief soul singing days as Deep Soul Cole and the bands he performed with in the 60’s that were eventually immortalized on the Nuggets garage band compilations. It may have taken Fred a while, but after years of being in and out of bands it occurred to him that the one person he could count on and get along with, his wife Toody, had the makings to be a good bandmate as well. So she became a bass player. She was also a great singer in their new wave band Rat, and I loved her singing on the choruses in the footage of Dead Moon playing their sludgy, bluesy rock. Unknown Passage has great show footage and captures the band traveling through Europe and dealing with the endless grind of touring.

I can’t recommend the movie enough. It looks like it’s available on the Dead Moon website. It gave me an appreciation of Fred and Toody’s humility and authenticity. Dead Moon drummer Andrew Loomis pointed out in the movie about how independent the band really was illustrated by scenes of Fred playing around with the lathe Toody bought him as he masters a record wearing his bathrobe. I didn’t fully understand the record recording process. I was thinking that what Fred was doing with the giant machine was making each of the band’s records by hand. But the band was doing most everything else from recording themselves to putting their recordings out on their own label—certainly as DIY as you can get. There’s the frugality to admire too. Fred talks about buying new used tires for the touring van after using the old ones years longer than he was told they’d last. Not to mention his building his house from scrap wood.

During the screening I saw my inner critic taking over. After ten to fifteen minutes I was telling myself that I didn’t think the movie was any good but that is was being screened for it’s historical virtues. It seemed disjointed starting with a trailer followed by a long performance and some random interviews. Then the movie faded out and the theater went dark. I’m pretty sure it was Eric Isaacson from Mississippi Records who made his way to the stage in front of the screen. He announced that they had made a mistake and started the screening with the DVD extras.Then it was on to the main feature. After the movie, Fred and Toody performed. I didn’t know the songs but they felt like familiar,  down and dirty rock. Toody sang “Johnny’s Got a Gun,” followed by a song with a chorus that included the phrase “running out of time.” I had just watched Fred and Toody’s lives passing through time and could really feel that sense of everyone getting older but the song’s urgency and beauty hit home. Since I get up early, I usually don’t stay out late. I was cutting out of the show, but I made a point to run down both aisles to get close enough to get these fanboy fanzine-style performance photos from each angle and then I kept running, out of time and out of the theater to make my way home.

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For more info and to order the film see:

http://www.deadmoonusa.com

Holy Bleep! The Church of Film

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There’s something amazing about the thought of a curator or curators pushing the envelope to screen crazy and mind blowing films. From the looks of it, this is what the Church of Film is doing. They’re making it easy. All you have to do is show up. If you’re trying to make films, taking classes and in need of inspiration here’s another outlet. It has always felt like the random film experience, one without preconceived notions, can have an impact by creating an unforgettable cinematic experience. What you do with that experience is your business. I’ll never forget an almost accidental encounter seeing Pasolini’s Canterbury Tales on the big screen presented by a film club while in college. I walked back to the dorm across the drill field in a weird state of bemusement that I’ve yet to shake. Same goes with Ralph Coon’s Whispers From Space which I only saw because the trains were delayed due to heavy snow fall. And then there were many random films I stumbled onto at the East Gallery in Washington D.C. I’m guessing any cinephile has a list like this. It feels like the Church of Film is creating a venue for the possibility for film goers to have these types of experiences.

I find it inspirational that somebody out there is making a tremendous effort to bring a cinematic culture of weirdness and obscurity to what I hope will find a receptive and appreciative audience. So yeah, that one named guy who’s been singing about getting someone to take him to church—well this is that church. He and I and everyone else should be heading to the Church of Film.

The Church of Film folks are digging up the stuff and freaking it out. Who knows what they’ll be screening next but you can stay informed by checking out his link:

http://www.churchoffilm.org

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Strapped, Baby!

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If you want to grab a blogger of my ilk’s attention strap a baby doll to the front of your car. What kind of statement is attempting to be made here? I have no idea but it struck me as odd and mystifying enough for inclusion in this blog.

I noticed this first while driving the work van earlier in the week and when I went back to find the car, it was gone.  The next day I discovered it and grabbed a couple of photos.  I was surprised to find the baby’s eyes closed, but it makes sense.  If I were strapped to the front of a car, I too would close my eyes and hold on to something for dear life.

