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[Photos] The Dig at The Horned Hand

Monday, April 23rd, 2012

Rising New York City band The Dig stopped by The Horned Hand last Thursday night, along with a couple of Portland-based outfits, The We Shared Milk and My Autumn’s Done Come.

I was going to write a little review of the show, but the truth is, I don’t have much to say. I missed My Autumn’s Done Come, and the other two bands did what they do, and they were solid, if not mind-blowing. The We Shared Milk chugged through some fuzzy, jittery slack-rock, while The Dig engaged in sinewy, slow-burning astral jams that were nice enough, but only once or twice gained enough momentum to set my toes to tappin’. All in all: Both bands were fine, if a bit hindered by muddy sound.

Looking back, the best part of the whole night might be this photo of The Dig by The Bulletin’s Andy Tullis. It’s an amazing shot, I think. Be sure to click it to make it huge!

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[Photo] Todd Snider at the Tower Theatre

Wednesday, April 18th, 2012

Here’s a cool photo of folk singer Todd Snider playing the Tower Theatre in Bend last night, shot by Thomas Osborne, who was nice enough to allow me to post it here.

Looks like Thomas had pretty sweet seats!

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[Photos] Bobby Watson at The Oxford Hotel

Wednesday, March 21st, 2012

Last weekend, I saw jazz saxophonist Bobby Watson perform with a backing band of Portlanders (including drummer Mel Brown) at The Oxford Hotel in downtown Bend. Watson’s visit was the next-to-last installment of the hotel’s 2012 Jazz at the Oxford series. (The Michael Allen Harrison Superband will wrap the series in April. Details here.)

Anyway, the show was sublime and I’ll have a full review in Friday’s GO! Magazine in The Bulletin. In the meantime, check out some fine photos of the night taken by Bulletin photographer Ryan Brennecke.

Bobby Watson, left, and trumpet player Derek Sims

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Third Seven’s European Tour Photo Album

Thursday, February 23rd, 2012

Local experimental musician, exploratory cellist and Frequency fave Billy Mickelson — aka Third Seven — spent the past three months on tour, performing across North America and Europe. He returned to the United States earlier this month after spending all of January overseas, and today he’s in Arizona, slowly making his way back to Central Oregon.

On Monday, he’ll play a homecoming show at The Horned Hand in Bend. There’s no cover, start time is 7:30 p.m and Adonija will open.

On Tuesday, Billy was nice enough to send Frequency a batch of photos from his European adventure, including shots of scenery, life on the road and music-making. You’ll find them below, along with some of Billy’s comments when he provided some.

Billy

Performing at DosTrece in Barcelona, Spain. At left is Davey Hemm, who accompanied Mickelson on tour.

Marseille, France

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[Photos] Anthony B at the Domino Room

Saturday, January 21st, 2012

Reggae star Anthony B stopped in Thursday night for a performance at the Domino Room in Bend. The Bulletin’s Andy Tullis was there and was kind enough to send a few photos my way. Check ‘em out below!

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[Photos / video] The Felice Brothers at Silver Moon

Friday, October 28th, 2011

My review of Monday’s Felice Brothers concert at Silver Moon Brewing is in today’s GO! Magazine in The Bulletin, and here are some bonus photos and videos of the show.

The photos were taken by The Bulletin’s Rob Kerr, and the videos were shot by me. Enjoy!

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[Photo / Video] Larry and His Flask, Tuck and Roll, The Confederats at The Horned Hand

Thursday, September 22nd, 2011

I was hoping to find room for this in tomorrow’s GO! Magazine, but we ran out of space. So to the blog it goes!

Helluva show Saturday night at The Horned Hand in Bend, featuring one of the best local punk bills I can remember in my five years here. Tuck and Roll kicked things off with some top-notch pop-punk, followed by a furious set from local old-school shredders The Confederats. Both bands have been scarce around town in recent years, so it was great to see them rip it up.

The Flask was awesome, as always, nailing all their originals and covering Thin Lizzy, Marvin Gaye and someone else I can’t remember (I think?). You can tell that playing scores of sets in all sorts of circumstances this summer on the Warped Tour really honed the band’s skills and tightened up their show. It’s still a wild time, but not quite the unnerving chaos it was, say, 18 months ago. It’s more of a controlled chaos these days.

Of course, on Saturday, a little bit of that control may have been because of the distance between the band and most of the crowd. Apparently — and this is based on one side of the story, but seems to be basically accurate — The Horned Hand received notice before the show that their legal capacity would be dropped from 200 to 49 thanks to some sort of structural issue cited by the city of Bend’s fire marshal. (More on that soon, I hope.) As a result, Hand owner Wesley Ladd, fearful of a fine for being over capacity, allowed 49 people inside the building and kept the other 100+ outside, where they crowded around an open bay door to watch the show. (The Flask played inside, in front of the stage, but walked out into the throng several times, which made me wonder if that meant others could come in under the one-in, one-out policy.)

