Saturday, May 12, 2012
So, I've worked in this here coffee industry for a while. Moreover, through touring, I've been able to checkout a lot of cafes. Some were brand new; others more established. I've even, as chance should have it, stumbled upon a few shops while they were in the middle of being built. (Mostly in the Bay Area? Coincidence?)
You couldn't/wouldn't know that... this "publication" has accomplished nothing by documenting mostly nothing. It's a huge failure. (Mediocre in content and lack of content, alike). Certainly not consistent.
That brand new feeling!
New cafes, like new bikes, new machines, new crushes, are great and feel great! It's exciting; there's something new to hopefully push the envelope or (perhaps) at the very least contribute something tasty to the area. And who knows where it will go? Will the innovation ever stop? Will the vision ever stop growing?
I suppose when you visit shops as I have (every few months or years), you notice changes a lot more easily. While the coffee is still very good (hopefully), the digs definitely get kind of worn. Some places seem to get funkier in an interesting way.... an organic way. Like hows kids become adults. Perhaps they grow into their own aesthetic.
Others, though, look pretty fucking bad. It's easy to make a mess and to let it fester.
Regardless, I've been kind of curious as to whether or not this needs to be the case at all. Things degrade. The universe is finite, right? Life. Death. Our bodies break down. I have no illusions of the very short life span of most coffee gear. Great/REALLY EXPENSIVE espresso machines have short lives. And grinders? Don't get me started.
If I've learned anything over this past year in particular, it's that having a proper respect for your tools is key to effectively brewing wonderful drinks... especially espresso. And the machine you're working on doesn't exist in a vacuum. The environment around it plays a role, too. Water enters and liquid leaves. Coffee is a corrosive material. Dedication to cleaning seems to be overwhelmingly half the role (or maybe a third....) of being a responsible and convincing barista, bar-worker, and/or shop owner. It's a lot more work than we often realize. Beyond that, it's typically work that isn't fun and often means spending longer amounts of time on closing than any of us really want to.
So, I wonder if it's possible to keep one's shop sparkling with the support of even the most dedicated baristas. Especially if it's a popular or busy establishment. Anyone have any thoughts on this? Any insight?
And if a cafe isn't super clean (visibly filthy machines), is it indicative of bad or careless practices? I'm inclined to think the answer is yes. Does that indicate that service will yield a bad product? I usually equate cleanliness with methodicalness, consistency, attention/intention: things that have all been part of delivering a decent product for me. It just seems like A LOT of very reputable shops and roasters have some gnarly looking work stations these days. Maybe I need to chill out?
Thursday, March 17, 2011
WEDNESDAY: Meet up with Tim at Townhall. Grab a most excellent pour-over of Novo’s Amaro Gayo, courtesy of one Steve Hoffman.
Band rehearsal. Everyone is at the Castle (Castle Gay, our house) and it’s kind of overwhelming in a way that was hard to anticipate. Go to Bodhi to solidify plans for next week and grab coffee. Later visit former place of employment, Ultimo or Brew...you decide. We chill it out, outside, to talk about all the things.
Later, I learn alto sax. Dumb 8 year olds do it every day, why not me? I mean I went toFRICKIN’ MUSIC SCHOOL! I’ll challenge any dumb elementary school student to a sax-off. See who leaves with the envy of the little dudes, the hearts of the lil’ dudettes… or dudes,and who leaves with a wedgey, alone…crying2.
EAT BAGEL PIZZAS WITH KEVIN AND CHRIS OF POWER ANIMAL IN KEVIN’S PARENT’S BASEMENT, LIKE ANY KID FROM NORTHEAST PHILLY. Drink some Yuengling Lager… suddenly tasting like nothing even close to acceptable (thanks a lot Trader Joe’s Vienna Lagers!)
