The Mythic Origins of Western Music. Celestial Songs and the Harmony of the Spheres

By Ezra Sandzer-Bell It is the dead of night and silence permeates the cityscape, interrupted only by the occasional exhalation of a distant train. Ambient moonlight pours into  bedroom windows. An ambulance races down the street, wailing like the sirens of ancient Greece. Philosophers used to gaze into the heavens on nights just like these, imagining a world of sound long before the advent of orchestral music. They watched patiently as each planet journeyed around the sky in orbit. The cycle of each astral body created a distinct musical tone, like fingertips along the rim of a wine glass. If you could hear them all together, the planets would have resonated with a sweet celestial harmony. Science has demonstrated that the pitch of a musical tone is determined by the frequency of acoustic wave-cycles per second. This same knowledge was taught in the secret societies of ancient Greek civilization, framed in an astrological context called the Harmony of the Spheres. Sound waves were represented by planetary orbit all the way through the Middle Ages and Renaissance period, as a layered hierarchy of celestial beings extending from Earth to Heaven. According to tradition, before and after death each human soul journeyed through…

Flagon & Vine: Bourgogne Quest

By Mugroso Not long after your arrival to Oregon wine country, you’ll hear someone reference the local AVAs as American Burgundy. To the casual observer, guzzler, or sipper alike, such a reference may be lost. A visiting French tourist might dismiss the mauvaise idée ridicule out of hand. But in our local wine industry, the suggestion of Oregon pinot noir as the global peer to vin bourgogne has never before been more compelling. Why? The French and their greatest most heralded wine artisans have never before taken such a keen interest and investment in our local vineyards and winery operations. Oregon’s pinot pioneers—the late David Lett of Eyrie in 1965, and David Adelsheim in 1975, among others—began planting Burgundy’s prized grape varietal, pinot noir, in and around Dundee. Some, like the late Archery Summit founder Gary Andrus, smuggled so-called “suitcase clones” back to Oregon from cuttings of famous Burgundian sites like La Tache. But this is history, and well-documented. When pressed as to why our wine country would draw comparisons to France’s great pinot and chardonnay regions today, inevitably it is suggested that it is the latitude of Oregon that compares to Burgundy, or the climate and cooler growing seasons…

The Uses of Poetry

From PDX Magazine writer Mykle Hansen, a new novel, I, Slutbot (Eraserhead Press, April 2014), explores a future world where the supreme leader is a super-powered titanium and latex sex machine who protects her mechanical subjects from the dangers of fleshy beings, including a horde of lovesick zombies and a Martian beefcake who can’t hear—or even spell—the word “no.” We are pleased to present “The Uses of Poetry,” a chapter from the novel, narrated by Slutbot’s typewriter Smith Corona. By Mykle Hansen There are zombies, and then there are zombies. I used to watch them, in those years before Slutbot rescued me from the blasted-out junk store window where the world left me as it fell apart. I sat in that window, half-buried in shattered glass and radioactive debris, and watched the zombies shamble by. I watched police zombies patrol for nothing, or beat corpses slowly with their batons, or squawk static replies to the static from their radios. I watched zombie joggers, their forearms raised, searching for the lost spring in their step as they slowly orbited their old tracks. I watched zombie gamblers lurch in and out of the casino, pry on the locked arms of famished slot machines,…

Thiasus, Part 2 of 3: The Fall

Unreliable narration by Leo Daedalus Illustration by Ezra Butt The Thiasus is the world’s ultimate drinking competition, a kind of international ethanol rally. Every year it brings together the best and worst of extreme sport, sybaritic excess, and covert operations. And the crazy, compulsive, cast-iron people who think they can handle it. It’s senseless. It’s deadly. It’s beautiful. Last time, this unreliable narrator and his drinking partner, Kati Pellonpää, outmaneuvered the Russian team of Vyacheslav Yerofeyev and Svetlana Terekhova to get a drink of Recyclone, the stuff of legend. When we left our heroes, Mr. Daedalus had just awoken in a Neapolitan prison cell, along with his Russian arch-rival. * * * “Looks like we are in next round together,” said Vyacheslav. We and a couple of heavy Camorra malviventi mouth-breathing on the other bunk. I smelled something dank, sickly fruity, that I hadn’t smelled since Johannesburg ’05. “Oh, no,” said I, giving Vyacheslav a look. “Da, droog,” said he, grinning. Pruno is a prison wine made of anything with sugar content: fruit, ketchup, milk, you name it. That’s what they call the motor. Add a little crumbled bread for yeast, some water, and heat, and eventually you’ll have a…

The Black Portlanders

Since February 2013, Intisar Abioto has worked on her ongoing photography project, The Black Portlanders. As a special feature for PDX Magazine, Abioto wrote expanded narratives for three of her subjects in this curated selection of her photos. Visit IntisarAbioto.com to view more of her work, and TheBlackPortlanders.com to view more photos of her project. Story and photos by Intisar Abioto I am going to tell the truth: This is about adventure. For the past year, I’ve traversed the streets of Portland’s neighborhoods with my camera in hand, on a self-made journey to find, talk to, and photograph black Portlanders. This photographic journey has led me to document the many faces of the black and African diasporic presence in Portland. My sisters and I named this journey The Black Portlanders before I’d even began. The name was both specific and vague in its reference. It said something, but didn’t. That was important. To date, the presentation has been straight-forward—photographs with a bit of information about the subjects published on our website, a Tumblr blog, and Facebook. The Black Portlanders offers a multitude of meanings to a host of people. Yet, by my own definition, at its most basic and powerful,…

