Kids today

So I'm hanging out at this resale shop on E. Burnside called Rad Summer. They have what the kids want today and I fear my tastes haven't caught up just yet to the cutting edge of Portland fashion. I'm not saying it isn't cool. It's cool, okay? It's just that I haven't figured out how to rock a yellow neon hoodie and wedgie nurse shoes yet. Yes, it is funny to watch me try.

So I'm going through a carousel rack of clothing that reminded me of what Shaun Cassidy might have worn to a charity bicycle race to raise money for the band Cameo. Two very skinny 20ish guys with long beards and head bands are sitting in the back near the shop's vinyl selection which includes Kay Gardner records on prominent display. The albums hover in the shop like a life preserver of Something I Can Understand. Kay Gardner is an old school lez feminist musician who's been associated with the Michfest that I go to. I cannot be considered a fan, but I know my music herstory and know she's a crystal-lifting, moon goddess gown wearing new age music composer. So I walk over and pick up the record and the two bearded dudes start talking to me about it. Because that's the kind of vinyl that the kids today seek. That's where we are at right now. Whoa.

My crush on Hot Lava continues unabated.

Awesome New Band Alert

I get to say they are new because I just heard them. It's my blog and I make the rules. Anyways, WHERE in the world is there a cuter band than this??? Hot Lava!





Hot Lava - Mummy Beach


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Time Based Art

Sure did see a neat show last night. It was everything I like: contemporary dance, excellent understated costuming, video and super interesting rock and roll. Explode into Colors collaborated with a very interesting dancer/choreographer who goes by the name Janet Pants. It is impossible for me to aptly describe the show, but there was a lot of moving around and it sounded good.

I also ate grasshoppers! No, really.

I plan to spend the next several days slogging between all the great Time Based Art performances. Tonight is Ten Tiny Dances. I love Portland.

Did you see that?

I hear that Burning Man started today, which explains what all those freaky ass cars and buses were doing on I-5 southbound for the past several days. Mystery solved.

Ahoy.

I'm not sure what it is about getting to visit the ocean, but I am feeling just right this morning. This past weekend I drove out to Westport, WA and met up with my dear ol' pals, walked on the beach, slept under the stars, played guitars, and otherwise looked like an ad for an aging hipster summer camp. What an ideal situation.

The next morning, we went over to the nearby commercial fishing docks, lured in by hand painted sign for the fresh catch of the day. After visiting a coast guard museum that displayed huge sea mammal skeletons, we walked around on the docks to check out all the boats and crab rings. Salty dog type fisherman guys and their twenty-ish sons washed fish guts off of decks, messed around with marine engines, and otherwise got all nautical. On Dock #3 we found another family operation that was selling fish off of their boat. Check it out: the hold was full of salmon and tuna. There was a scale on deck and a bunch of plastic bags. The tuna (weighed whole) was $2.25 per pound as is and $2.50 a pound if they fileted it. We split the cost on a $30.00 fish and each walked away with about 6 pounds of just-caught-this-morning albacore filets. Bargain! I made ceviche when I got home and it was delicious. If anyone has any tuna recipes I'll be at it all week so don't be shy.

The Waterboys - Fisherman's Blues