It's Always Half Full.
Upfront made almost half of the 11 shows at Bend's biggest venue this summer. We were there on the cold and wet night that Michael Franti and Spearhead opened up the season by getting our beanie-covered heads bopping and we were also in attendance as the revamped Stone Temple Pilots closed out the season with a "Time Life Alt-Rock of the Early-Mid Nineties" nostalgia set.
All in all, the amphitheater season was a success, say the organizers of the venue. But what caught the eye of Upfront were the show-by-show figures printed in the Other Paper this week stating that even the most well-attended show (Brooks & Dunn, y'all) drew less than 5,000 people. The number is impressive, but not as remarkable when considering that the stated capacity for the Schwab is 8,000.
We were at Sheryl Crow's post-Obamarama late-night (at least by Bend standards) rock-a-thon which reportedly drew about 4,400 fans and the place seemed pretty much packed. There were a few spots in the beer garden to strap in a few more people, but for the most part, an open piece of grass was hard to come by.
What’s a Palinista
PP Heads and PBRs: Person People at Parrilla 9.5.08
How many PBR tall boys does it take to satiate a few hundred Person People fans? We're afraid that his question falls straight into the owl with the Tootsie Pop arena of unsolved queries.
You see, when Person People launched into a loud-as-all-bejeezus set in the Parrilla Grill parking lot on Friday night to benefit the Divison Street Skatepark Project, the PBR was flowing like, well PBR.
Interviewing “Dr. Evil” in St. Paul
Oregonian blogger Jeff Mapes had an interesting encounter at the Republican National Convention last week with Rick Berman, the Washington lobbyist behind those TV ads accusing Oregon Democratic Senate candidate Jeff Merkley of wanting to take away workers' right to a secret ballot.
John Butler: The WHOLE interview
Shelby Harwood chatted it up with Australian roots rocker John Butler and here’s the full transcript of that interview which is MUCH longer than the portion that appeared in the print edition. Enjoy all you faithful JBT fans…
It seems like you've been on tour almost non-stop since Grand National
came out last year, but you said in an interview at Lollapalooza that
you had enough songs for a new album, how do you find time to write
with such a busy schedule?
I'll actually take a bit of a break after this tour and just chill out,
write more songs and do nice things like visit the beach with my
family, and then I'll see how I go and just record an album. We're
looking to kind of probably, now that we're kind of getting more
established in all the territories we're going to give everybody a
little less. Usually what happens is you go really hard at the
beginning and kind of get everybody on board and then once everybody's
on board you don't really need to tour three or four times a year, you
know, it's actually probably dangerous to do that because everybody you
know gets sick of you. You know, we'll start coming back once or twice
a year, and that will leave a little bit more time for all kinds of
stuff. You know, it takes a long time to get it to that place - whether
it be in America or Australia or Europe - and you just kind of have to
dig in for a while you know?
I was actually living in Australia last year when Grand National came
out in March and was wondering what's it like being so huge in
Australia - getting daily radio play and being blasted over the sound
system at City Beach on a regular basis for example - and then coming
to the US as a relatively unknown act? Is it strange or do you like it
better being somewhat anonymous?
It's to be expected, you know, there's a big difference between
mainstream popularity and underground popularity, which is what I guess
we kind of have over here now after seven or eight years of [touring]
America. It just takes time, you can't expect things to transfer from
one country to the next unless you have some sort of world-wide hit,
which comes with it's own dangers. There's several bands from Australia
that have had major world-wide hits - no one's ever heard of them and
then they're big around the world and then it's hard to kind of
maintain that. So we kind of do it in the opposite way. We kind of just
build it up from the ground up and what it kind of means is by the time
you're kind of getting to where your status is in the well-known
region, it's solid and it just stays for a long time. That's kind of
what's happened in Australia, every step of the way it's grown slowly,
it's never been like a huge splash and so by the time we were big, the
roots were very deep, it wouldn't really matter what storm came by,
what we built … it wouldn't be knocked over. So that's pretty much what
we've built over in America, it just hasn't hit mainstream yet, but
it's a very solid place to be and I don't have a problem with that.
Convention Puzzle: Where’s Gordo?
Gordon Smith skipped the Republican National Convention in St. Paul this week, saying he needed to hit the campaign trail in Oregon. But he seems to have spent most of the week holed up at home in Pendleton.
Stumbling and Bumbling
I was currently enjoying your "Thirsty" issue, when I stumbled upon a mistake in the "Simple Economics" part of the story. Henry Weinhard's beer is NOT brewed in Hood River, read the label, Miller owns HW and it is brewed at one of their facilities in Texas or California.
Movie Night Without A Loan Application: Prineville’s Pine Theater makes movie-going fun again
The back to the future at the pine. Last December, Christmas came early in Prineville. A handful of days before St. Nick was scheduled to shimmy down chimneys and/or bathroom vents of good little boys and girls, Prineville received the best gift a town could ask for: a movie theater.
