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Slideshow: First Thursday

Twinkling buildings, boxing-gloved broads, and a man in a shipping crate.

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Ponder the near-monastic concentration of J.D. Perkin’s Little Boxer, Golden (Laura Russo Gallery) then click through the slideshow to preview more pieces from First Thursday.

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Ponder the near-monastic concentration of J.D. Perkin’s Little Boxer, Golden (Laura Russo Gallery) then click through the slideshow to preview more pieces from First Thursday.

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Grace, by J.D. Perkin.
Riffing off the classic Greco-Roman “Three Graces,” these clay ladies show the Spartan side of femininity.
Laura Russo Gallery
Details: Ceramic, 56″ × 33″ × 33″

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Twins by J.D. Perkin
These fighters seem very evenly matched, and equally protected by their patches of gear. Meanwhile, the simplicity of the forms evokes ancient totems. Place your bets; who will prevail? Or will they be unearthed in a thousand years, still deadlocked in combat?
Laura Russo Gallery
Details: Ceramic, 16″ × 20″ × 8″

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Nightview, New York, 1932
Under Abbott’s expert lens (presumably weilded from a plane) New York transforms into a luminous fairyland.
Charles A Hartman Fine Art
Details: Gelatin silver print, printed later; signed and numbered in pencil on mount recto

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Flatiron Building, NY, 1938
Some architectural forms are more assertive than others. Abbott celebrates this structure, built in 1902 and still standing up to other distinctive monoliths.
Charles A Hartman Fine Art
Details: Gelatin silver print, printed later; signed and numbered in pencil on mount recto

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Penn Station, 1934
This is evidently a train station and not a cathedral…but, good god! The arches!
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No, this is not a NASA experiment. This Arkansas artist has spent the last week cooped up in a crate playing Lord of The Rings. He’ll (triumphantly?) rejoin society tonight at Fourteen30 Contemporary. Read more.

Before you trot out to Gallery Row this evening, click through the slide show to sneak-preview a couple of our favorite fine artists!

Portland sculptor J.D. Perkin will show rustic boxer-inspired ceramic works at Laura Russo Gallery, while 1930s New York photographer Berenice Abbot’s gorgeous black-and-white cityscapes will be on view at Charles A. Hartman. If you’re looking for something a little more experimental, click here or scroll to the next article to read about Fourteen30 Contemporary’s plan to free artist Jordan Wayne Long from a crate he’s been locked inside for the last 7 days. Taken together, these selections bring multiple meanings to the old adage, “Think outside the box.”

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Preview: Box Shipment #2

Artist examining trauma travels more than 2,000 miles locked in a crate that couldn’t hold your refrigerator.

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Only a few days ago, artist Jordan Wayne Long was bolted inside a wooden crate and shipped from the small town of Bald Knob, Arkansas all the way to Portland, a nearly 2,250-mile journey that will require Long to spend a week locked in the box.
“Shipped” is a bit of a misnomer, since the crate will actually be riding in the back of a cargo van driven by Long’s brother rather than at the bottom of a stack in the back of a semi truck (legal restrictions forced this decision), but he’ll be on the road, bolted inside the 35”x55”x55” box for seven days straight. He left his home state of Arkansas July 1 and will arrive at Fourteen30 Contemporary’s satellite gallery space at 937 NW Glisan for a show at 7:00 p.m. on Thursday, July 7.

Originally from the world of photography, Long gradually became less of a shutterbug while attending grad school at Michigan’s Cranbrook Academy of Art. Cranbrook instructor Liz Cohen , whose own work is a mix of performance, installation, and photography, encouraged Long to explore and not limit himself to a single medium. Long credits her with helping him find his voice, but Cohen says Long did the work on his own. “He wanted to learn about video and performance, so I just gave him a couple of websites to look at and he more or less taught himself. He’s hungry.”

As he continued his study, Long commando-crawled his way through a reinforced tower of cardboard boxes, hitched himself behind a moving car on a leaf-strewn country road, and spent four days last spring locked in his crate in the common kitchen of the studio at Cranbrook. “I had no idea he was inside [the crate],” Cohen said. “All of the sudden someone came in with a ratchet and opened it. It smelled like a mule and he was just sitting in there playing the video game. It was really impressive.” Cohen encouraged Long to take his crate on the road and helped him set up Thursday’s showing with Fourteen30.
This past May, Long completed his MFA and then spent a month doing landscaping work in Boston to save up for his trip.

