• Issue of
  • Sep 11-17, 2008
  • Vol. 12, No. 37



  • Letters to the Editor
  • I'm in the Zone

    If you haven't been in to The Reptile Zone yet, you are missing out. I just took my friends who are nine and six (years old) in to meet Jeff and his reptile family and we all left 30 minutes later with huge smiles on our faces.
  • Letters to the Editor
  • Quit Yer Bitchin!

    Would someone please change H. Bruce Miller's diaper? His big fat tears about the "obnoxious noise pollution" over at LSA probably need wiping too. Next
  • Letters to the Editor
  • Keep it Local

    As another election season heats up, I just wanted to weigh in with my own opinion. No president can ever give me what I need


  • Culture Features
  • C'est La Ski: Rage Films unofficially launches winter with Such is Life premier

    Super FloatyThe growing cold, the occasional frost, the ski shop sales: Winter is just around the corner. With last year's epic snow season still in the back of our minds and the last patches of the deep snow pack still holding in the mountains, dreams of bottomless powder and of floating smoothly into the pillowy abyss below creep back into our subconscious. While we mere mortals may only realize our winter desires on the weekends, saving our on-hill heroics for deep REM sleep, elite skiers from around the world further the limits of possibility to feed our fantasies in the form of the ski film. And the debut of these mountain flicks has become as synonymous with winter's return as the first snowfall. For years, Bend's Rage Films has charged ahead into exotic locales and enough shots of our own backyard to hype up the eager crowd. This year's release, Such is Life, is no exception, delivering an ample dose of kickers, bottomless Japanese powder, one of the most brutally awesome haircuts ever, and the creativity and quality we've come to expect from this crew.

Food & Drink

  • Chow
  • Industry Round Up

    Leaves are already falling and our two-month summer seems to be coming to an end and with it goes Bluefish Bistro. Chef Matt Mulder's
  • Chow
  • Industry Round Up

    Leaves are already falling and our two-month summer seems to be coming to an end and with it goes Bluefish Bistro. Chef Matt Mulder's


  • Film
  • Great Expectations: Don't hate on Burn After Reading for being a merely good Coen brothers movie.

    Pity poor Joel and Ethan Coen. You make a masterpiece or two, and people start expecting it from you every time out. Let's face it: Part of being a great artist in any field is the burden of high expectations. If you're Bob Dylan, and you produce an album that's merely good stuff by any other standard, the pundits will be lined up to shrug, "Meh, it's no Blonde on Blonde." And in contemporary cinema, that's what you face if you're the Coens. Jon Favreau funnels Robert Downey Jr.'s Iron Man performance into a halfway competent comic-book movie, and he's the second coming of Steven Spielberg. Burn After Reading, on the other hand ... well, it's no No Country for Old Men. Over 23 years of filmmaking, the Coens' worst movies-The Ladykillers, Intolerable Cruelty-have been better than anything 90 percent of filmmakers will ever make. Discovery-or its cousin, the comeback-makes so much more interesting a story than sustained quality. Yet here the brothers are again, turning out another goofy, predictably unpredictable caper about people in over their heads. It all begins with Osborne Cox (John Malkovich), a hot-tempered CIA analyst whose demotion inspires his resignation, and plans for a tell-all memoir. But the notes for Cox's book wind up on the same disk as financial information for his wife Katie's (Tilda Swinton) planned divorce proceedings, which all inadvertently winds up in the hands of two D.C.-area fitness center employees. For Linda Litzke (Frances McDormand), the information could be the key to paying for the cosmetic surgery she longs for; and for her co-worker Chad (Brad Pitt) ... well, it's something cool to do.