Scratch that, an open movie theater.
You see, Prineville always had a movie house; there was just this small matter of it not showing any films for the last 20-odd years. Word on the street is that the Pine Theater-first opened in 1938-went dark on account of rowdy teenagers. Damn those youths (insert fist waving in air)! Oh, and something about lack of appropriate fire exits.
Yet one chilly night, nine months ago, the neon sign flickered on and the marquee lit up. After a twenty year hiatus, date night in Prineville was back; and not a moment too soon.
Over the last decade, Prineville swelled from a big town to a small city of over 10,000 people. While new shops opened catering to locals, entertainment options were in short supply. There were no venues for live music, no brew pubs for smoke-free socializing, and the only bowling alley sits miles from downtown.
Embrace Your Inner Tourist: It’s safe to go outside again!
And we all glide on. Soaring, etc.
OK, so we are all glad that the tourists have gone home. But maybe, secretly, we have an inner tourist that actually enjoyed riding the Space Mountain Roller Coaster at Disney World, bungy jumping in Queenstown and partaking in the wine and cheese safari in Napa Valley. Rather than wait 'til the relatives come to visit, now is the perfect time to come out of the closet and be a tourist in your own backyard.
GET ABOVE IT ALL
Last week, the friendly folks at Sunriver Soaring invited me to go on one of their glider flights. I'd never been in a glider before and, to be honest, I don't do particularly well on roller coasters and such, so I did sneak a Dramamine before my flight. I met the crew, including pilot Dale Masters, at the Sunriver Airport. It instilled confidence to meet Dale. He just looks like the seasoned pilot that he is and, with 30 years of successful soaring under his belt, he is the author of Soaring: Beyond the Basics. Brian Lansburgh, who has owned Sunriver Soaring for about a year and a half, supported his family for years as a comic pilot. That sounded like an oxymoron to me, but Dale explained, "He would fly like he didn't know what he was doing (which actually requires tremendous skill) and cap off the performance by landing and hopping out of the cockpit in a clown costume."
Shadow World: Traitor trades on Bourne action with ideas
Separate ways, worlds apart. Traitor works well on two very important levels: one, as just good old fashioned thriller with a wide variety of settings - London, Marseilles, Yemen, Toronto, and of course Washington DC - and two, it reminds us in not-so-subtle ways that the people who brought us 9/11 haven't gone away.
But the issue here is confused morality. How do you reconcile a seemingly good man doing heinous things?
Guy Pearce (LA Confidential) and Don Cheadle (Crash) head this international terrorism story, with one my of my favorite actors, Jeff Daniels (The Squid and The Whale) in a small but critical role.
Cheadle plays Samir Horn, an American-educated Muslim, who comes to terrorism early in his life after witnessing the car bombing of a family member. Reminiscent of all those "why is this good guy doing bad stuff" political thrillers, we start trying to wrestle with that question early on in the film as we find Horn in the company of some very unsavory characters.
Horn shows up on the radar of FBI agent Roy Clayton (Pearce). It is their relationship, the nuances of good and evil in the world, where loyalties really lie, and the complications of the "truth" which make this one of the more fascinating and believable international thrillers I have seen in recent years.
To Laugh, or Not to Laugh: Hamlet 2 squanders its weight in gold
To laugh or not to laugh. Hamlet 2 is a mixed bag of treats, missed opportunities, inspired comic genius, dull plodding and failed timing. In short, some parts are good, while others…not so much.
The film starts off with a collage of the "work" of actor Dana Marchz (Steve Coogan) including infomercials and roles in Xena, showing real humorous potential. Cut to the present where he is a depressed but optimistic dweeb acting teacher in Tucson. He is on the verge of losing the drama department due to the lack of talent in his plays (stage versions of movies like Erin Brockovich) plus fiscal cutbacks and a really mad, conservative principal (the always underrated Marshall Bell) who hates his guts. He then inadvertently adopts a bunch of inner-city kids into his class and comes up with the idea to do a sequel to Hamlet. Since everyone dies in the first one, as we all know, Marchz (his name is constantly mispronounced) solves that problem with a time machine, Jesus and a lot of gay references.
Steve Coogan is brilliant in the lead role, but perhaps too brilliant - he is given way too much leeway to over act. At first it works, but then it becomes tedious and overkill. Coogan's character drains you of any sympathy and after a while you just want to punch him in the face. As Marchz's wife Brie, Katherine Keener does her smartest and bitchiest person in the room shtick (nothing new there), and drinks a margarita that's the size of a Herculean goblet. Then there's Elizabeth Shue, playing herself, and has given up on acting and become a nurse. This is, thankfully, underplayed.

