DJ Baron Landscape rare live set: Friday, April 6 at Hopscotch Gallery, SE 12th and Ash, Portland, OR

Although he has been auditioning vinyl from The Leaf Label, Memphis Industries, Marina, Arable and Type Records lately, the details of DJ Baron Landscape‘s first live set in a few years cannot be ascertained at WordPress time, except that it will take place at the First Friday reception for the March exhibit by photographer Dan Tree at Hopscotch Gallery, which is in the Three Friends Coffee House, 201 SE 12th Avenue, Portland, Oregon.

Dan Tree’s latest photographs take a gothic look at his friend’s MS diagnosis and how she feels to be living with a debilitating disease.  Dan lives in Salt Lake City, but he will be at the opening reception.

Musical eclectica from six to nine begins with DJ Baron Landscape from 6-7.  The warbling banshee Dina Rae, whose ethereal acoustic sounds simply must be experienced for oneself, takes the stage at 7:00 p.m., followed at 7:30 by Root Shocker, who disembarked from their home planet Curiose around the year 2299 touring their most recent album Ground Control.  At 8:00 p.m. it’s the hip-hop fusion stylings of 2010Gold, no es un hombre y no es buen dicho para hablar en el tercero persona.

Admission is free.  Certain special refreshments will be provided, other refreshments are always available at Three Friends.  Arrive early for optimal enjoyment.

Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #33

Eileen Elliott, Toni Partington and Constance Hall

Eileen Elliott, Toni Partington and Constance Hall

In changing, difficult times we lode our mothers and cling to our static, and these broken weeks are nothing if not changing, and cultish if not diffident.  You are reading this attentively, and we are grateful and starved for commitment.  While nicht nähernd the steady and inexorable keel of a cult, the ongoing series Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art once again extended its thermal-fleeced fingerlimbs northward to the region known as Vancouver, U.S.A. – the ‘Couve,  the “Ghost Town” implicit in Christopher Luna‘s observant munchings.  And veri-fiberly the invitation was extended pro looma towards Toni Partington, published in VoiceCatcher 3, Cascade Journal, NW Women’s Journal and others (her work, that is – not the humble invite from Show and Tell Gallery Productions).  Toni coaxed poet and award-winning artist Eileen Elliott and published writer/editor Constance Hall to turn a dreary late Winter evening into something of warm flickering ink and essence. Dalla memoria, nel carattere, Constance Hall shared from a prose poem drawn on her Sicilian family roots.  Eileen Elliott presented several elaborate pieces of visual art each varied in tone and texture and words to elaborate further the tale.  Then Toni Partington approached the accumulating ears with offerings from her upcoming poetry book, For the Love of Agnes, and other of her material that concluded with a poem for three voices, performed for the first time, all three writers onstage, Constance’s husband Steve Williams on bell; it was swell.

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The Crash and Betty Show

Another two-parter, a garter-grabbing, rabble-arousing combination free speech festival and Spring training wake, the Show and Tell Open Mic always follows 3FM:CA and the mixed metaphors long afterwards.  After a brazen plug for Oregon Society of Artists we were treated to three poems (including the poignant and aptly-titled “In My Dreams”) from Mike G (fresh off his first sick day in six years).  Darest the parenthetical wouldst overtake, we enjoyed a coupla musical ditties from The Crash and Betty Show, followed by more spoken sword face-offs, the first part/round the Dan (Raphael) and Walt (Curtis, also number five-and-a-half) show.

Walt Curtis

Walt Curtis

Steve Williams rejoined the party with a Christmas poem and spotted the Stick Man.  Despite the bench-clearing brawl outside his flat Wayne Flower had just written “He Is Cruel,” whereas Chad MD had come to a realization and stepped up to the plate with “Honey,” and Christian Kenseth had dug out three poems and chose to share them after all.  End of Part One.  Simon Diamond shared a poem (“Return to Exile”) and an anti-poem (“Poets of a Technocratic Dreamcoat”) (in two parts) (yes, it’s often necessary).  Nathan Reynolds also delighted wtih a couple of new and adorable toss-offs.  Reinhard Wilhelm (Benjamin Fisher) imparted a dialectic dilemna “for everyone who calls themself a poet.”  Rick J commanded a uneasy quietude in the course of indeed being a poet, delivering three difficult pieces in the stillness.  Dwight Peters championed “A Merry Cause” and disturbing “Expressions of Joy (Paintings of 1,000 Different (Moans?),” and  purported rain boots stepped through the sharp distance tracing tears through “Sun, Salt, Sand and Time” with some guy’s rib (indeed there must be purpose in pain).  In extra innings, Garret Potter and “The Ambassador of Truth” (just a rectum his anger), off respective stints in the Texas farm system swing at the vacant space bubbles.  “There’s No Difference,” we’re told.  Viva le manque de différence!  Why did we stick around this late, then?