  • Sound Stories & Interviews
  • SF or Bust: We get down at the first-ever Outside Lands fest

    Editor's note: Terribly agoraphobic, Sound Check couldn't muster the courage to get out of our Central Oregon comfort zone to check out the brand spankin' new Outside Lands festival in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park. So, knowing that we couldn't let this event go uncovered, we sent intrepid Source contributor Kaycee Anseth-Townsend southward. Serious music lovers often equate a festival schedule with a tapas menu: scrumptiously delicious, but portions too small to satisfy. That's how the first-ever Outside Lands Music and Arts Festival in Golden Gate Park left me feeling. A festival experience is really about scale: The scale of a city you've never been to, guided by an overpriced and inaccurate tourist map where an almost 2,000 acre park is shrunk to the size of ten city blocks, which is only realized when suddenly you've walked ten miles and haven't even gotten to the park yet. The scale of 60,000 people and the eerie silence of such a large crowd that was heard when the sound system died twice during Radiohead, amplifying the shared experience to those it didn't annoy. As I waded through a sea of corn-based and fully-compostable beer cups after Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers left the stage Saturday night, the multitude of cups a visual hangover from the day.
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  • Sound Stories & Interviews
  • All-Stars of the World: DJ Logic rounds up two camels and a slew of musical greats for Global Noize

    Those Camels like it loud.The above photo is actually the cover art for Global Noize's self-titled debut CD, if you can believe that. It's hardly the stuff of multi-thousand-dollar photo shoots or commissioned artistic renderings that are often found on CD covers. It's just two dudes standing next to a couple of camels with some stacks of records and a few speakers photoshopped in for extra pizzazz. But those two dudes are Jason Miles, the illustrious jazz keyboardist also known for his producing career, and the dude on the right is none other than DJ Logic, the expert turntablist known for his collaborations with a myriad of musicians of varying genres. As for the camels, they remain unidentified. The photo was taken when Miles and Logic were in Morocco prior to the birth of the world music project known as Global Noize and the all-star band that then sprouted. If you ask Logic, he says the image has some weight to it.
  • Sound Stories & Interviews
  • Dropping Names: Problem Stick's Wayne Newcome on sharing the stage with David Allan Coe

    Forget the Madonna headset, David Allan Coe is a badass.Wayne Newcome now leads the local rock band Problem Stick but 25 years ago he was driving a delivery truck in San Francisco and hating nearly every song he heard on the radio. It was around this time that he bought the 45 single of David Allan Coe's "Willie, Waylon and Me." Now, a quarter of a century later, Newcome and Problem Stick take the stage in an opening slot for Coe's Midtown Ballroom performance. "When all those stupid hair bands came out, I couldn't stand all that shit. So I started listening to country music and that's when I bought my first David Allan Coe 45," Newcome says.


  • Outside Features
  • I Love the Deschutes: Upriver, Downriver and In Between

    How lucky am I? The Deschutes River flows through my backyard. Everyday, I watch the geese and the ducks, sometimes the swans, float by as I work in my home office. It's magical when the sinking sun bounces off the rippling river under the willow tree and sets my living room asparkle. My dog is endlessly entertained by the beavers, otters and minks and I never have to worry about filling her outdoor water bowl. Occasionally, neighborhood boys set crawdad traps from my dock. I frequently paddle from my backyard up to McKay Park, down to the Newport Bridge and back again. I can say with 100% confidence that I have logged more river miles on the Mirror Pond run in the past eight years than anyone in the world. I am intimately familiar with the channel of best flow, the submerged rocks above the Columbia Park footbridge, the underwater pylons below the Drake Park footbridge, the swan nests, the water level and the silt buildup in Mirror Pond. Over the years, I have also collected the following out of our river: a love note in a beer bottle, a leather statue of an ibex, a plastic frog, an Aerobie Flying Ring, a license plate, a horseshoe, a lawn chair, a couple flip flops per summer, several pumpkins, a few unmanned floaties, 20 softballs, 39 tennis balls and approximately $5.75 in recycling. A couple of weeks ago we reported to the Bend Police a picnic table going down the river. It is still hung up on the buoy line in front of the Newport spillway. Why someone felt compelled to launch the table, presumably from McKay Park, and why no one has removed it, I don't know. I love the Deschutes River and I think we should all appreciate this treasure that flows through the heart of Bend.


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