In the crate, Long will live on only protein bars and water, relieve himself in “two custom air-sealed containment units,” and his only connection to the outside world will be playing Lord of the Rings Online, a computer game. According to Long’s gear list , he’s bringing as much computer equipment as anything else. Recent research suggesting gameplay might reduce the effect of post-traumatic stress disorder, as well as a Pentagon project experimenting with online games, has encouraged Long to include gameplay in this weeklong personal study of isolation and trauma, exploring connections between managing social environments in online gaming and dealing with trauma and stress in the real world.

Long’s task has received lots of online buzz, though more from gaming sites than the art world. Several mentions have produced heated comment wars on everything from whether or not the project qualifies as art, to the likelihood of the computer overheating the crate, to suggestions for better games to play for seven days straight (from hardcore gamers who’ve logged plenty of sleepless screen time). Regardless of online commenters’ doubts about the artistic viability of his project, Long is thrilled to have the chance for an undertaking of this magnitude so early in his career. “To come out of grad school and have something like this,” Long said, hesitating, “it’s just silly. I was planning on at least another five years before anyone started paying attention to what I was doing.”

Long’s work, especially his current project, carries echoes of ‘60s and ‘70s performance/body artists like Chris Burden and Vito Acconci. Burden’s Five Day Locker Piece, in which the artist spent five days in a 2’x2’x3’ locker on campus at UC-Irvine with five gallons of water in the locker above him and an empty five-gallon container in the locker below him, is the most directly analogous. But Seedbed, in which Acconci spent eight hours a day for three weeks in New York’s Sonnabend Gallery masturbating and speaking his sexual fantasies into a microphone while attendees walked above him on a ramp, might also be an interesting direction for Long to travel. Both Burden and Acconci went on to create enormously diverse bodies of work, something Long seems poised to do as well.


There’s something a bit boyish and brash in a few of the samples of Long’s work I’ve seen so far, and Drag (above) looks like it’s taken directly from the Johnny Knoxville oeuvre (with the exception, perhaps, of the final scene). Long may still be searching for the right angle to approach a topic as multifarious as trauma and PTSD, but it is apparent from speaking with him that his work is evolving and that he’s an artist to watch. For Box Shipment #2, the question that remains is how Long will make use of the trauma discussion when he arrives at the gallery in Portland. Tonight, he’ll be delivered in his crate to Fourteen30’s 937 NW Glisan space, where after a week of being practically immobilized he’ll lift himself up using a homemade pulley system while still locked inside.

Long says his legs were almost nonresponsive for four or five hours after he was released from his shorter stay in the crate last spring, so he’s not sure what to think about the shape he’ll be in at the end of an entire week. “I feel that I can withstand this task mentally,” Long said. “I’m less sure about physically, but I don’t want to know everything. That’s part of the draw of this project, to see if I can do it.”

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Slideshow: Waterfront Blues Festival

125 performances, 4 days, and $726,000 raised,
“because no one should be hungry.”

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Joe Lewis of Black Joe Lewis & The Honey Bears brought a little bit of Austin, Texas to the festival on the 4th of July with sizzling songs from their new album, Scandalous.

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Joe Lewis of Black Joe Lewis & The Honey Bears brought a little bit of Austin, Texas to the festival on the 4th of July with sizzling songs from their new album, Scandalous.

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Donating a minimum of $10 and two items of non-perishable food allowed music enthusiasts and firework lovers admittance to the Waterfront Blues Festival. Festivalgoers who were positioned in-between the Miller Main Stage and the First Tech Federal Blues Stage benefited from non-stop music as soulful blues poured out of both.

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Booming bass lines put a groove in the collective step of the all-ages crowd.

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Grammy-award winning singer-songwriter, Lucinda Williams performed heartfelt songs from her extensive discography on the Miller Stage Saturday night.

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Maceo “The funkiest saxophone player in the world” Parker, performed some iconic James Brown and Ray Charles material with his trademark soulful saxophone on Friday. Fans could catch him again at the Marriott Hotel at 10:30 that night if they really needed another dose of his saucy sax riffs.

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Former Portland resident and five time Grammy Award winner, Robert Cray, excited the crowd during his first Waterfront Blues Festival.

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Among the five stages at the festival, The Front Porch Stage was a crowd favorite due to its checkerboard dance floor.

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On the 4th of July, red, white, and blue was taken to another level as beaded headpieces were found throughout the festival.

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In the crowd, on the bridge, or on the waterfront, the shirtless waving flagman became somewhat of a celebrity throughout the festival.

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A kayaker navigates through the fleet of boats, which had been there weeks in advance to get the perfect riverside view of the stages.