Lighter than Air but Too Heavy for the Mall

In March, I stopped by Place, an installation gallery on the third floor of Pioneer Place Mall, to drop off copies of PDX Magazine and to say hello to the gallery’s owner Gabe Flores. My young boys who were with me were quickly drawn toward the mass of colorful balloons that were part of the main exhibit.Curtains of multi-colored latex balloons framed the installation, and many more rolled around on the floor. Along the back wall, a video played on a flat-screen television. In the video, a man in a dog costume walked along a trail. There were other artifacts in the exhibit too, and I made a mental note to return later to take it all in when my parking meter wasn’t running dangerously low. I did not know at the time that this innocuous-looking installation would be the last exhibit for Place and that it would figure prominently in the gallery’s demise. Shit Balloons is the name of the installation by artist John Dougherty. And, yes, from what we can ascertain, it contributed to Place losing its lease rather abruptly at the end of March. This exhibit, as well as two others: Paul Clay’s Parking Lot Dance and Michael…

The Redefinition of Sallie Ford

Parting ways with the Sound Outside and joining forces with her new all-female band, Ford has taken a much more aggressive and pop rock-infused direction. ‘In this band, there’s just one guitar, and that’s me,’ Sallie says. By Jef Krohn Above photograph by Miri Stebivka Video by Stephanie Michelle Neil The most curious and irrelevant fact about musician Sallie Ford is that she is not a high diver. Despite what her shoulder tattoo may suggest, Ford has never climbed the numerous rungs of a very tall ladder, stepped out to the very edge of a lightly bouncing diving board, only to take a graceful plunge into the water far, far below. Ford simply liked the classic art deco look of a female high diver at the peak of her jump, mid-toe touch, and decided to get it permanently etched into her skin. You learn quickly that looks deceive with Ford, who transcends labels and sounds. Since 2007, Sallie Ford has brought her retro-rockin’ 1950s Motown-era-surfer-swagger to Portland venues and beyond. Ford, with her band the Sound Outside, made stops at the Late Show with David Letterman, Bonnaroo Music Festival, the Newport Folk Fest, and many others. Ford gained national recognition…

Go Big Or…

By Ross Blanchard Photographs by Miri Stebivka The idea of a quiet, serene, reserved art gallery opening is familiar to all of us. But when you introduce fully functional, custom motorcycles into the exhibit—their motor oil dripping onto red shop rags below—and invite their leather-clad admirers, the normal gallery vibe is out the door. On April 4, the Go Big Or… exhibit opened in the Ford District at galleryHOMELAND inside the Ford Building, bringing an already atypical gallery experience to an even grander scale with enormous paintings, several motorcycles, and photographs from large-format cameras. Alaska-born Tony Morgan owns Gun Baby Graphics in Portland and organized Burn Out, a custom motorcycle show. His works range from custom motorcycles and decorative metal fabrication to large-scale murals. The Burn Out exhibit features a collection of hand built bikes as well as Morgan’s own paintings. The builders whose bikes were featured include Tony Morgan, David Bright, Josh Terrill, Billy Davis, Kyle Christy, Matt Bolesta, Benji Weisenfeld, Josh Ramp, Larry Kitchens, and Willy Sanders.  Morgan also organized last year’s Wrench-O-Ramashow at The Gallery Zero.  More of his work can be seen at www.gunbabygraphics.com Portland photographer Jordan Conway, who shoots with a large format camera, documents alternative culture. The exhibit features his works that are fueled by isolated, human-influenced landscapes and…

Inside Stan Peterson’s Studio

By Ross Blanchard Photographs by Miri Stebivka Stan Peterson is a self-taught woodcarver who has been exhibiting his art in Portland since the 1980s, starting in what is now the Pearl District but when the area looked more like Southeast Industrial does today and the smell of wort from Henry Weinhard’s brewery still wafted through the streets. He’s had a show in Portland every 18 months since. Besides Portland, Peterson’s work has been exhibited throughout California, Texas, New Mexico, in New York City, Paris and elsewhere. His latest show was at Mark Woolley Gallery in March where Peterson displayed many, but not all of his pieces. Along with covering his and Stephanie Wiarda’s Little Art in the Trailer, PDX Magazine was able to photograph many of Peterson’s works inside his studio, some of which were still in progress for upcoming shows and others that rarely leave his studio.   Find more of Peterson’s work and information about upcoming exhibits on his website www.Stan-Peterson.com.

Little Art in the Trailer

By Ross Blanchard Photographs by Miri Stebivka While galleryHOMELAND went big in April (See Go Big Or… ), two other artists in Northeast Portland are going decidedly small with their art. Stan Peterson and Stephanie Wiarda, two veterans of the Portland art scene, are rethinking the gallery experience, reducing the size and length of exhibits, and even taking the experience mobile. He’s a veteran woodcarver and she’s a silversmith and gallerist. Little Art in the Trailer is a 20-foot Airstream travel trailer that Peterson and Wiarda have outfitted as an art gallery. It sits in the driveway of their Parkrose home, where they host one-day shows once a month featuring works from local artists. “It started with the idea of having a mobile studio—a portable studio—because I moved around a lot,” Peterson says. “I figured the studio was the most important thing, so if I had an Airstream and gutted it, I could take it along to wherever I was.” After a stint in Oakland, the need for a trailer dissipated when Peterson moved back to Portland and he and Wiarda settled into their Northeast home. Peterson built a woodworking studio in the adjacent garage and focused on being a full-time…