THURSDAY: More band rehearsing. Grab a few slices at my old slice-grabbing-stomping grounds, Romeo Pizza. Holler at your $1.50 slices of greasy PLAIN (not “cheese,” you bunch of ignorant-West-Coast-pioneer-related, steelin’-up-all-the-Indian’s-gold, catchin’-all-the-Native’s-salmon, taller-than-everyone, good-gene-havin, hangtenin’, grape-growin’, makin’all-the-computer white dudes.) pizza; for they are most delicious. And cheap.
FRIDAY: Work the morning shift at Townhall. Rehearse again. Get more pizza. Go to JohnnyBrendas. Meet up with Little Teeth. Be joyous. Receive unfortunate information that my friend Anthony got shot in the throat with a BB gun yards away from the club’s entrance (WTF?), play a show with awesomely worn out embouchure. Hang with good friends Power
Suddenly feel very overwhelmed to due to everyone I know appearing + there being almost more equipment to step around then people3. While I had a blast playing a much needed, newer set list that was timbrely eclectic, Little Teeth really ruled school that night. Those girls (and Sean) really put their hearts into their performance every night. I’m not sure how they do it. I mean, their songs are lyrically involved, melodically ever-unfolding with new layers, lines and counterpoints, and instrumentally orchestrated all over the place. And yet, with three people, they pull it off. HARD. Every time. That’s not even accounting the grating and brutal physical endeavors their music calls for quite often. Dannie and Sofia are singing impossibly high vocal lines one moment and screaming/barking out lines that make any seasoned hardcore singer seem timid the next moment, while Dannie damn-near destroys the stage floor with her percussion-clad feet and legs.
Little Teeth rule and are worth your time. I am stoked (yes stoked) out of my mind that we will be playing with them again in the South later on during this fall tour and I know that they’ll be bringing it.
SATURDAY: Holy crap, this sucked. Got home 3AM Saturday night, fell asleep for 3 hours, gotstuck in the most ridiculous traffic (Saturday Morning, WTF?) went to work at Townhall, locked myself into the GS2 until 2PM, got home ate a microwavable pizza (NE Philly, wut?), fell asleep from 3-6PM, ate dinner with my parents, my uncle from conservative rural Massachusetts, and my liberal cousin from Boston/NYC. And, you know what, it was okay. And that’s a blessing.
SUNDAY: Continued to miss the one (need it be mentioned?), worked another shift at Townhall, downloaded tons of awesome brutal music from the two days later defunct blog, “Life’s a Bummer,” practiced sax at the family’s house, scared my brother John’s dogs into the basement, learned the opening of Take the A Train (holler).
MONDAY: Worked a pour-over catering gig at a website design firm with Timmy Noble, survived despite one Townhaller MIA, rehearsed some more (happy pointless Columbus DAY!), did some HT press stoof, brought it home.
TUESDAY: made myself some delicious cups of Chemex-style coffee (a lil sunnen-sunnen I’m working on for the next tour… perhaps more on that later), went to Bodhi, rocked it with Grey and then Johnathon, met Tom’s business partner Bobby (woo side note, just saw a place on the road called “Steak and Lube.”…gotta get off the highway and do it, tbc), rehearsed, slept at my future apt, on my man Caro Liu’s bed who is in Germany, drivin’ the men and women crazy and getting a much deserved degree.
WEDNESDAY: Worked a shift with the people of Bodhi, witnessed unprecedented enthusiasmtoward the raucous world of Latte Art Throwdown, pulled some mean shots of Stumpy’s Gaja Ache, ate a burrito (oi vey, NEED TO GET BACK TO OLY), more HT press stuff, plus participated in unnecessarily hard and involved fabric sleeve cassette sleeve making.