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Guitarist Julie Strange from local combo the Strange Tones—her bass-playing husband Andy Strange is also pictured—was a crowd pleaser with an energetic performance featuring go-go dancers and the band’s house party, surf-inspired rock.

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Ivan Neville’s Dumpstaphunk brought the flavor of thumpin’ Big Easy funk all the way from Nawlins.

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The only way to properly end a Blues Festival on the 4th of July is to shoot off fireworks while “Born in the U.S.A” blasts through the sound system across the Tom McCall Waterfront Park.

Last weekend, Portland’s 24th annual Waterfront Blues Festival turned Tom McCall’s Waterfront Park into a writhing whirlpool of dancing humanity. By 10pm on Monday, the event had raked in $726,000 and 61,250 pounds of food for the Oregon Food Bank in its ongoing quest to end hunger in Oregon.

During all four days, the capacity crowd enjoyed local acts from our own prodigious talent pool as well as heavy hitters like Lucinda Williams, Maceo Parker and Ivan Neville’s Dumpstaphunk, bobbing their heads and stomping their feet as irresistably soulful tunes reverberated through the air.

Portland Monthly caught as many of the 125 acts as we could. We braved the long lines for 12 oz plastic cups of Mirror Pond, held our breath in the designated Port o’ Potty area, and yes, we were just as enamored with that miniature light-up helicopter on Saturday night as you were. While we experienced our share of funky tunes and passionate performances, we were equally struck by the crowd’s dance moves, the likes of which we hadn’t seen since Merton Hanks.

Photographer McKenna Johnson captured some great moments, so crank up Black Joe Lewis & the Honey Bears, reapply that Aloe, and relive some of this weekend’s stand out performances with our exclusive slideshow. In 2012, the fest will celebrate its 25th anniversary by expanding to fill a whole five days.

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Review: Mary Poppins

5 magic moments, 5 child-pleasers
…and a caution to Poppins purists.

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Broadway’s Mary Poppins strikes a “greater than, less than” pose.

BROADWAY BUFFS, TAKE CHEER!

Broadway’s Mary Poppins has an awful lot to offer audiences. It’s a visual stunner and a song-and-dance sensation, and Stephanie Lee does a flawless incarnation of Julie Andrews’ Mary. Culturephile’s child consultant, 7-year-old Lily, was appropriately wowed. Below are a few touches that left a big beautiful impression.

GENERAL STAGE MAGIC
Breathtaking backdrops
The sets in Mary Poppins are nothing short of resplendent, dazzling, disorienting—and their impact can hardly be overstated. They’re like a Rose Parade float wrapped in a ribbon of starlight. They’re like a cathedral cupola that rains soot clouds and flowers. Their forced-perspective designs will pull you in like a magnet, and tilt your head helplessly skyward like an alien abductee. These sets are so stunningly stimulating, the action could almost be an afterthought.

Mary flying
In the first scene, there’s a fakeout: A tiny, tacky light is swept across the stage to symbolize Mary’s flight. But don’t worry: before the production’s over, Ms. Poppins flies on actual wires at least twice, and completely sells the maneuver as flight.

Bert dancing on the ceiling
Now, this is a piece of stage-craft that borders on witchcraft. I still don’t really know how they did it: At the height of the chimney-sweep dance-a-thon “Step In Time,” Bert takes a tippety-tappety stroll—up the right side of the proscenium arch, and then strides upside down into the center of it. Dangling heels-over-head like a bat, he does a sprightly little tap dance. Kids are inevitably amused, but adults who appreciate logistics and design will quietly mutter, “How the…/ What the….?”

The reverse-gravity banister
Like the above example, this stage moment is meant to show the character’s magical powers, but is an equal testament to the set designer’s. While simply leaning on a banister, Mary is swept to the top of the staircase, spit-spot.

The giant umbrella
Three quarters of the way through the production, heads up for a slowly rotating, glowing violet umbrella the size of the sky. Don’t question it; just surrender to the mother ship.

PARTICULAR CHILD PLEASERS
A child-centric story
With their expressive voices and pantomime, Jane and Michael Banks stand in the spot where every boy or girl would like to be: under the all-encompassing umbrella of a magical nanny. Audience kids live vicariously through these two, making the magical moments feel more “real.”

Animals and statues springing to life
Our Child Consultant Lily was instantly enamored by the talking, dancing statuary that replace animated penguins in the “Jolly Holiday” scene. With sculpted, marbled bodysuits and tastefully-placed fig leaves, they convincingly resemble “real” statues. Meanwhile, a well-groomed little gray dog in pigtails (which, in fantasy scenes, morphs into technicolor—pink? green?) seems so lifelike, it feels rude to assume that he’s a puppet. Let’s just pretend he’s real.