Oh, yeah, in order to record every at-bat for the podcast, naturally.  Watch out for the roadkill when you pass through here at the podcast home field advantage.  And peering over the DRM fence, waiting for one to fly out of the park, part and parcel of our spoken World Series, one of our biggest fans, iTunes chomps on a link, bun and relish the feed:

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Online Community Management Roundtable at the BLNW ’09 Blog Pavilion, with Dawn Foster and Marshall Kirkpatrick

blnw_square_200x200-150x150-1Fresh out of the digital tinder box and into your analog hearth, a warm and sparking round-table discussion at the Blog Pavilion at Business Leader NW 2009.

Dawn Foster and Marshall Kirkpatrick elucidate, Alex H. Williams moderates, we aggregate.

What it is: thirty-five minutes of lively and informative discourse, among three preeminent thinkers and front-line doers in the mirrored hall of online community, covering current and future issues spinning within the social web and its function in your enterprise.  Whose insights do they find valuable?  And what is community management?  How are companies integrating social web applications?  Listen and discover how to assist your business with these growing online tools.

(This podcast is no longer available)

Ignite Portland 5 (BLBH #18)

El unificationo de ill-peppered Bacon Landscape attending IP5 on February 19, deriving testament amid situation and freedom, it’s a bonus upon us.  Running on fumes, the fetid race snapside etiologies, gratitude torpedoes the wide red distance.  The highest of fives for the highest ip5-1of the Five to the fabulous and Orwellian (not the pejorative) Legion of Tech (“yes, it’s a techie event”) from Splice Finders, the team at Broken Hour d’Ouevres and all our handfuls of followers on Twitter, ExtraTicket, FreshFriend, HungerMeat, OverShoulder, Underarm Laptop and BeerLines.

Whatever did it matter to these long queues tonight? Portland is the strongest gestureau,  “we” love it here,  we “love” here and we’re used to sitting patiently waiting for the file transfer of our affection to proto call.  Dangling our participles out the bus window isn’t our scene but much was learned about fonts, the Universe and everything, and the sustainable memories collide with general ideas up there, down there, it’s sweet and beloved all the same, both ends of the Sterno burning ever brighter, they have to have your name, the ship is waiting to take you away.  Try it some time.  The next Ignite Portland (6) is already scheduled for July 16, 2009, again at the jewel on the jerrrymand, the illustrious Bagdad Theater.  It’s really comfortable after all and no work is involved, everything will be fine.

Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #32

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Rob Gray

Intensity, brilliance, contrast… yes, those are nouns, exceedingly important to this nounery that bloguets forth of the Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art and other art purveyed by Show and Tell Gallery Productions.  How easy it should be then to employ such parties du discours superlatives in the service of these lines regarding the February 16, 2009 event.  But ease be forewarned that this reckless hope may choke reconcile upsetting and broken ever-be, which is fine with us – we’re up to the challenge.  And so forth were welcomed the multidisciplinary Rob Gray and the multi-discipled Jack Klatt and there was intensity, brilliance and contrast and so forth.  Glorious, riveting and superb are words that also flow from the recollections of their performances, captured for part one of the audio podcast by the drooling and productive Splice Finders.

National Poetry Slam legend has it that Rob was a member of the first ever Ventura Poetry Slam team to compete at the National Poetry Slam competition in Austin, Texas in 2006.  Taking chances and not holding back are noun-like phrases that might suffice as euphemisms for his singular and industrious trail, as he has been making music under the pseudonym silly rob childish for four years, so far releasing sixteen solo albums and EPs.  Start looking for them; maybe start with Artshole of which he is founder.  On a whim, in the pursuit of adventure, he’s in Portland now, and we’re thankful for his new coordinates.