FRIDAY: practiced, checked out Daniel Francis Doyle. Daniel is a local foods expert from Austin, TX. Before getting into town, he housed 6 Tasty Cakes (how we do, baby). Later that night, he ate a cheese steak and soda after the show, only to wake up the next morning andlevel the tomato pie situation in Philly. Dude’s a king- a prince of steaks, if you will. Regardless of culinary prowess, DFD (as we fondly refer to him) is another diamond in the rough. In a world full of infidels, he is the bomb. He has single-handedly elevated two niches in music that are mostly wrought with shtickey dudes: Loop station doo-doo heads and one man band’rz.Daniel creates unique loops on the spot with his guitar that at once are not what they seem to be, and will reoccur later once DFD jumps on the drum set (mic strapped to face). From there, lines pop up like themes composed by symphonic and chamber music composers. The loop pedal is placed by his high hat stand and from there he has free reign over the future of his loops. It is a refreshing showing of compositional foresightand intense virtuosic-like prowess over musical form. Yeah, I just said that. It is likemusical Banagrams, except he knows what words he’s going to use, but has the freedom to place them however he sees fit. And it’s awesome.
Andrew Keller’s band Snowcap performed Friday night, as well. Andrew’s mind-blowingly-good album Baby Bird is going to be re-released soon, on vinyl. I had a chance to hear it. It’s been re-mastered and sounds so much more focused. Stay tuned for that. Later that night, Motorcycle Maus closed the show with a set of songs off his latest tape. Dan’s a brutal dude. He’s had a number of line-up changes over the last year for different reasons, but he always carries through, regardless.
SATURDAY: practiced… MY BIKE SHOWED UP! PROPS TO SARA AND ALL THE AWESOMELYS OF ESPRESSO PARTS! Ya-ROCK!
SUNDAY: PRACTICED and prepped for leaving.
MONDAY: I LEFT!
1Yep, just cursed. Seriously, though, fuck that place.
3Every band that played that night, including HT, seemed to be of the aesthetic opinion “more is more is good,” with varying degrees of success.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Having a really sweet girlfriend that has multiple older digital cameras, all of which work better than my old-ass digital camera/lithium-battery-eater, suddenly made it possible for me to take and transmit pictures easier than ever.
When Sara and I were packing up for Oly, I was developing a time-line for getting back to Philadelphia. HT had a show coming up in the next month with our Pal-a-rinas/rinos, LittleTeeth (Absolutely Kosher Records) from San Francisco and I HAD to be around for that, as they are totally awesome. (I had just seen them a few weeksprior in Portland at Berbati’s Pan and they were awesome then!)…(and we just put out an awesome split tape that they’re on with local awesomely upset dude Dan Timlin, aka Motorcycle Maus, who is very different from the gals and Sean of Lil Teeth, thus creating a wonderfully varied sonic presentation)…(yeah). ( ….)
Anyway, had to be there for that. That left a week and a half for rehearsing. And while that’s awesome, everyone in the band has work and social schedules. That left a lot of time open. Thus, it was also a week and a half to also spend money. As we all know, idle hands make for a typical late 90’s teen-oriented movie and maybe that can be expensive. When life hands you lemons, you make awesome bikes.
Philadelphia’s coffee scene has grown a lot since the beginning of 2010. January through September found me everywhere except for the Delaware Valley and unable to check out any of the recently opened shops. Two such shops were Townhall Coffee in the Mainline and Bodhi Coffee in Head House Square, near Old City. It dawned on me that it would be really awesome to check out two new shops that served two different types of coffee, on different types of equipment, to two DRASTICALLY different types of communities, while balancing said coffee time with MusicMusicMusic (not a blog?) in Philadelphia. AND that that would be a perfect start to the blog. MUSIC, COFFEE, ETC personified, right? I wrote Tim (Townhall) and Tom (Bodhi) up immediately to see if anyone needed some shifts covered. Turns out I chose the right week to come home because many Philly folks were heading up to Providence, Rhode Island to check out the MidAtlantic NorthEast Artisan Coffee Conference (MANEacc). Thus, there were a unusually large number of shifts that needed to be covered. Perfect!
(I Mod'd this cup out for Tim while doing some dishes)
Townhall, located at 358 Montgomery Avenue in the Bala Cynwood area of the Main Line, Townhall Coffee is the brainchild of Tim Noble. “Third Wave” coffee is a new thing in mostparts of the country. Only in the last five years have shops concerned with serving freshly and carefully roasted Direct Trade coffee opened up in NE cities like Philadelphia. As such, finding a good cup of coffee in the Main Line was basically impossible. Noting this, Tim, a Bala resident, decided it was time to open up Townhall. I met Tim two years ago via the Barista Exchange and I’m very happy to see this shop up and running. I often play orchestra gigs out in the Main Line and it’s a relief to know I can stop by his shop and grab a shot when I’m in the area.