Brightly colored, cartoonish costumes
Poppins, the children, and the mother are outfitted to a tee, with Mary’s color pallet seemingly punched up a little for the stage. The people who sing “Supercalifragilisticexpealidocious” are cartoonishly clad, mirroring their actual cartoon counterparts in the movie. Bobbing tassels, springy bustles, and buoyant hair are everywhere, and Lily liked it.

Chimney-sweep chaos
It’s fun to jump on the bed. It’s fun to dirty the floor and break the furniture. It’s dangerous, it makes adults angry, and the fun is fleeting—but it’s fun. This feeling is nicely evoked by the filthy-dirty chimney sweeps, who invade the Banks’ stately home for a raucous romp during “Step In Time.” Like it or not, children revel in consequence-free anarchy, so the chimney sweeps swoop in for an easy win.

Realistic kite-flying
Making good on the sung suggestion to “go fly a kite and send it soaring,” the banks children fly a kite in the park, alongside a flock of others on wires thin enough to suspend disbelief. This is one of the only activities in the play that young kids can actually go home and imitate, which makes it charming.

Warning: only avid Poppins people, theatrical sticklers and philosophy wonks, should read beyond this point. All others, go get your tickets.
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Still here? Very well. Don’t say we didn’t warn you:

POPPINS PURISTS, BEWARE!

We hate to invoke “ain’t broke, don’t fix,” but it really applies here. At the inception of this Broadway adaptation, the 1964 film Mary Poppins had already flourished for 40-some years—a testament that it was not only " not broke," but “practically perfect in every way.” However, where recent local productions like PCS’s A Christmas Story have seamlessly transferred film content to the stage, this piece deviates from its film in some significant ways. Card-carrying, song-singing Poppins-heads who use the film as their baseline, should brace themselves for a few shocks:

Non-original songs
Trotting out new numbers and throwing out original film songs, this Mary Poppins has changed her tune…significantly. Most of George Banks’ self-righteous vocab-building rants (“The Life I Lead” and “Fidelity Fiduciary Bank”) are folded into a dumbed-down amalgamation called “Precision.” Meanwhile, the brilliant reverse-psychology lullabye “Stay Awake” is put to bed completely, and “Fly A Kite’s” waltz companion “I Love To Laugh” is also stifled. “Sister Suffragette” ‘s battle cry is nixed for a victimish new swan-song called “Being Mrs. Banks.” Meanwhile, reward-promoting “Spoonful of Sugar” is offset by a punishment-pushing new dirge, “Brimstone and Treacle.” Why, Disney? Problems at the licensing office? Input from a challenge-averse focus group? If this is an attempted “improvement” on the original songbook, it’s an inevitable failure.

The addition of a “witch”
You tell us: Is it okay that Mary Poppins now battles a rival nanny (played expertly by Q. Smith), and prevails by locking the evil Black character into a giant cage and making her disappear? We want to understand that the character of Miss Andrew is exhumed from the 1934 original book series, and literary buffs might find merit in this “back to the source” approach. We also want to credit the casting choice to Smith’s powerful talent. Nevertheless, the scene feels out of character for the Mary we know, and downright inflammatory in its antique British setting with undertones of classism and empire. Perhaps Maya Angelou would like to weigh in on why this caged bird sings?

Bert’s inconsistent accent
Billy Elliot spoiled us. After hearing its pitch-perfect Northern UK accents last month, we assumed that modern Broadway had dialect on lock. Imagine our dismay upon hearing Bert (Nicholas Dromard), the play’s narrator and male lead, flipflop between cockney, posh, Irish and American with each new quip and note. (Picky? Perhaps. Pervasive? Completely. As they’d say in England, “Get it sorted.”) To be fair, the guy has a lot of other business to attend to, and he’s generally charming and coordinated in his role.

Vengeful toys
In this version, the toys come to life (a la Portland Opera’s recent L’Enfent) to chastise the children. We’re told that they’re mad about being thrown around, and they’re not going to take it anymore—nevertheless, the scene goes largely unresolved. The toys, several of which are stuffed muslin monstrosities that don’t closely resemble animals or dolls, just bob around looking bizarre and creepy.

