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Hey. Welcome back or welcome to it if this is your first time. Sorry, but we won’t be gentle.

Many of you sent us praises, well wishes and thanks for giving you something colorful and fun to read. We here at the Bangery appreciate that we apparently have more than just our friends reading this thing out of duty.

I admit to feeling a lot like I had postpartum depression after giving birth to this living, breathing creature. I envied this cute little child that everyone was picking up and adoring. I felt a lot like the new mother I have been several times over, up all night and ragged with the act of creation. Then, autumn broke in my window one night and reminded me of the task of harvesting. I forgot to envy this being who was born to overthrow a bit of ignorance and injustice in the world. I recalled my job was to nurture it into realizing its position and getting down to the business of truth. It helps to identify anxiety as resistance to allowing your true potential free reign. I’m not talking about protest resistance, or aversion to ugly ties resistance, but the kind that makes war from art.












Use your talents to say something important. Don’t listen to fear. It won’t go away, but use your art to combat it. Every day! And please don’t waste the power of an organized group of people with their combined power to make a statement. Use that energy when you have something more important to show than smashing bottles and road signs. How did that tear gas go down, by the way?


We will listen to you and represent you when you feel like nobody gives a shit. You don’t have to be a part of mass society, placed in your spot in the hierarchy to be defined by others’ opinions.

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The good ol’ Pinkerton days of private corporate armies is back in a big way, with reports that Blackwater, everyone’s favorite Christian Jihadist paramilitary organization, has contracted with dozens of American companies for security and intelligence operations. In true Gilded Age fashion, Blackwater made offers to soulless seed giant Monsanto to infiltrate activist groups organizing against the biotech firm, and to put “boots on the ground” in order to protect the Monsanto name. And in the name of transparency, we’d like to announce that BANG! has also retained Blackwater’s services to ensure a loyal and obedient readership, and to make sure that no unfortunate accidents befall any other local newspapers.


Good news for yacht salesmen today, as Forbes magazine released their annual list of the 400 richest Americans. After big losses in 2009, over half of the members of the elite billionaires club experienced an increase in wealth, with the top 10 alone gaining $25 billion this year. Fearing a backlash given the state of the economy, half of the 400 offered to pick up the tab for a slice of cake for every unemployed American.


In totally unrelated news, American's net worth took a dive in the second quarter of the year, dropping $1.5 trillion, an almost 3% decline from the first three months of 2010. Seriously, this is completely separate from the story above. No cause and effect here, America. Go back to the couch, I think “American Gladiators” is on, and OMG did you download the new iPhone apps yet?


Eugene police responded to calls of a naked man yelling, “I am the Sheriff!” while attempting to attack a mother and her children outside of a Dutch Brothers coffee stand today, bringing him down with a taser after the sweaty nudist slipped from their grip. While BANG! strongly disapproves of drug-induced assault—if the naked guy’s dealer is reading this, dude, give us a call if you’ve got more of whatever it was he was smoking.


Gay American soldiers, already taking it from behind the lines in Iraq and Afghanistan, were hit a little harder today when Senate Republicans pulled a total dick move, refusing to give a reach-around and filibustering the repeal of Don't Ask, Don't Tell. In a passionate speech on the Senate floor, Minority Leader Mitch McConnell argued that the country couldn't afford to risk the lives of its most fabulous men—including those of McConnell's personal assistant, spokesman, driver, gardener and pool boy.


Private companies aren’t the only ones getting in on the shadowy paramilitary game, as it was revealed today that since 2002, the CIA has been employing a well-paid personal army of 3000 Afghans, to conduct raids and search for valuable al-Qaeda and Taliban targets. When asked by reporters where the funding for these operations was coming from, CIA spokeswoman Chyna White cited the explosion in the Afghan poppy trade since the beginning of the war.


Not content to just be international champs in weapon sales, external debt, and soul-destroying pop culture, the US is also leading the way among the world’s richest countries in the business of getting fatter, says a new report by the Organization for Economic Cooperation. An astounding 75% of Americans will be either overweight or obese by the year 2020, the same year that a handful of health insurance executives are slated to overtake Bill Gates and the Walton family as the richest bastards in the country.


Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg announced today on Oprah that he’d be donating $100 million to the Newark, New Jersey, public school system. Zuckerberg, who has no personal connection to Newark, was reportedly inspired to make the gift after viewing an episode of The Jersey Shore.


It’s riot riot oi! oi! in Eugene, when police break up an unruly mob of nearly 400 douchebags in the wee hours of the morning. After “failing to disperse,” the poor oppressed souls exercised their right to free assembly by throwing bottles, smashing car windows and pulling down street signs; police responded with tear gas and riot gear. It’s not yet been determined what lit the fuse, and as of press time, city officials were still struggling to scrub the stench of Axe body spray from the area. P.S.: You're all jackasses.