(The Bad Boys, and Girl, of Townhall)
When I arrived at Townhall, they were serving the Rustico Espresso Blend by Counter Culture on their refurbished three-group La Marzocco GS2 that has been decked out with paddles. The GS2 is experiencing a bit of revival these days. When repaired and cleaned up, these machines can be beautiful little workhorses (TZ to the EP with the help of a DR… or TZ-->EP+DR). Besides some other wonderful coffees from Counter Culture, Townhall was also serving some sweet drip coffee from Gimme and Novo off Hario V60s, another popular trend. I know this is a weird one to talk about, but one coffee from Novo caught my attention. It was a blend of decaffeinated Ethiopian coffees and it was kind of awesome. I imagine this coffee could give other “regular” coffees a run for their money when it’s fresh. Weird, huh? But seriously, even at something like 6 days out, this coffee still had wonderful fragrances of blueberry, lime, and lemon grass. Not too shabby for a decaf. While Iwas there, I was privy to some major samplings of chocolate chip cookies and pie (oh my). And let me tell you, that right there: that was a good time. I love chocolate chip cookies. Ilove them big. I love them small. When you’re at Townhall, get yeeself a pastry. Most of them baked on the premises. Yeah.
Tom Henneman and Bobby Logue are the dudes in charge and they are psyched. In fact, the whole staff is psyched. While there I worked with Johnathon Amos, Grey Fisher, and Tom; each psyched in unique and beautiful ways. Jonathon was psyched for impromptu Gaja Ache Spro’ing. Grey was all psyched for TNT’ing. Tom may have been the most pysched, though, perhaps stepping it up to the next level: “totally stoked,” as he was psyched for paper filters, Chemex-brewing-techniques, and Power Animal, the awesome band from NE Philly. That’s a grand total of 5 psychisms between the actual staff members available, making for a mean of 1.5 psychisms per person, and a median of 2.5 psychisms. My being psyched to be back in Philly, touching awesome espresso machines with my fingers, repping HT while tamping, drinking great coffee, seeing my folks +1 brother, friends, hanging with Lil’ Teeth and others, almost brought the situation to unhealthy level of fun outlook-age, except that I was unpsyched to have just left a wonderful GF in a town I have come to love, which dropped my personal total of psychisms down 10 psychisms. Oh well.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Lucky for us and Olympia, Oly has no shortage of DIY spaces/houses throwing incredible shows.
Orincredible record labels. Or Zines. Or cheap, awesome pizza. Or mind-blowing burritos. Or beautiful temperate rainforest. Or crazy volcanoes. Or friendly people that want to hang out and make things. Or awesome coffee!
Notice a trend?
I guess the point is, after my first run through that town, I knew that this town was a great one to visit. But I always thought that visiting was where it stopped. Coming from Philly, I had always believed that if one likeda large city it would be a tough thing to get used to a small town. The idea is that one could get bored fairly easily in such a repetitive landscape.
NOT THE CASE! Especially, when the town is constantly reinventing itself through cooperative excitement.
Whether throwing shows at a new bar, a house, the Northern All Ages Project, the parking lot behind the Northern, or in the Evergreen State college forest, kids are rocking out in new and innovative ways all the time. So with that, I guess I will discuss how I wound up in Olympia.
After a lot of discussing, we decided Olympia made the most sense. Sara, after all is from Oly. We both have tons of friends up there. And it didn’t hurt that both of her parents had businesses that were looking for extra help. For me, leaving a month later meant marginally cheaper airfare. So off we were to Olympia.