A significant shift in tone and hue
The Poppins film’s enduring popularity hangs on a couple perennial themes: Parents shouldn’t allow their adulthood to be a barrier to bonding with their children. (Mr. Banks, go fly a kite.) Middle-class bourgeois kids become more well-rounded when they get out of the house and interact with all types of people (in this case, chimney sweeps, street painters and bird-feeding bag-ladies). Adventure is easily accessed through imagination and the power of words (“supercalifragi…,” and others), and mundane tasks are easily sweetened by a good attitude (the symbolic “spoonful of sugar.”) This Cameron Mackintosh adaptation, however, weighs so heavily on pop-psych themes of family dysfunction and nature vs. nurture, that the New York Times referred to Mary as “The Meddler on The Roof” and compared her to Dr. Phil.

George Banks, we’re repeatedly told, is a grumpypants because he was raised too sternly. His broken spirit is only avenged when Mary locks his old nanny in a cage (never mind how she was raised). Mrs. Banks, meanwhile, is a tragically underappreciated trophy-wife, and her blame and shame also roll downhill onto the kids. Sure, these problems are neatly resolved by curtain, but not merely through Mary’s coy cajoling and good example—only with the help of a couple hellfire-and-brimstone (ahem, black-and-white) showdowns. Victims must be vindicated seems to trump Let’s all find ways to get along.

Poppins purists, draw deep from your well of Julie-Andrews-inspired polite forbearance, to indulge this production’s shortcomings. Do it for the children. But then sit them down in front of the ’64 original four or five times. A few spoonfuls of the old sugar should help the new melodrama go down.

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Casting for a Wild Flag Video
& Portlandia

Carrie Brownstein (possibly) wants you.

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Want to be an extra in a Wild Flag music video? How about the second season of Portlandia? Eden Dawn has the juicy details about the casting calls, today on Shop Talk.

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Summer Shakespeare:
An Abridged Field Guide

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Wouldst thou see some Shakespeare this summer?

You know it will hardly be summer if you don’t, at some point, see some Shakespeare. Whether that means a pilgrimage to Ashland’s vaunted halls, a night out at Artists Rep, or simply unfolding your picnic blanket at the nearest park to watch a comedic romp alfresco, is completely up to you. All we’re saying is: with this many productions at this many locations, you might as well surrender to the Tudor Dynasty. Here are the Shakespeare offerings we’ve found for this summer. If we’ve omitted some, feel free to let us know and we’ll update the list.


THE BIGGIE: Oregon Shakespeare Festival
THE LOCALS: Portland Shakespeare Project | Portland Actors Ensemble | Original Practice Shakespeare Festival | Bag & Baggage | Willamette Shakespeare | Post5 Theatre

Portland Theater

The avid indoorsman has one mosquito-free option.
Artists Repertory Theatre
As You Like It
July 15, 16, 21-23, and 28-30, at 7:30pm
$24 adults; $15 students

Portland Parks

Consult this list, then gaily gambol over to a park near you. The following shows are FREE.
Director Park July 22, 7pm Twelfe Night
Gabriel Park
~ July 30, 2pm Twelfe Night
~ Aug 20 and 21, 3pm Much Ado About Nothing
Irving Park July 10, 2pm Twelfe Night
Laurelhurst Park
~ July 16, 2pm Twelfe Night
~ July 17, 2pm Much Adoe About Nothing
~ July 30 and 31, 3pm Much Ado About Nothing
Lents Park July 31, 2pm Twelfe Night
Lovejoy Fountain Park July 1, 2, 7-9, and 14-16, at 7pm The Tempest
Lynchwood Park Aug 7, 3pm Much Ado About Nothing
Milepost 5 Courtyard Aug 5-7, 12-14, 19-21, 26-27, at 7pm Romeo & Juliet
Washington Park Aug 13 and 14, 3pm Much Ado About Nothing

Portland College Campuses

Starving scholars, lest you fret, these shows are also FREE.
Concordia University Aug 28, at 3pm Much Ado About Nothing
Reed College
~ Sep 3, 4, and 5, 3pm Much Ado About Nothing
~ Aug 5 and 6, 7pm; Aug 7, 6pm All’s Well that Ends Well, Cerf Ampthitheatre
Marylhurst University
~ July 29, 6:30pm, A Midsommer Nights Dreame
~ Aug 27, 3pm Much Ado About Nothing

