On Saturday night in the newly refurbished Old Stone Church, some of the most honestly awesome rock music I’ve heard in Bend in quite some time was being played. Sure, this was the Portland Indie Invasion, which our paper sponsored, but that’s not weighing into my opinion.
Video of Norman and The Dimes From Saturday Night’s Portland Indie Invasion
Pinback Returning to Bend July 8
Things just keep looking better and better for the summer music scene here in Bend — and doubly so now that it’s been announced that progressive popsters Pinback are playing the Domino Room on July 8.
The band played a sold-out show at the Domino in February of 2007, but haven’t been back since.
Teamwork: On Becoming a Pilot Butte Greenwave Hoops Fan
After close to 40 years of participating in, writing about and photographing individual self-propelled sports, I recently developed a passion for a team sport. Not any team sport.
Playing God: Latest God of War serves up the gore gleefully
It's almost impossible for any God of War-type game to distinguish itself – even God of War III. The first game's formula, featuring hordes of enemies and weapons swinging in all directions, has been copied so much (and sometimes so well) that it has pushed the designers of God of War III to try a change of scale rather than style. Now, Kratos – the angry mortal hero on a mission to destroy the gods – is lost in ever-larger environments, to the point that he often becomes a dot in the landscape.
In the background, the peaks of Mount Olympus and the cliffs of the Underworld glow like dioramas lit with colored Christmas lights. In these settings, Kratos resembles a plastic figurine, clinging to walls like he had been glued on and sometimes even hovering slightly above the ground as though he were being held by an invisible hand.
Win Tickets to the Portland Indie Invasion with The Dimes, Norman and Tortune
In a move to bring more indie rock to town, The Source and Lay it Out Events have put together the Portland Indie Invasion at the Old Stone Church, a show on Saturday night featuring three quality acts from PDX, including The Dimes, Norman and Tortune. If you haven’t seen it yet, here’s our feature on The Dimes from this week’s issue.
Toto Needs A Place, Too
The Old Mill Dog Park is a great addition to the city of Bend. However, it has a design flaw. Since there is no dedicated small dog play area, large and small dogs are forced to share the space, and often, their play is dangerously rough. The park is large enough to partition a safe, small dogs (30 lbs. and under) only area.
As the owner of a friendly and well-behaved retired racing greyhound, I've spent upwards of an hour waiting for small dogs to clear out of the park so my dog can go in without causing alarm to small dog owners. I wait because, although my dog is not aggressive, her breed is trained to chase and hunt small prey, and I won't take the chance of her grabbing a small dog, even at play.
Bragging Rights: Thirty years of bracketology
It started just over three decades ago when a friend and fellow sports nut asked me who I thought would win the NCAA basketball tournament. I told him.
Over the Top and Off the Deep End at The Bulletin
The first thing I turn to after I bring in my copy of The Bulletin every morning is the editorial page. I never know what kind of inspired idiocy I’ll get to read as I eat my Cheerios.
Strings Abound: The Portland Cello Project plays tonight for free
Forget everything you know about cellos. Did you do that yet? Even Yo-Yo Ma? How about your time in the elementary school orchestra? Memory wiped clean? Good, because you need to realize that a group out of Portland has decided to make the cello — actually a whole s-load of cellos — cool.
Signs of Spring: Daffodils, white legs and PPP entry forms mark the season
This weekend came in like a lamb and went out like a lion, fitting for the first weekend of spring in Central Oregon.
After a gray El Nino winter, I think everyone in Bend went bonkers on Saturday when it was sunny and 71 degrees. It was hard to choose what to do that day, so most of us just tried to cram in as many outdoor activities as possible. I got in a road ride up to Wanoga without my neoprene booties and a run in shorts (exposing my winter-white legs) along the river trail. Bikers, runners and paddlers were scattered all over the place.
By Sunday, a front came through, bringing fresh snow to the mountain and blowing all my over-optimistically unveiled adirondack chairs off the deck. Oh well, that's how it goes, but the signs of spring are unequivocal – the daffodils are blooming and the PPP entry forms are out.