Jack Klatt

Jack Klatt

Also just moved to Portland (from somewhere near the Elektra label circa 1969) Jack Klatt arrives  “steeped in a long tradition of Minneapolis folk music” – thank you for the head start, Twin Cities.  His delicate odes and haunting ballads stick to the walls like smoke and shadows, which are nouns, but they are no substitute for these songs, and these similies are really no match for sitting quietly and listening to Jack sing and play.  Or should we call him “howlin’ bobbi lee” to maintain editorial consistency?  We just want to hear another one.  We strongly encourage you to catch either Rob or Jack, preferably both, to consume what they’ve made and enjoy what they do.

Comes a time to change the agenda to the Show and Tell Open Mic and employ nouns of shorter and more varied character.  Melissa Sillitoe (who may have the pseudonym “silly toe curatish,” what if everyone had one? send us yours today!) and Joel Wegman performed Melissa’s drama-in-progress-within-a-drama-in-progress.  Mike G (“gimme da Mike nowish”) shared an early indicator of his talents, and more-than-proper-nouns Christian, Judith Fay Pulman, Michael Berton, Wayne Flower, Paul Evans, Dennis McBride and Benjamin Fisher joined the chorus line with indicators extemporadish julienned, and… and even yours unruly among other wordy speakers mic-ish, as well as guitary music makish Colin and Dylan.  We made so much noise that silly splice fiendish was obliged to split the pod atom in two, always something, often glorious, riveting and superb.

Thus the resulting three-part, two-hours-and-change (sorry, but it’s worthish every moment) is to be found here, alongside others that came before and those yet to come, to Portland, to the inviting and Three Friends Coffee House, the “arty three friendish” of the coffee houses where this stuff happens and sticks to the walls like shadows, like art, even like… intensity, brilliance, and contrast.  Checked it out now?  Still have Jack Klatt’s closing song in your head?  Us, too.

Similarly, there’s silli iTunes appish, where your i.d. sticks to the silicon like the proverbial binary in the gold mine just a-picking at this link, take a byte:

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Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #31

Ah, to do what one does, shrouded in scaffolding, ready to bow before the eternal critic, exposed by the full moon, the great god memory, and to lose something temporal, and by its premature death it may never graze in its silicon pasture alongside those of its kin.

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Lexi Stern

Whereas digital audio files abundant and indiscriminate have Splice Finders’ mighty Olympus LS-10 captured lo these many months, yet another important series of consecutive minutes has slipped by its slurpy circuity due to an imperfect specimen of the otherwise popular and convenient SD memory card.  Having claimed its last victim, the offending puce de mémoire en plastique de sort malheureux has been indelibly stigmatized and withdrawn from professional use (if we make any other such use of anything any more), and that broken vessel may even be permanently disposed of by our obsessive pack rat podcast producer.  Some day.  Anyway, early the next day, featured invitee Nikki Jauron took the news with grace, and with the depth of experience that attends the likes of us who have banged our heads against the wall of sound only to receive the concussions of technical difficulties.

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Cat Dynes

Nikki also displayed endearing grace  on February 9 of ’09, as the Three Friends Mondays: Caffienated Art designated driver, affording her friends Cat Dynes and Lexi Stern a generous portion of the road, and following at a safe (it seemed) distance with her own discursive deliveries, mostly composed of the poignant observations contained in her recently-published Hot Sauce-Flavored Coffee, as well as the necessarily quirky story behind its tongue-teasing title.  You will hear and no doubt enjoy Cat and Lex’ strong, hummable songs (about girls, they confess) on the podcast.  But (sigh) you won’t hear Nikki’s fine, fluid writing – writing of a nature that is so honest and familiar that one says to oneself, “…yes! I can relate!”

Mr. Timer

Mr. Timer

The sinister bent circuitry broke with the hour at that climactic moment as the detail devil struck again; we have another, drier and more elaborate explanation for what happened, which Nikki has been given and has cheerfully accepted.  No matter how we may describe this unfortunate event, Show and Tell Gallery Productions has sought to move beyond this tragedy and will seek to present and podcast a Nikki Jauron reading in the future.

