Hawr!
I can only hope to someday be as enlightened as this.
Thanks to comedy pal Mark Saltveit of the Tao-ish Blog for turning me on to this.
Oh, and language, NSFW and all that. But hilarious.
Hawr!
I can only hope to someday be as enlightened as this.
Thanks to comedy pal Mark Saltveit of the Tao-ish Blog for turning me on to this.
Oh, and language, NSFW and all that. But hilarious.
[If you wish to skip the verbiage below and just go to the page with the info and donate to Pete, click here.]
See that handsome fellow over yonder there? That is my pal Pete. Pete Krebs. Looking very dapper and extremely happy with his lovely wife, Rebecca Birdie Krebs.
Pete is a lovely man and one of the nicest guys I know. He’s also a Portland Music institution. And unlike most guitar aces I’ve known in my time, Pete is the least ego-driven guy I know. If anything, he’s been all about helping others and supporting community and bringing up the underdog wherever he can.
I should know, because he’s done it for me. Several times. Plus he’s a patient and wonderful music teacher also.
He got his start in a seminal 90s punk band called Hazel. Later, he got into American Roots music and then gypsy jazz, and helped launch that and support the Portland Swing community here. And he has other bands I love, swinging that ol’ timey stuff — The Stolen Sweets, The Pete Krebs Trio and Pete Krebs and the Portland Playboys.
Pete has given a lot of music, a lot of joy and well, just a lot to his community.
Well, Pete is in need of help. And we need to rally to him, Portlandia.
Continue reading “For Pete – A Call To Arms For Portland’s Music Faithful” »
I have two new reviews up at Portland Stage Reviews —
I convinced Sabrina of Portland Stage Reviews to let me do a review on Ignite Portland 10 — hey, it’s on a stage (the Bagdad), it’s presentational, it has a lot of entertainment and humor, and it’s about getting people excited about what excites you, or what you geek-out on. If that’s not theater, i don’t know what is. So here it is, I called it: Willfully Inciting Fire in a Theater (and Your Mind).
I covered The Julians performing at First Presbyterian Church in downtown PDX. What I didn’t mention was the church-lady-perfume-and-old-person-hospital-farty smell purveying everywhere during the event. Ugh.Check it.
A few more remembering Dr. King and bringing it forward. Carry on the Dream.
Special Props to the Gregory Brothers for the first one (also find them on YouTube, on Facebook, and on Twitter).
If I was to point to the one event in my childhood that started me on the path to my past & current phenomenal existence (being the we all exist within and without phenomena), I would point to one film, viewed in my childhood, and one film alone — the fact that I saw, at the tender age of eight years, the Beatles cartoon musical, Yellow Submarine. And not once, but in the theater four times.
Ok, the telling how this blog got its name “i also went…,”
involves a number personal self-confessions. So it’s going to take a moment to gather my thoughts. Maybe have a cup of tea to settle myself. It’s so hard dredging up some of this stuff, you know. Perhaps a belt of single malt scotch. Ah. That’s better.
Now where was I?
Ah yes, the title. Of the blog.
Well, to tell you about the title is to tell a bit about how i came to be what I am today: that is, an over-fed, shaved head, leaping gnome (with apologies to Eric Burdon & The Animals). Or rather, an aging progressive leftist techno-hippie phreaque. For the event that picked me up and plunked me down on this rather delightfully meandering path, I would point to my obsession with this psychedelic, phantasmagorical, musical animated masterpiece.
It premiered in the U.S. around Thanksgiving of 1968, and I threw, I’m ashamed to admit, a veritable screaming tantrum to get my father to take me to this after Thanksgiving dinner. This was a duty he was loathe to fulfill and tried to talk me out of it, as dad was more a conservative Republican rat-packer in the Frank-Dean-Sammy school, and hated rock ‘n’ roll, especially the new psychedelic acid rock variety, like it was the harbinger of the end of civilization itself.

Dean, Sammy & Frank, the lifestyle my father patterned his life after & the type of entertainment he'd prefer.