BEYOND PDX

These are listed by town and date. When the Bard cometh, be ready.
Ashland, OR Oregon Shakespeare Festival. As noted above, this is “the biggie.” Click the link for details.
Beaverton, OR July 24, 6pm, Twelfe Night Carolwood Park
Dayton, OR Aug 12 and 13, 7pm; Aug 14, 6pm All’s Well that Ends Well, Stoller Vineyards
Forest Grove, OR Aug 19 and 20, 7pm; Aug 21, 6pm All’s Well that Ends Well, Montinore Estates
Goldendale, WA Maryhill Museum, August 6, 7pm Much Ado About Nothing
Gresham, OR Aug 14, 1pm Twelfe Night, Gresham Plaza
Hillsboro, OR July 28-Aug 13, 7pm The Tempest, Tom Hughes Civic Center, $14
Lake Oswego, OR Aug 6, 2pm Twelfe Night, George Rogers Park
Nehalem July 9, 1pm Twelfe Night, Nehalem Bay
Sandy, OR July 3, 6pm: The Tempest, Meinig Memorial Park
Vancouver, WA Aug 20, 2pm Twelfe Night, Esther Short Park

Looking Forward

Portland Playhouse’s Fall Festival of Shakespeare in October.

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Shook Twins

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Portland, between sips of frothy latté, you know you love a taste of Apalachian-style Americana. Allow us to present the twin patrician prettiness, and the crystal-clear, symmetrical harmonies of these identical Idahoan bluegrass lasses:

The Shook Twins wisely migrated to Portland last summer to ply their musical trade. They’ll be at Doug Fir Lounge this Thursday with Hole-Hearted Fools and Left Coast Country.

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PAM Awards John Grade

A Seattle sculptor wins the Schnitzer prize for pieces that weather in the elements.

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The Seattle artist delivers an intricate structural vision, then lets nature take its toll.

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According to Portland Art Museum, John Grade ‘s sculptures are “rigorous conceptual framework articulated by beautiful and elaborate sculptural forms.” But to insects and birds, they’re food!

Last weekend, PAM opened its second annual Contemporary Northwest Art Awards exhibition, announcing Grade as the recipient of the prestigious $10,000 Arlene Schnitzer Prize. The Seattlite was chosen from the seven artists featured in the exhibition by the Museum’s curators and PAM’s executive director Brian Ferriso, who cited the sculptor’s commitment and skill.

While Grade’s installations have an undeniably organic feel (see a slideshow to the left), his vision goes beyond mere mimicry of nature, and actually incorporates the elements: He buries wooden sculptures, allowing them to be gnawed by termites. He suspends rice paper structures in treetops, inviting birds to peck them to pieces. He leaves a ceramic statue on a snowy mountaintop, allowing it to crack and erode like the mountain itself. Grade’s zen-like resignation to his own monuments’ rise and fall, is easily as compelling as the structural and aesthetic appeal of the work itself.

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A long time Northwest resident, Grade has traveled extensively and his exposure to diverse cultures has deeply shaped his artistic vision. The land, and its propensity for change, has had a profound effect on his work. His often massive, site-related constructions involve the passage of time and performance while engaging natural elements and random change to ultimately complete his sculptural works. The centerpiece of his installation in the Contemporary Northwest Art Awards exhibition is Fold (2011). With its intricate lacelike gridded form it mirrors patterns found in nature such as honey combs, metamorphic rock, and cross-sections of wasps’ nests. The sculpture also references the ancient grave sites and eroding villages Grade observed during his world travels shortly after his 1992 graduation from Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, New York. Constructed of wood and resin that the artist pre-tested to determine its attraction to termites, the sculpture was designed to be transported to a termite infested area, and buried. It is one of a number of such works currently buried around the American west. Grade’s work sends an eerie reminder that even mankind’s most ambitious works may eventually succumb to nature’s forces.

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Grade will lead a tour of the installation and talk about his work on July 15 at 6 p.m. at the Museum. For more about Portland arts events, visit PoMo’s Arts & Entertainment Calendar, stream content with an RSS feed, or sign up for our weekly On The Town Newsletter!

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Viva Voce’s New Album

Perk up your ears for a few sounds from The Future Will Destroy You, the latest from Portland psych-pop maestros Viva Voce.

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Those of you who read regularly may remember that we made Viva Voce the subject of our usual Monday Fun just a couple weeks ago—little realizing that they were on the cusp of a new release. Vanguard records was quick on the tip, following up with a sneak preview of the beloved husband-and-wife band’s latest work, and reminding us of their upcoming free show at Music Millennium at 6pm on June 21.

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How The Fire Fell:
A Literal “Cult Film”

Edward Pack Davee’s locally-made movie revives a religious offshoot’s tawdry tale.

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Brighid Thomas pulls the trigger.

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Joe Haege portrays crazed cult leader Edmund Creffield.