Now we can kick off our muddy boots and lie by the road, waiting to trip up the passing poets and dreamers, the various condiments in our subsequent boisson de café express des arts et des lettres: The Show and Tell Open Mic. As if to compensate for the aforementioned loss, deliberate reduction by volume (except in the strange case of Dwight Peters, to whom Splice chose to add 2.74db) was done with the podcast file of the open mic.  Hey, the stage was already set by Melissa Sillitoe‘s new friend/foil Mr. Timer, whose poetry-crashing is well-documented and whose oddly masculine moniker will be forever entombed in the Broken Hours blog.

Christine White

Christine White

The affable Mike G (for “grail-road”) constituted the choicest cabooster of Mr. Timer’s quickly faded glory toot sweet, Christine White wrapped us up in business poetica old and Neruda, and by the time Wayne Flower had brought back all of our heartbreaking memories of youth, our latest attendee had become Mr. No-timer, the possessed (eek!), see-yah.  Christian shunned the new shit and instead dealt with some old shit.  And, as if to fling ourselves headlong, past the moon, down the side of the road to eclipse Valentine’s Day, we seat past 3FM:CA invitee/bigfootiphile Dennis McBride, and he loads us into his double-shot Stanza Cause of death sling, sharing love, talking sex, noting death “by death” on another certificate of authenticity along with which we can post this one here, without all that it is missing, for posterity.

Perhaps you’ve fully mooned this iTunes link before, but in case you need to go back down that road, find what you’re missing and not what we’re missing (domo arigato, Mr. Time Thief), the Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art podcast can be subscribed to via that golden Apple’s DRM Queen of the Sky, and tell ’em Bigfoot sent you:

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The Show and Tell Gallery Podcast #8

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Melissa Sillitoe welcomes Laura Chase

Gallantly, the  evening air warmed up a skosh for the first First Thursday opening of the year for the Show and Tell Gallery, a return to the source for the unsinkable Melissa Sillitoe who, naturally, had wavered at the prospect of continuing to host receptions at her live-in artspace.  The turbulent economic predictions clapping together with last year’s unexpected retirement of First Thursday at The Core Gallery, which shares the same trough aloft, were conspiring to freeze out this humble and geeky operation from the flow of the more terrestrial galleries in the Everett Station Galleries building.  However, the enduring promise of fulfillment and monkeyshines obligado forecast another show, and with the Spring perhaps more will blossom.

Messenger (2008), acrylic on wood

Verily did Melissa rain-dance another lightning-strike event, turning first to prior collaborator Lea Keohane, who has stayed busy and brave during the Winter season and who has hung her delightful pieces along the main concourse in the sky above Everett Street amongst the isobars and areas of convergence and divergence in the wind field (which are helpful in determining the location of extreme points along the spectrum).   The next ray of sunlight belonged to Laura Chase, having returned fresh from West Africa to parlez pearly dewdrops of pop and samba, followed like a rainbow by the hyper-chipper hip-hop of  Inkre:mentals with an album soon to drop and who-all brought in many lovely attendees (of whom one was, to our surprise, our favorite check-out king Jason) to minglebrate with supporters Mikey Golightly, Anna Todaro, Mike G, Christian, James Honzik, Becca Yenser and The Dark Lord, among many others, in addition to saintly gallery volunteers Dwight Peters, Patrick Bocarde, Rick J and Eric McEuen.  For our part, we had a nice conversation in the back of the house with Wayne Flower, who pointed our anemometer towards his own visual expressions.

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Inkre:mentals

Podcast producer Splice Finders was criminally loved and appreciated by Inkre:mentals Justin Eder and Jesse Gardner.  The backatcha cloudburst of enthusiasm for this MC positive pair and the perseverance of Tiffany (aka DJ ASAP) upon a beat system less-than-loud ushered a warm front of victorious vibes through the assemblage, many of whose errant voices were captured in the sleety Show and Tell Gallery Podcast, which is in da here fo’ sho, we hope, what fo’ Broken Hours’ own technical difficulture re: this index has been de-rigged.