(Prince Rama @ the Northern)
I knew Oly was going to be kind of awesome. But yowzahs!, Oly was a great time. I got back to Philly, a place I couldn’t wait to get back to and automatically felt kind of whatever compared to Oly. As soon as we got into town, I managed to go to a few shows that were easily some of the best shows I had witnessed all summer. While in town, I got a chance to check out Christopher Francis’ latest band, Legs the Crab, Oly all stars Outdoor Voices, Prince Rama (awesomeness from Boston, not Brooklyn), and the math/drum-fill styles of Fall of Electricity. Oh, and I saw the Melvins at the Capital Theatre thanks to Sara’s pop, Terry. (There’s allegedly a scene on a Melvins concert that can be found on Netflix Instant Watch where Terry, as younger fellow, sitting with his brother on the stage facing the audience, involuntarily vomits and clears the area… keep an eye out… and Kudos to You, Terry.).
As I hinted above, food in Oly is off the hizzy. For such a small town, they sure know how to pack it in where it matters: Great Thai food, great Vietnamese food, great burritos, great slices of pizza, increds Japanese food, good co-ops, and probably more. I didn’t have enough time or money to do it all. I mean, I sort of had enough money. But when you know you’re going on a self-funded tour in the near future… you don’t have enough money. Top picks: Old School Pizza (duh! $1.85 for a slammin’ slice of "cheese." They must not know about the premium the rest of this dumb country charges on the costs of importing pizza from the East Coast.), the Burrito truck (both of ‘em! You know the one I’m talking about. Carne Asada or Bistec burritos with avocado!), and Little Danang for yer’ Vietnamese!
Coffee in Oly: …It’s good! At a certain point, I began to ponder how Portland could financially support a burgeoning and ever-growing third wave coffee movement. In places like New York City,it makes sense: the sheer population density in that town could always support new shops. (Fock New York? Eat it here). But in a service industry town like Portland- where everyone’s working the same types of jobs and rely on tips- it just doesn’t and didn’t seem sustainable. And as Sean Z says, live sustainably. All I’m getting at, it seems to make even less sense that Oly has four major coffee companies (maybe five?) seated in the downtown and they all seem to be doing alright! More power to them, right!?
There’s an obvious advantage to being the state capital and having an important college in town. But you consider a company like Espresso Parts (EP), who are servicing coffee shops all over the world and innovating the field of coffee brewing and cleaning; or K records (and perhaps formerly KRS and 5RC), who put out albums to which all of world’s “indie” communities takes note, maybe Oly’s “success” is not that crazy. It’s not that either of these example are lucrative companies like Pepsi or Apple, but they are doing something besides hashing out the same stuff- and only locally at that. They’re not the only ones. B&B, for better or for worse, has a roastery in Atlanta. Café Vita, ya know. Whatever. The point is, companies like EP and K are creating awesome products, keeping them local, harboring and nourishing a local community, and letting the world vie for the fruits of their labor.
Top props, and I’m slightly biased, go to EP for mixing it up and helping the community out (both local and coffee) and Oly Coffee who thanks to Kelly Zand Oliver Stormshak are roasting TRULY BADASS COFFEE. And I mean it. I’ve had some great coffee and it is always a pleasure to get a shot of Big Truck. Like any blend, it changes seasonally, but it is consistently delicious. It always tastes like some kind of awesome chocolaty/strawberry creamsicle to me. Past coffee’s I’ve enjoyed have included the Amaro Gayo from Ethiopia (holy blueberries!), Finca La Florida from Colombia, and La Mirella Perla Negra from Costa Rica. DUDES!, KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK, OKAY?
One day, I will be back in Olympia. It will be awesome.
(also, hug your evergreens, ferns, and appreciate a madrone tree every once-in-a-while!)
13 KaRmA bReWeRs (spooky)
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Holy snykeez, this is long overdue. I’ve been a busy little monster! Sooo, I moved out to Portland, OR from Philadelphia this spring to hang out with this wild one.
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Here’s a lotta' background: When I was a sophomore in college, my family learned that my dad was not related to his father. He grew up in a small town in Massachusetts where people made it their business to tell him that. People in that town sucked sometimes. Finally, after years of asking, my grandmother wrote him a letter confirming this.
