Reverend Horton Heat
thursday 8
The irreverent Reverend Horton Heat is making a return appearance to heat up the Domino Room with some of the craziest psychobilly jams you're likely to hear this side of Texas. Opening the show is a band whose name we just heard bleeped out on a radio ad – Nashville Pussy. $20/advance, $25/door. Doors open at 8pm. Bendticket.com. 9pm. Domino Room, 51 NW Greenwood Ave.
Culture Features
Our Picks for 9/2-9/8
Little Woody Barrel-Aged
Brew Festival
friday-saturday 2-3
A beer festival like this would be tough to pull off in most other places in this country, but here in Bend, this specialty brew celebration has become a huge hit. Now in its third year, the Little Woody features barrel-aged beers from almost all of Central Oregon's breweries, as well as some new additions from out of town. If you like big, bold beers, this is where you should be this weekend. If you're not as adventurous, that's fine, too – there are some lighter specialty beers. Also, there's a Northwest whiskey tasting for the truly bold among us. In addition, you'll find music, food vendors and much more. 5-10pm Friday, Noon-10pm Saturday. Des Chutes Historical Museum, 129 NW Idaho Ave.
One Canvas Cara Thayer and Louie Van Patten share a marriage and a paintbrush
The vivid, Technicolor hands of Cara Thayer and Louie Van Patten's paintings pull you into the Ruud Gallery as soon as you step into the hushed, cool space. Not super realism, yet not afraid of fooling the eye from twenty paces, the couple's new works have an underlying tension to them, illustrated by wringing, skeletal hands, by grimacing flesh, or, in the case of one dramatic scene, “The Persistence of Repressed Thoughts III,” an ambiguous figure jails the other in a contorted headlock.
In this painting, the dominant figure is Thayer, the trapped figure Van Patten. But this is an arbitrary acknowledgement. Yes, they are a couple. Yes, they share canvases and brushes, working on large, luscious oil paintings together. No, they can't really point out who painted what. And yes, they get along just fine, if you were wondering.
The Bard in the Park: A Midsummer Night's Dream comes to life in Drake Park this weekend
It will still be Drake Park and Riverside Boulevard will still wrap around the edges, but with the Deschutes lazily snaking through Mirror Pond and the pines towering over the stage, things will feel very much like a fairyland William Shakespeare set out to create almost 500 years ago. OK, so that last sentence wasn't as magical as any of the lines found within A Midsummer Night's Dream, one of the Bard's most popular plays, but this weekend Drake Park will definitely take on a different feeling with the first-ever outdoor Shakespeare in the Park event.
With two evening shows on Friday and Saturday night and another matinee performance on Saturday afternoon, Shakespeare in the Park also includes acting workshops and teasers from community theater groups, but the focus is on the creative interpretation of A Midsummer's Night Dream by the Northwest Classical Theatre Company. The acting troupe is based in Portland and includes a number of Shakespeare's plays in their repertoire, and when Tifany LeGuyonne, whose Cat Call Productions is working with Source sister company Lay It Out Events to put on this weekend festival, heard they could do Midsummer's, she knew she'd found the play for the first year of the event.
On Mountains and Oceans
I've always lived in the mountains, or at least near them. And when times got tough and I needed to get away that's where I go. Up. Up high where there were long views, clear air and perspective, where the eye and the mind could roam unimpeded, where the birds spent their days. I can't say why this is – still is to this day – except that's how I grew up, half feral in the shade of something bigger than myself that took up a good portion of the sky during the day and at night a deep bite out of the stars. Ever since I can remember, I've identified myself with steep inclines, deep shades, the protectiveness of ravines and the odor of pine. I'd go to the mountains to rejuvenate a depleted spirit, or get over a disastrous love affair. It just seemed the natural thing to do.
Then, not long ago, I drove over the mountains and dropped down 5,000 feet and pulled up alongside the ocean. Damn, it was big. And that was just the top of it. This was the Oregon Coast, something I'd heard about, read about, seen pictures of and yet didn't have the first damn clue what it was. So I sat there with the windows down and the roar of the surf in my ears and just stared.