Representz the Show and Tell Gallery Podcast do too on the inexorable iTunes audi-file storm-gathering jet stream with this link-a-dink:

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Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #30

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Michael Berton

We’ve decided that this is a pretty neat thing, a quite beautiful thing, really, this Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art thing, this infinitely changeable thing, this unpredictable thing what it has been all along we suppose but one can’t really see such a trend in a small sample.  So we arrive at number 30, and after a month of caffeinated Mondays we assert, smiling, yet humbly, that this is a pretty cool thing, a quite handsome thing, really.

Milo Duke

Milo Duke

Consider the February 2, 2009 “Blind Date Edition” line-up, per se.  Initiating, delightfully, with the accomplished troubadour Milo Duke packing emotional and technical wallop-mastery and more tempo changes than a Tchaikovsky ballet; Michael Berton, deadpan voice declaiming his uncompromising verse, often cantankerous in its lack of punctuation and asphyxiation of grammar, all to sublime effect; and Ezza Rose bearing multiple stringed instruments, each an angel’s harp to accompany her stunning voice, rendering a canon of wicked-smart and delicate songs: “Power is a dangerous thing/And all the beautiful that it brings,” as she sings in “Storyteller,” and we can’t help but agree, regarding each of you, dear performers.   We who have the good fortune to be part of Show and Tell Gallery Productions are truly blessed, and we want you to always be a part of it, to return to it, to bring your friends, to show and to tell, as it seems to be real, and it feels good – a real, good thing.

Ezza Rose

Ezza Rose

And share we do, although we forget what we are doing, our shoelaces untied, in the afterglow of each week’s invited performance, leaving the power on, the mic open – an open, “on” mic available – it is not the Machiavellian star, rather it is the steel stagehand of the outstretched arms of the Show and Tell Open Mic, our nuclear ars gratia artis embracing our friends, our heroes, our champions all.  Is that why Melissa Sillitoe shares, as if revealing Secret Knowledge, the story of why she calls people “chipmunks,” who root for the roto-endearing Justin Parris – seems he’s got it as bad as we do, and his sink drain (rhymes with brain) is infested.  We scrutinize the inscrutable writings of Christian and we follow blind (could this be… an infirmary?), and that’s a fact.  And, you, young man, Dwight Peters… yeah, well…  there’s imagery here… that… well, our dirty mind is interpreting…  so… keep it up, man, this is… intense.  And, check it out: Wayne Flower sings – SINGS – a capella… you had us at “broken,” man, we tell you what.  We are grateful for Rick J, who is MySpace friends with Keats and we are but his brief and accidental audience – the reverse would be impossible to arrange, not even by Melissa Sillitoe, whose Astoria pilgrimages are apparently as legendary as our own.  We encounter the thoroughly digniified Tob(e)y, reciting from memory Tom Crawford’s “Pacific City” as well as one of his own, and betraying a depth of memory yet to fully expose itself to this brief and accidental audience. The present satori of Mike G’s writing “into a very dark and painful place” (see 3FM:CA #27) appears to us to be a lateral move.  Then appearing and disappearing in sequence let’s go down to Big Pinkside for the sage, steel-handed Patrick Bocarde vs. the modern yeti machines, and xonclude, delightfully,  with Eric McEuen showing off his infectious, three-week-old ditty “…for anyone who’s been disappointed.  Anyone in this room?”  Not us – not tonight, anyway.

Justin Parris

Justin Parris

Ars gratia iTunes, while a beautiful thing, may not have the same ring, at least not to our traditionalist ears, much less to those of Edgar Allan Poe’s, whose prose in The Poetic Principle goes “that would we but permit ourselves to look into our own souls we should immediately there discover that under the sun there neither exists nor can exist any work more thoroughly dignified, more supremely noble, than this very poem, this poem per se, this poem which is a poem and nothing more, this poem written solely for the poem’s sake.”  When we are taking a break from looking into our souls, might we remember that this thoroughly dignified podcast lives at the same old Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Series page at brokenhours.net under the same old, dying sun?  We forgot to point this out last time.  Nevertheless, permit thyself to look into the sink drain of the modern yetiTunes machine, for there you should immediately discover the podcast, this very podcast, this podcast per se, which is posted solely for the podcast’s sake, and which can be subscribed to via this link:

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