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Hold tight kid, you’re in for a rough ride and it’s only the beginning!

Outsider Art Among Us

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Political message laden sculpture surround a house on a quiet street. I remembered the location well enough to be able to return to take pictures on a sunny day. There are many things to appreciate about the found object and industrial parts of the sculptures and their anti-corporate themes. The ex-president’s heads floating on the giant mobile and the humorous depiction of Obama riding on a drone, like a nod to Dr. Strangelove, is the exact kind of folk art environment that brings me joy. My eye immediately gravitated to the Richard Nixon’s head on the mobile because years ago I had written lyrics to a song called “Dick Nixon’s Head” and there it was free floating in the sky, easily one of our top five creepiest Presidents, immortalized in the front yard of a North Portland home. Walk on by to see it up close and personal. It’s on North Sumner St between Interstate and Greeley, but closer to Interstate.

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Dick Nixon’s Head (far right)

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Here’s the link to a “parlor rock” version of the song “Dick Nixon’s Head.” Parlor Rock was a way of recording songs on the spot with improvised or hastily written music parts.

Dick Nixon’s Head was recorded sometime in the 90’s by The Yahoo Skin Band with Mr. Fondle on vocals, guitar and effects, Sal Amoniac on bass and George Willard on the other vocals and guitar. Many thanks to Greg K. for sending the mp3.

Quirk Report

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I must have thought being an English major was going to be more profitable than studying history but I keep my interest in history alive by looking for local historical info where I can find it. I’ve discovered that besides reconnecting with old friends and finding out who goes on the best vacations, Facebook also offers another perspective on the Portland and Oregon experience through various groups I’ve encountered through the site. If you need a first hand history fix or want to learn about places that used to be around consider liking the following groups on Facebook:

Lost in Oregon

Hidden Portland for the Curious

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Know Your City

Portland Pioneers of Color Walking Tours

All of these merit a separate blog entry which I hope to get to at a later date. In the meantime check it out. You can only imagine what obscure tidbit of information you might encounter.

Owls Take Over

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My first thought when eyeing this owl mural while riding my bike up North Vancouver Avenue had me concerned with the resale value of this property. As a homeowner this seemed a pressing issue. Would the future homebuyer have to be an owl aficionado? With the house not being for sale this line of thought is null and void so it’s best just to enjoy the view. As I begin to notice my own interior landscape giving way to owls, it makes this home’s owl exterior seem part of an infectious owl takeover.

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Making Movies

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Director Bryan Hiltner (Center)

The kid impressed me. Ever since I’d read his musings about movies on Facebook and seen many of his short films at the old Attack of the Flix screenings, Bryan Hiltner made me consider that his cinephile obsessions run deep, even down to the ink on his skin. It’s also apparent he knows more than my college film studies teacher knew which is impressive because Bryan is not a Professor, he’s a film maker who draws on his cinematic knowledge to make short movies.

For his recent effort titled Elena Vance, Bryan decided to ramp up his production. He raised money, put together a dream team crew and secured locations, one being the holiday hot spot, Peacock Lane. When I was asked to shoot behind the scenes footage and create a short profile of Bryan in action, I was more than flattered. I was inspired to witness movie making. I realized later that it was an honor to be a fly on the wall, with a camera up to my face, observing the intricacies of what a film crew and actors do when they get together under the orchestrations of a director.

In the midst of this activity, I was handed a business card from a gentleman, also holding a camera, because he was taking production stills. The card provided information about Stumptown Movie Makers, a meetup group, that organizes people interested in all kinds of aspects of movie making. This got me thinking that there’s no better way to learn about making movies then to get on a film set. Local and low budget productions can always use an extra set of volunteer hands helping out with activities that may seem to have little to do with film making but support the endeavor nonetheless. And in the flurry of creativity an opportunity exists to experience a movie being made. You might witness anything from wardrobe choices, to an actor questioning specifics on his character’s actions along with an endless amount of technical decisions being made throughout a day or night of shooting. Hanging around the set for 3 or 4 hours was exhausting enough so I had to consider the endurance that was going to be needed for the 6 days of shooting that had been scheduled to make Bryan’s short movie. It’s tough work and sometimes it’s all hands on deck. It’s what you gotta do to make a movie.

Want to get a foot in the door to helping make movies in Portland? Check out:

http://www.StumptownMovieMakers.com