It was a little awkward — the Hand can clearly hold a lot more than 49 people — but I thought overall it was a decent solution, and the best Ladd could do in a tough spot. But then, I was inside. I don’t know how the people outside felt; I did see mostly smiles and friendly interactions with the big dudes whose job it was to keep them out all night.

Photos and moving pictures! (Thanks to Adam Sears for the videos.)

LARRY AND HIS FLASK

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[Review / photos] Dierks Bentley at Les Schwab Amphitheater

Friday, August 12th, 2011

My plan for this space was to write an extensive review of country star Dierks Bentley’s concert Wednesday at Les Schwab Amphitheater. But circumstances have conspired against me, not the least of which is a general ambivalence about the show. So here are a few brief thoughts, and then I’ll get out of the way so you can see a ton of terrific photos of Bentley and his adoring fans that were taken by The Bulletin’s Pete Erickson.

–Like a lot of country’s biggest stars, Bentley knows how to work a crowd. He talked about riding Phil’s Trail and slipped in a reference to JC’s Bar. He told the audience Central Oregon’s High Desert reminds him of home in Arizona. He said he’s stood on a lot of stages, but not many with a more beautiful view than the Schwab’s. He invited the audience onto his tour bus. He got screams of delight every time he mentioned beer. He was a puppet master on stage, essentially conducting the crowd with pointed fingers and pumped fists and hands cupped around his ears.

–Bentley did all his big hits. The lovey-dovey ones (“Feel That Fire,” “Every Mile a Memory,” “Come a Little Closer,” “I Wanna Make You Close Your Eyes”) and the party / drinkin’ ones (“Sideways,” “Am I the Only One”) and the travelin’ / ramblin’ ones (“Free and Easy (Down the Road I Go)” and “Lot of Leavin’ Left to Do”). He closed with his breakthrough hit “What Was I Thinkin’” and skipped an encore (bravo, Dierks!), instead ending the show by huddling with his band and then bowing as a group while Dropkick Murphys’ “I’m Shipping Up to Boston” blared over the loudspeakers. It was as odd an ending as you’ll ever see at the Schwab.

The highlight of the night was “Long Trip Alone,” a song with a beautiful, easy melody that Bentley dedicated to the American military. The timing was just right, too. Any time you pair a pretty song with a Cascades sunset, you’re going to make some memories.

–When they were plugged in, Bentley’s band was anything but country. They were essentially a hard rock band with a banjo plugging away in the background. Which was fine, but it wasn’t very country. Country these days comes in the artists’ look and lyrical themes. And country these days is mostly about pop-rock hooks. Country is where the arena-rock riffs of yesteryear live in the 21st century.

–That said, Bentley was in fine voice: deep, and creakier than on his records, which was welcome.

–My biggest beef with the show was that bluegrass — a major influence on Bentley (he says) and the basis of his 2010 album “Up On the Ridge” — was given such an obligatory treatment. Mid-show, the band brought out the upright bass, mandolin, fiddle and banjo, but rather than rip through two or three or four songs from “Ridge,” they aimed straight for the lowest common denominator. They did the title track (and single) from that record, then used a “late-night jam session on the bus” construct to do a medley of familiar tunes, bluegrass-style: the “Dukes of Hazzard” theme, “All My Ex’s Live in Texas,” Billy Idol’s “Rebel Yell,” Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive.” And then a cover of U2′s “Pride (in the Name of Love)” that was on the “Ridge” album.

People seemed to dig it — the “Dukes” theme, Billy Idol and Bon Jovi tickled their nostalgia bones, no doubt — but it turned me off. In fact, I thought it bordered on disrespectful to a style of music that Bentley claims to hold dear to his heart (and I believe him). Think about it: Rather than showcase their chops and the genre they love by actually playing bluegrass songs, it was as if the band feared losing the audience by playing bluegrass, so it chose to do its most accessible original, one serious cover and a bunch of half-jokey songs before scurrying back to the party country folks came to hear.

That’s not honoring bluegrass music. That’s just kind of weak. And I truly believe Dierks Bentley is better than that.

Alright, enough blabbering. Check out Pete’s awesome photos.

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[Video / Photos] The Shins at the Domino Room

Wednesday, August 10th, 2011

Pop-rock perfectionist James Mercer brought the latest incarnation of The Shins to Bend’s Domino Room Tuesday night as part of a three-night mini-tour that’s notable for two reasons. First, the venues are all Oregon clubs that are considerably cozier than the places the band normally plays. And second, these are the first full-band Shins shows in more than two years, and the first since Mercer replaced all of his longtime band mates and recorded an album with Danger Mouse under the name Broken Bells.

The Shins in Bend. Photo by Andy Tullis / The Bulletin.