We later found out that I had some “half-aunts” in Portland- nothing new, I suppose, in retrospect. My mom being a nurse wanted to know my new family’s medical history. Along with that, we were obviously curious to meet these people that we were related to now.
Portland, four years ago blew my mind. It seemed to be everything Philadelphia was not: An incredible coffee scene that was noticeably better to the layperson, a booming beer scene, a totally bike-friendly city that everyone wore helmets in, and …well just way friendlier in general. The bus drivers all seemed to know Spanish, as well “correct” English (SEPTA?). And on a whole, Portland was squeaky clean. It still is!
When I graduated from college, I decided I wanted to move out there and work for Stumptown. I set up an interview and it bombed. I felt heart-broken and crushed. I flew back to Philly and very happily discovered Aaron Ultimo, Betty Ortiz, and Counter Culture Coffee. In no time, Philly (as well as NYC) had the makings of a coffee scene. Not only that, but people got crazy into biking, good beer, and different types of artisan foods and crafts. Philly got a whole lot more local and it was totally awesome.
Around this time, I joined a band called Folklore. I got the invite through my friends in Hermit Thrushes, as well as Scott Churchman, who were contributing ideas, along with Jimmy Hughes, Mr. Folklore himself and a member of radical E6 band Elf Power. Shit was awesome. Soon after in 2009, I joined Hermit Thrushes and started to tour a lot.
Along the first tour I met my GF and we decided to embark on a really fun long distance relationship. It didn’t seem so crazy because my band seemed to be perpetually on tour. If they had it their way, they would be perpetually on tour. Needless, to say, over the last four years, I’ve visited Portland more than ye average East Coast’r.
Portlandia and Living There
It’s been an interesting experience: I first viewed the town as a wide eyed kid, than a "less wide eyed man-child," followed by a professional touring musician, a week-long resident, a month-long resident, and then an actual full fledged resident: paying Portland taxes, living on one side, commuting to the other side, and working as barista in a recently re-invented coffee mecca.
In some ways, living in Portland was better than I thought it was going to be. In some ways, it was exactly how I expected it to be, gaining said knowledge through constant touring. And then, in other ways, it was worse than I thought it would be.
Upon arriving in PDX, I was lucky to land a job at Case Study Coffee, a new shop on the verge of being opened by Christine Herman and Wes Russell, formerly fulltime espresso caterers. It was a pretty wild experience working there. I jumped onboard a little before CSC was open and had a chance to help get it off the ground. While working there, I was able to work on a 3 Group La Marzocco Mistral, that had individual boilers, pumps, paddles, and foot-switch activated steam wands... Actually, everything was foot-switch activated. If it is possible to put a foot switch on something, Wes Russell will attach a foot switch to it. Foot-switch activated ketchup packets on sandwiches? In all seriousness, he and Christine have some neat ideas and while there, I saw Portland take note of said ideas. For instance, Stumptown is about to mod out some of their shop gear with foot switches. Case Study, upon opening, has made it their mission to feature only locally roasted coffee. A few months after opening, BARISTA decided to do a month-long focus on local roasters. Exciting, huh?
As touched on before that, PDX has no shortage of locally roasted coffee happening and it’s totally awesome to see how companies like Coava, Water Ave, Sterling, and Courier are pushing each other (and Stumptown) to get their “crazy on.” The spirit is amicable and cooperative. No one seems set on screwing the other out of business, which is at times a hard feat to conquer. Getting back to the point, it was just great to experience espresso on that level. It was what I needed. I feel like, in certain ways, espresso will always be a bit of a mystery to me, especially as the industry becomes more and more innovative every day. I almost have more questions than answers. But a year ago, it had never even dawned on me to consider and question some of the newer and popular espresso ideas I had JUST learned. I feel like I’m better off because of all of this, regardless. And, Faaaaulk, it was just a lot of fun to taste everything. Anyway, I hope this continues.