Our Picks for 8/18-8/25
An Evening with
Chris Horner
thursday 18
One of Bend's most famous residents, pro cyclist Chris Horner, is giving his hometown residents a look into his life as part of Team RadioShack and what it's like to race in the Tour de France. Horner, as many know, suffered injuries in a serious crash during the race and had to withdraw. He's since come back to Bend to recover and is thankfully giving this talk (which includes a Q&A) session at the Tower. $20/Adults, $5/Kids 18 and under. 7pm. Tower Theatre, 835 NW Wall St.
Fake Swords, Real Community: Getting medieval at the Corvaria Harvest Tournament
Standing on a grassy lawn at the Peterson Rock Garden on a sunny Saturday afternoon staring at vaulted canvas tents, arcane symbols emblazoned on banners flapping in the breeze and, most notably, a lot of oddly dressed individuals, I start trying to sort through all of the strangeness.
I am at the Corvaria Harvest Tournament and trying to figure out what, exactly, is going on.
Luckily, not two minutes after stepping foot on the tournament grounds, I'm intercepted by lady Oliva Magdalene DeHaro, the Chatelaine of Corvaria (a.k.a. the media relations person/tour guide/encourager of all new-comers). Vicomtesse Duana Treherne, who has served as princess of the Summits (our area’s principality) three times, also approached me and reiterated the importance of Lady Oliva’s company as I poked around.
History on Wheels: Learning Bend's past on bike with Let it Ride
As a transplant to Oregon, I'm embarrassed to admit that I remain largely unlearned of the rich history that is Bend's past.
I imagine I'm not alone in this ignorance, which is why the folks at Let it Ride may be onto something. For $45 you can get a two-hour guided tour of downtown Bend. But get this: the tour is on electric bicycles. You get to see plenty of historical Bend without getting tired!
It's Your Art: Be Part of Art pushes to keep up Bend's creative reputation
Driving in circles could be maddening. It could be nauseating, actually. But on a recent Thursday afternoon, Jody Ward is instructing her friend and fellow Art in Public Places board member Cristy Lanfri to continue driving in circles. Just a couple more times, she says, pointing to the center of a roundabout on Newport Avenue, describing in great detail the background of a sculpture – titled “Bueno Homage to Buckaroo” – its artist, Danae Bennet-Miller, and how it's one of the newer pieces of public art in Bend.
Ward knows a thing or two about art in Bend. Back in the late 1960s, Ward and some other community members came together to bring some more culture to what was then a relatively barren creative landscape.
“There were no art galleries, no traveling art shows. I was a young mom and wanted to have these opportunities for our kids and the rest of the town,” says Ward after our tour of only a third or so of Bend's 40-plus public art installations that range from our iconic roundabout sculptures to paintings in public buildings.
On the Friday Night Art Walk
It is 8:30 on a Friday evening and I've had just enough cheap wine and looked at just enough bad art to feel happy and sad. From this vantage point the evening is vast, stretching out in all directions, and the streets full, cheerful couples and small packs of friends roaming in the gloaming. It is warm, summer has finally arrived, and the good stink of day-hot asphalt perfumes the air. There is a carefree nature to the milling crowds; an animation Monday morning knows nothing about. It doesn't hurt that free wine is being poured and seldom-seen friends are meeting. Standing on the corner of Bond Street and Minnesota Avenue, I listen to the Doppler of laughter as people pass. It tells me tomorrow is a long way away.
Maybe it's the wine or maybe the warm night air, but worry leaves the people on evenings like this. It's like a coat they take off. The future can take care of itself, is what they are saying, just give it its own sweet time. I've come downtown for the simple reason to be downtown. Hoping for nothing, expecting less, I predict to be cudgeled by small talk and lifted by chance. The excuse is to look at art, but really it is something far less worthy, something far more important than that.