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Creffield and his “brides,” played by Maren McGuire, Sara Robbin, and Brighid Thomas.

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Creffield whips his followers into a frenzy amid the roar of a bonfire, in scenes reminiscent of Lord of the Flies.

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O.V. Hurt (David Poland) and his wife (Alana Crow).

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Maren Mcguire succumbs to madness.

How, indeed.
The fire falls on Maren Mcguire’s chiseled cheekbones with mingled severity and grace, as Joe Haege launches unending spitting tirades of passionate rage, the words of which are quickly slurred into slo-mo and drowned in a woozy wave of drones and drumbeats. Religious reveries, firelit orgies, and more than one smoking gun punctuate the long black-and-white silences of the stark, stunning film that Hollywood Theatre will show next Monday. How the Fire Fell is an excruciatingly slow-paced psychological thriller that’s probably best filed between An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge and Lord of the Flies. (Which is to say, this 2011 film hearkens back to 1960’s films that covered, respectively, 1890’s and 1930’s plot content—for those keeping score at home.)

As much a forum for gorgeously-composed high-contrast outdoor tableaus as for storytelling, this film could be shown with the sound off, were it not for the equally ambience-enhancing soundtrack produced by—believe it or not—the leading man himself. If anyone is poised to court a cult following onscreen and off, it’s actor/musician Joe Haege.

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L: actor Joe Haege
R: Director Edward Pack Davee


Director Edward Pack Davee
Davee, a pensive introvert who works in Reed College’s AV department, started to obsess over the “Brides of Christ” cult, a sect that was active (and destructive) in his native Corvallis in the early 1900’s, after reading a book about it in 2008. Once his musings congealed into a film project, he flung himself into writing, fundraising, and kickstarting, shooting scenes as weather permitted with a skeleton cast and crew. From the get-go, he says, his vision was to make his film rich with sensory splendor and short on words:

“With the exception of the preacher, there is actually no direct dialogue until 2/3 of the way through, and only after the preacher goes on the lam, do you finally begin to hear the voices of others. I also should note that, stylistically, the film certainly drew some inspiration from the silent and semi-silent films of Carl Dreyer as well as from visually minded directors such as Tarkovsky and Bresson (to name a few), who certainly had a wonderful sense of the importance of quiet space in film. My hope is that How the Fire Fell will give viewers a sort of “fly on the wall” experience—that they’ll feel distant, yet uncomfortably surrounded. I want their skin to crawl, but their hearts to be broken.”

Notes from a “Fly on the Wall”
I first heard of Davee’s effort via an all-hands-on-deck Facebook callout, recruiting extras for a church congregation scene. I showed up at The Old Church (and later, in a few seconds of film) and actually sat through a sermon from Haege, in the David Koresh-esque role of Edmund Creffield. I’d seen Joe play in bands before (Tu Fawning and 31 Knots), but this was my first experience watching him act.

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Anne Adams was an extra in the film.

As the scene was being shot, I privately harbored a few concerns: 1) Joe’s speech seemed too repetitive and improvised, and his presence seemed so angry, it was hard to imagine his character attracting followers. 2) I worried about the extras’ (and especially my own) etiquette and semantics. Our Edwardian garb looked pretty perfect, but many of us weren’t sure what to do with ourselves. When asked to fake small talk with fellow parishoners, I heard myself blurt modern, casual slang like “cool” and “hey.” I pawed awkwardly at the arm of my assigned “husband,” and wished for a quick manners lesson with helpful hints like, “When you sit, lightly clasp your hands in your lap,” or “Don’t start walking until he takes your arm.” I worried that without such coaching, it would be obvious that we were present-day people, and the illusion of the era would be lost.

Now that I finally get to see the film, I understand why Davee didn’t demand historically perfect takes. He knew that soundscapes would be ambient, shots would be artistically blurred, and the pieces that didn’t fit could be easily omitted from what was essentially a moving picture-book. And Haege’s apparent anger in his preaching scene, is mitigated as the film wares on by more intimate moments, where firelight illuminates a smoldering melancholy in Creffield’s character that could believably inspire a group of “brides” to spiritually (and sexually) serve the madman. When music isn’t humming and droning and hypnotizing, hyper-realistic sounds—the pops of a crackling fire, footsteps and swooshes of fabric—make the audience commiserate with the hyper-sensitivity of a brainwashed, sleep-deprived believer who is terrified of invasion by the outside world.