Biking in Portland sucks. This might come as a shock to most people, as it is the most “bike friendly” place in the world and certainly the easiest bike ride on the mountainous West Coast. But this is a lie. Mark my words: Portland is full of passive aggressive drivers and uptight tools, disguised as bike nerds. Gross. I am from Philadelphia. People are crazy in Philadelphia. People are outwardly aggressive and straightforward in Philly. I like to talk about Philly as being a sort of contained chaos. I mean, there’s order out here… an order of chaos. At best, common sense reigns supreme. The light’s red- you should probably stop. If you don’t, you might get hit. BUT if you stop and there’s no traffic coming… does it really make sense to wait until this arbitrary light turns GREEN…I gotta say, I don’t think that it does. It rejects the notion that we can be individuals… considerate and conscientious individuals. In Philadelphian, “this how roll, baby.”
But that’s not how Portland rolls. The latter situation repeated in Portland will get you a nagging “Neh Neh Neh Neh Neh.” Snurfin' vloh me*. Seriously- but not literally. You wanna say something? Then say something. Yeah, I just broke a law created by a legislature that never wanted to know my opinion on the matter anyway. I’d like to believe that as a society, we can make educated decisions with consideration to others. Biking in Portland was supposed to be awesome. In turn, oddly enough, I just felt very stressed- in a manner only I could ever feel really stressed about.
And don’t get me started on “J walking.”
Perhaps, the most disappointing thing about my stay in Portland was the sad state their DIY music scene. For a town that has awesome record stores everywhere, Sleater-Kinney, the Wipers, Dead Moon, and the now relocated Kill Rock Stars record label, besides the Artistery, there really is no steady source of DIY music and I can’t explain why. 90 minutes north, not the case at all. And while I don’t really love Seattle or Tacoma, houses like the 808 House, Healthy Times, the New Crompton, and the all ages Vera Project are continually churning out local and national DIY sonic gems.
So what gives? I don’t really know… probably a lot of things. But in general, kids just seem lazy and uninterested on another level to go for something that’s not endorsed by Pitchfork or Pepsi. More often than not, when I would invite people to my apartment for beers, games, and outside the established neighborhood/neighborhood bar, I would find myself sitting at home, with my girlfriend, her cat, and maybe a friend from Olympia who would happen to in town. And if kids weren’t interested in this (free booze and fun), maybe actually creating creative and independent music just isn’t “how they roll.”
All that being said, there are a few people in Portland trying to do something different despite the overwhelming mass of followers and they deserve your attention and I’m gratefully for hearing them: Lane Barrington and Shannon Rose Steele of the Ocean Floor are creating beautiful music that’s at once thought provoking, new, and slightly familiar, like your weird aunt or uncle that’s always off doing something crazy that your conservative family doesn’t approve of but love regardless, because that person’s warm and genuine. Their songs are extremely well crafted. Their performances are super tight. (I saw them perform on the back of a tow truck in Tulsa, OK. It was so cool). You NEED to hear them.
The Artistery is still throwing shows just about every weekend, despite pressure from ASCAP (tools) and it’s perhaps unfortunate location (it’s not exactly in the center of town, though at one point a lot of folks used to live out that way). And while, I’m not crazy about Dear Nora and Starfucker, they seem to be hitting the road enough.
The last thing I care to comment on is the food situation in Portland and I’ll make it quick: Besides pizza, Portland’s kind of awesome. Top picks in my time there: Café Velo (HOLY FAHCK!!! Mediterranean street food. The price is right for the quality, quantity, and creativity), Dove ViVi (I know what I just said about it sucking for pizza. And I still believe that…But Dove Vivi is different! It’s sort of like deep dish pizza that has an amazing cornmeal crust. Great for everyone, unless you’re poor, which everyone, myself included, is in Portland… so whatever I guess), AND the burrito truck at Interstate and Killingsworth (known most notably by their hand painted sign that advertises “Vegan Lovers Welcome,” get the carne asada with the green avocado sauce! Sara and my lunch every Tuesday.)
*keepin' it sort of civil. holler.