Laurel Brauns
Closed for the Season
★★★1/2 out of 5 stars
It's remarkably
appropriate that the cover of Bend-based singer-songwriter Laurel
Brauns' latest album is black and white (mostly black). The cover photo
is a moody, monochromatic shot of a wet-haired, shirtless young boy
standing outdoors. He looks cold, and he's holding an earthworm
awkwardly in the palms of his hands. You can't tell if it's dead or
alive - only that the boy seems to harbor a solemn fascination for it.
The
songs on Closed for the Season echo the mystery and the melancholy of
the photo…mostly the latter. In fact, Brauns' words and music push a
would-be "folksy" sound deep into a strange, enthralling realm of
Old-Worldly organic gothic.
Sad vs. Happy: Local songwriters explore the dark and light sides of the musical force
Welcome to Reggaetown, Oregon: Three reggae shows in two days – seriously?
Soldiers of Jah Army, honorary mayors of Reggaetown.We've pounded it into these pages more than enough in the past six
months, and a sincere apology to all if this seems like a message from
the Department of Redundancy Department, but … what is up with all the
friggin' reggae going down in this town? At this point, I'm not even
sure how I feel about it, but I sure as hell can't avoid it. And maybe
we shouldn't even worry - the Benders (we're taking a week off from
mentioning "Bendites" in the paper) seem to love it.
This weekend could very well be the peak of the local reggae movement with three separate reggae shows in a matter
of 48 hours. Here's a rundown of what
you can (if you so choose) sway, bob and swing your dreads to:
Sacred Steel: The guitar gospel, according to the Campbell Brothers
Keeping the steel in the family.In a weird way, it's accurate to call the Campbell Brothers "church
music," because, technically they play their tunes in a church, just as
they've been doing since they were kids. But this isn't the church
music of organs, autoharps and white-haired women singing falsetto with
one hand raised, leading a drowsy congregation though a down-tempo hymn
- this is pretty much rock music.
Chuck Campbell grew up in the House
of God Church, a Pentecostal, predominately African-American
denomination that shies away from the pipe organ, opting for the steel
guitar to lift the spirits of the congregation, and get them moving
their feet. This isn't a whining, yawning county Western slide guitar -
the House of God sound, often referred to as "Sacred Steel," is more of
a shouting, screaming, wailing manipulation of the instrument that,
when accompanied by a band, is pretty hard not to dance to.
Revving Up the Slime Machine
Republicans in Clark County, WA turned a deeper shade of red after MSNBC commentator Keith Olbermann exposed them for posting a pack of lies about Barack Obama on their website.
Eccentric Artist of the 64 Squares
You have to be a little crazy to be passionate about chess. Spending endless hours memorizing variations of the Nimzo-Indian Defense and more endless hours moving little pieces of wood around on a board isn't a pursuit for the completely rational.
Bobby Fischer, one of the greatest players of all time and considered by many to be the greatest American player ever, took both chess and craziness to new levels. He died last week at age 64 in Reykjavik, Iceland, where his own eccentricity had exiled him.
The Chicago-born Fischer got his first chess set at age 6, and the achievements came quickly - youngest player ever to win the U.S. Junior Chess Championship (1956), youngest ever to be ranked as a Grandmaster (1958), youngest ever to win the U.S. Chess Championship (1958).
But it was the world championship match against Soviet star Boris Spassky that captured the imagination of Fischer's fellow Americans and established his place as an icon not just in the rarefied world of high-level chess but in popular culture. Through July and into August of 1972, instead of baseball games, TV sets in bars across America were tuned to PBS to watch the play-by-play of the match from Reykjavik.
Fischer reamed the Russian, 12 points to 8 - roughly the equivalent of one football team beating another by 42-14. The victory, at a time when the US and USSR were still hotly engaged in the Cold War, made Fischer both a celebrity and a national hero. He met President Nixon at the White House. He was on the cover of Life and Sports Illustrated.
But chess prodigies tend to burn out early, and Fischer followed the pattern. Withdrawing behind a wall of reclusiveness and hostility, he refused huge financial offers to play Spassky again while becoming involved with fringe religions and, reportedly, neo-Nazi ideology. Voluntarily exiling himself from his native country, Fischer lived in obscurity in Japan, Hungary, the Philippines and Switzerland before finally renouncing his U.S. citizenship and moving to Iceland in 2005. He surfaced from time to time in radio broadcasts in which he railed against the United States and "the international Jewish conspiracy." (His mother was a Jew.) On Sept. 11, 2001, he told a radio talk show host in the Philippines that the terrorist attack was "wonderful news" and called for President Bush's death - remarks that got him booted out of the United States Chess Federation.
But in the end it will be for his contributions to the game, not his crazed rants, that Fischer will be remembered. "After 1972, we lost so many great pieces of art," chess teacher Bruce Pandolfini told the Times, "hundreds of masterpieces he would have created if he had stayed a sane being."
Paper Ballots or Vapor Ballots
The surprising results of the New Hampshire primary have conjured up the same questions that arose following the victories of Bush the Younger in the past two elections.
Who really won The big question revolves around the use of Diebold electronic vote counting machines, which can be easily manipulated and leave no paper trail.
Hillary Clinton's win in New Hampshire was clearly in contrast to expert expectations and, more importantly, the exit poll interviews. In precincts where machines were used, Hillary Clinton won, but where paper ballots were hand-counted, Barack Obama won.
Juniper Ridge Alphabet Soup
Burned once with MOUs, shame on Bend; burned twice, shame on us! Our city quickly turns MOUs (memos of understanding) into IOUs worth millions of taxpayer money to the beneficiary while we're left "holding the bag."
Is the Park District planning to sue Bend for nonperformance like everyone else? Or has the Park District accurately determined that Juniper Ridge is DOA(dead on arrival), which eliminates the need for massive spending on swings and slides in the desert?
The Virus of Hate
If someone were to do something utterly vile to a dear loved one, our natural reaction would be to take out the same action upon them, right? We become so full of hate and violence, which makes us no better than the perpetrator. But we have to think about what caused them to do something like that. The person must have had so much hate upon them sometime in their life, something or someone must have taught them to hate the way they do. Another force would have to drive them to do something so evil. We have to think about the hate.
Protect Our Westside Fairyland
Where I live, I look outside and see what I would describe as a fairy-tale castle scene. From the lush, plentiful trees, to the abundance of nature that buzzes around, it is a fantasy land - one that I would choose to live in if I could choose nearly any place in the world.
But there, on the outskirts of my beautiful view, I see the beginnings of what looks like more apartments. Yes, they are going to chop out yet more of the beautiful scenery on the Westside that we enjoy every day and replace it with apartments, concrete, and a treeless view.
A Wise Vote on Measure 49
I am a third-generation Oregonian. I cannot even begin to express the joy I felt with the passing of Measure 49. I felt as if humanity, in a sense, had redeemed themselves. Oregon has been able to hold on to her beauty for so long. It has been so distressing to watch this great land disappear to massive developments. The wildlife has suffered the most. Just observe all of the dead animals on the road.