A press release ahead of the show said the setlist would likely feature new material, but when all was said and done, Mercer and his band — Joe Plummer of Modest Mouse, former Crystal Skull Yuuki Matthews and singer-songwriters Richard Swift and Jessica Dobson — played only a couple new tunes and focused the bulk of the set on the best stuff from the first three Shins albums. Highlights included a scorching version of “So Says I” that seemed to loosen Mercer up after a skittish first half of the show, and a cacophonous take on “One By One All Day” to cap the night. On the other hand, Mercer has messed with “New Slang,” giving it a less fragile, keyboard-driven arrangement that sapped the song of some — not all, but some — of its charm and beauty. (Swift’s work on the keys was prominent all night.)

Jessica Dobson of The Shins. Photo by Andy Tullis / The Bulletin.

I’ll have more thoughts on the show in Friday’s GO! Magazine, as well as some musings on seeing this version of The Shins. (Spoiler alert: The band is certainly competent these days, but for anyone who saw them before all the personnel upheaval, it’s hard not to view the current lineup as something more like James Mercer & His Mercer-naries. Still, they sounded pretty great.)

For now, though, let’s indulge in some A/V treats. (Apologies for the sound quality on these. I need a better camera.)

First up, a new song that’s slow and sprawling in a laid back, classic rock sort of way, with lyrics that just might reflect Mercer’s feelings about the downsides of stardom and the turbulence of the past few years: “So many times caught up in my head at night with a leash and a label,” he sings at one point. “The way we used to carry on is stuck in my head like a terrible song,” at another. And here’s the second chorus:

“Taken for a fool. Yes I was, because I was a fool.
Following their rules, I guess I was a very honest tool.”

Here’s a cover of David Bowie’s “Ashes to Ashes.”

How ’bout some “New Slang” for your Wednesday morning?

If your ears can handle it, there are videos of “When I Goose-Step” and “Sea Legs” over at Frequency’s YouTube channel, too.

James Mercer of The Shins. Photo by Andy Tullis / The Bulletin.

[Photos] Opening night at The Horned Hand

Saturday, July 16th, 2011

If a picture is worth 1,000 words, there are 12,000 words below about Bend’s newest art-hangin’ / clothes-sellin’ / music-playin’ / beer-drinkin’ space, The Horned Hand, which I introduced you to right here.

Still, I am going to add a few of my own.

Cobbled together inside the old Repeat Performance building at 507 N.W. Colorado Ave., the venue’s official opening is tonight, when California folk-rocker The White Buffalo performs (9 p.m., $7 advance, $10 at the door). But there was a sort of soft opening last night, featuring music by Harley Bourbon and Boxcar Stringband, beer by Boneyard Brewing (and cans of Old German), and food by The Codfather, a new cart in town that sells fish ‘n’ chips out of a huge red double-decker bus parked just outside The Horned Hand’s roll-up bay door.

The decor is exactly what head Hand Wesley Ladd described when we met last week in what was then a barren, rectangular box. It’s eclectic, full of found objects and thrift-store bargains. Hubcaps, animal horns, interesting art pieces and vintage signs cover the walls, and they’re all for sale, Ladd says. A couple racks of clothing sit along one wall below a stereo system and projector, which last night ran the 1973 cult film “The Holy Mountain” silently on the opposite wall. (It was really, really weird.)

The bar appears to be a couple of kitchen counter slabs draped across several large barrels. The “bar stools” are kegs with pillows on top. Seating is available across the room in both old molded plastic school chairs (one had “Room 126″ scrawled on the back) and bench seats from automobiles. There’s a picnic table up front. It’s just to the left of the stage, which looked to be about a foot tall.

Both bands were great. I had never heard Harley Bourbon before, but they’ve got Lucero’s sandpaper-throated alt-country down pat. I look forward to seeing them again. Boxcar Stringband swings, baby, swings. (Their CD-release show is tonight, by the way.) The place was rockin’ as I approached around 9:45 p.m., and Ladd closed the bay door at 10 p.m. out of respect for the neighbors. The Horned Hand got a lot hotter after that, and pretty soon its crew was cranking up fans in the corners to keep the air moving.

Overall, I’d say it was a successful first night. I’d guess 100 or so folks came through, maybe a bit more, and many seemed to know each other, fueling the feeling that this wasn’t a brand new spot in town, but a longstanding neighborhood hangout. I was talking with local graphic designer and rock ‘n’ roller Dana MacKenzie, and he said “It feels like this place has been lived in for a year.” Or maybe he said eight years. I don’t know. It was loud. Either way, I couldn’t agree more.

Around 11:15 p.m., I headed out the door to find Ladd shushing a group of folks on the front lawn whose chatter was growing louder. That kind of thing is nice to see, and it’s a smart way to go. The Horned Hand has tremendous potential to be a vital cog in Bend’s nightlife and music scene, if it can navigate the hurdles that any business like it faces: red-tape headaches, annoyed neighbors, apathy on the part of locals. I hope it clears all of those and whatever else comes its way and sticks around for a good, long while. You should, too, and you can show your support starting tonight.

To the photos! (Sorry for the quality. I am not a great photographer and conditions were challenging.)

Note The Codfather's double-decker bus just outside the bay door.

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