The real shocker is David Poland’s closing monologue as O.V. Hurt—which helps explain why the film’s original working title was The Story of Hurt. This reserved character, who spends almost the whole movie on the sidelines steeping in helpless silence, suddenly claims the story as his own with a tearful, soul-searching plea. “It’s a solemn thing to take a human life, but it is also a solemn thing to enter a household and take the light and happiness out of it, or to enter a mind and take its sanity away.”

Like the cult it chronicles, this film will gradually envelop your mind if you let it.

“How The Fire Fell” will screen at Hollywood Theatre at 7:30 on June 20, followed by a Q&A with the director. For more about Portland arts events, visit PoMo’s Arts & Entertainment Calendar, stream content with an RSS feed, or sign up for our weekly On The Town Newsletter!

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Happy Pride!

This weekend is Portland Pride. Culturephile submits a few celebratory winks and links.

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Okay okay. Here at Culturephile, we didn’t do a lot of prep for 2011 Pride (unless seeing Cirque du Soleil counts). Hence, for the lowdown on Pride festivities, we suggest you go directly to Portland Pride’s website and hear info and updates right from the horse’s mouth. (Or maybe the unicorn’s?)

But WAIT! Before you go-go, you might enjoy PM’s queer-friendly archive. Read an interview with Margaret Cho; watch a Chris Coleman confessional. Meet a young couple who animate together, and a married pair who routinely “dig their own graves” to make a statement. Lesbian vampire theater. Drag brunch. And the most defensible excuse yet (besides Pride), to don an Annie wig and flounce around town.

In closing, can we share a new favorite thing? Here’s “teen heartthrob” Neil Patrick Harris at last weekend’s Tony Awards, singing an everyone-friendly number that pretends to dispel, but actually highlights, the vital role gayness plays in the arts:

We’re guessing that Portland Pride, like this number, will make room for singing, dancing, sailors, nuns—and maybe even the odd triple tear-away suit surprise.

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Review: Dralion

Cirque du Soleil delivers a technical stunner, sans some of the brand’s signature moods.

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By now, it’s common knowledge that Cirque du Soleil has a lot of tricks up its sleeve—from credulity-straining contortionism to death-defying trapeze leaps. But technique alone can’t be credited for catapulting the company to worldwide acclaim. Cirque shows’ best trick is creating a nuanced, well-paced show that covers the “palate” of human moods, in the same way that a well-spiced dish engages all 5 sectors of flavor.

Dralion is full of exhilaration, dazzling displays of skill, and lighthearted humor. Fluffy dragons waggle their shaggy bootys and potbellied clowns perform slapstick. Hordes of Asian acrobats balance on giant balls and attack jumpropes with fast-paced tumbling routines. A miniature flamenco-styled sprite spins frighteningly fast on a hoop above the crowd. Wow. Haha. Wow. Almost every number feels like a triumphant finale. If you’ve never seen Cirque’s work before, you’ll be bowled over by Dralion ’s unbridled awesomeness.

But if you have, you might begin to feel a keen yearning for some emotional elements that seem, in this case, to have hit the cutting-room floor: those piquant hints of mystery and those dusky touches of ennui that we associate closely with the French aesthetic. The reverie of sparkling fireflies, the heartbreak of a slowly plummeting angel, the existentialist tension of a hobo clown slow-dancing with an empty trenchcoat and hat. Moments of hush and awe make the technical triumphs that much sweeter—but in Dralion, they’re virtually absent. Some otherworldly pageantry has also been stripped away. Rather than fitting the whole cast with extravagant tailoring and elaborate headdresses, makeup, and masks, Dralion puts many of its performers in costumes that are literally no-frills: either one piece unitards or street style attire*. As a result, at times they look as much like a luge team or a crowd of ravers, as the denizens of another dimension. And without the company’s old signature tent **, the Rose Garden arena’s atmosphere presses in on all sides. Vendors troll the aisles in ball-caps, barking “Popcorn! Red vines! Ice cream!” as audience members munch on their wares, or mow down Subway sandwiches. There’s nothing explicitly wrong with any of these creative compromises, except that put together, they leave the audience harder to hypnotize.

What remains is a showcase of skill from some of the best acrobats, aerialists, and musicians in the world—so you really can’t complain. But longstanding fans may rightly pine for moments from other shows, when deeper emotion and suspense made the tricks seemed slightly more magical.

*Some of the costumes from last night’s performance were completely different from what’s shown on promotional material—most notably, the skipping rope costumes. Maybe a tragic tale of lost airport luggage, or a dry-cleaning disaster?
**Cirque du Soleil’s original tent has reportedly been scrapped and recycled into branded canvas messenger bags.

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