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Canadian singer-songwriter Serena Ryder opens for Howie Day at the WOW Hall on Jan. 15. With any luck, she’ll play her gorgeous, plaintive cover of Band of Horses’ “The Funeral,” which you can listen to on her MySpace page. Or you could just watch the live version: Continue reading
As promised in print, here are the mix CD track listings from The Procrastinator’s Gift Guide — with links for listening. Many of the links go to YouTube “videos” with audio only; some go to Stereogum and other places where you can stream or download songs; some, when the individual song wasn’t available, go to MySpace pages; some go to live performances or official videos. If you find a broken link or have a better one for us, please let me know! Continue reading
All photos by Todd Cooper. See the whole gallery here Well, I was totally wrong about that first song. Continue reading
The number of things I haven’t found time to blog about in the last few months — hey, it’s Best of Eugene, and a girl only has so many hours in the week! — is nearing moderately frightful but not yet epic proportions. I think it’s time for a Catch-All Catch-Up Post. It’s cleansing for one and all! And when it’s over, I can feel free to write about Wordstock and the men’s basketball team without guilt! MFNW! Continue reading
Oh, Joss Whedon. Continue reading
So I’m still recovering. STILL. Sleep schedule thrown off. Ears hearing things funny. And Friday? Friday is to blame for a lot of this. (Thursday went like this.) Continue reading
You know what’s hard to come by during Musicfest NW? Time. Time to do anything like, say, blog. There’s plenty of time to stand around impatiently as the band before your favorite band seems to play forever and you’re stuck sweating and trying to sip a beer slowly, but when Frightened Rabbit goes on at 12:30 in the morning (in theory) and you, as a result, sleep in so late you almost miss lunch, well, shit, my friends, you run out of time. Continue reading
The circus is gone. The kids that remain are crawling the ground under the apple trees for green fruit, which they toss up onto the shading, stretched fabric. It’s at an angle, so the fruit always bounces back down. Every so often, a cry of “APPLE!” goes up. I haven’t figured out the rules of the game. Continue reading
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