President Obama continues his transformation from a brotha’ into a Big Brother, with the New York Times reporting today that the White House is drafting broad new regulations to overcome the treacherous obstacles faced when trying to spy on people via the Internet. The yet-to-be-proposed bill would require all online communication services (think Blackberry, Facebook, or Skype) to be technologically capable of complying with government wiretap orders. Amidst all the hand-wringing by privacy advocates, BANG! would like to remind our loyal readers that communicating with a real person in the outside world, as well as your enjoyment of this newspaper, will not be affected by the legislation.

KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THE TRUTH! Contact us with news tips and classified briefings, local and international.

Good day, I received a flyer informing me of this thing you call the BANG!, and the opening party, for its unveiling to the lay population. And something elusive about bananas. Unfortunately, I received this piece of paper regretfully late. Also, it had been partially ripped by a pug of some sort, according to the sender (a bright and friendly young employee of Thee Copy Shoppe). To add to these misfortunes, I live in a place that is not convenient to this shop you call "olivejuice." Please accept my sincere apologies for not attending your event. I hope all went smoothly, no one was injured, the bananas... arrived. I caught a brief glimpse of the paper on this thing you call the internet, and it looks freakin' rad. Truly yours, Ms. Saryanna Doddlewapp seamstress, omeletteer EDITOR: Do you ever make banana omelettes? In a homemade apron? You might send us a photo if you did…


I like what you are trying to do. Like you, I missed The Dropout. If I may be so bold as to suggest what direction your paper might take—and definitely one that might interest me as a reader—I think your somewhat critical look at the First Friday Artwalk sort of pointed the most interesting way. I cannot imagine an article like this appearing in the Eugene Weekly, simply because the Eugene Weekly is just as much a voice of the Eugene establishment as the Register Guard—perhaps a different part of the establishment, but still just as much a part of the establishment. Art Bollmann EDITOR: Thanks for pointing out and recognizing our mission (it was still a little hazy for us) We will strive to talk about the stuff that no one else will. Feel free to update us on our progress.


Just wanted to say: Great debut issue! Such good art, and I loved the blatant and vibrant tone. It would be easy to do nothing but desecration and cynical humor, but I think the most compelling aspect was the tone of task accomplishment, intensity, and strength. Doing big shit is possible in this town and your paper is an example and an inspiration. Congratulations on the debut and the party, and thanks for doing this BANG! paper. Cheers! Richard Hofmeier EDITOR: The Bangery accepts your flowery praises and would like to point out that we like our shit big.

i make stuff too

Hope all is well. Mostly liked the first issue of BANG! Especially the bike article and the news briefs. Thanks for the free paper. Ryan Mayhap Publishing EDITOR: Thanks for the zine! And the super cool envelope.

STRICT LETTERS POLICY Send us anything—emails, memos, or a handwritten letter (how archaic! how vintage! how chic!) and we might scan it, copy it, and put the whole dang thing in the paper if it strikes our fancy. We also like gifts, flowers, food and beer. 

The poor man's counter-terrorist

One man's Afghan mission of his own making

by Dante Zúñiga-West




BANG! • SEPTEMBER 29, 2010

he classic American phrase, “If you want the job done right, you have to do it yourself,” comes to mind when looking at the true story of Colorado man Gary Faulkner. At age 52, the former construction worker was arrested in a northwestern forest of Pakistan as he attempted to cross into the Afghan province of Nuristan. He was found with a pistol, a 40-inch sword, night-vision goggles, a small chunk of hashish, and Christian literature. He was on a solo mission, he claimed, to hunt down and kill Osama Bin Laden. Mr. Faulkner had no military training, no language skills, and no spy craft. He claimed to have financed six previous trips to Afghanistan, all of which aided in his information gathering and hunt for America’s favorite Jihadist. He did this by selling the tools of his livelihood as a construction worker. Traversing arid desert and 18,000 ft mountains, eluding heavily-armed militant groups of devoutly religious men, and even escaping from under the watchful eye of the security detail that the government of Pakistan had assigned to him (a common practice with foreigners), Faulkner was relentless. He is Jason Borne meets Al Bundy, with a twist of MacGyver. He is the poor man’s counter-terrorist. Much has been written about this man and his bizarre lone wolf Rambo-ish endeavor to kill the terrorist that our government claims to have been hunting for a very long fucking time now. His sanity has been questioned, mulled over, assessed. His motivations questioned, sought out, to little or no avail. At one point, while being laughed at by the Pakistani officers who arrested him, Faulkner claimed that God had sent him to do this and that he knew he would be successful. That last part kind of takes some of the fun out of it, doesn’t it? The real implications of Faulkner’s actions are far more startling then his so-called explanations of them. Ever since September 11, 2001, American media has reveled in the orgiastic frenzy of our entire military machine being hot on the trail of Osama Bin Laden. American children have grown up with the images of Bin Laden as the proverbial boogey man of their country. Bin Laden was singled out and denounced by the administration as the primary threat to the United States. Bush said it, Obama says it, Powell said it, Petraeus says it still—Osama Bin Laden must be captured or killed. But much like the looming mass of politics that exists behind the growing problems of health care, unemployment, and environmental conservation, the average American sitting at home in front of their television set feels they have little or no real control over such huge matters of state. Said average American utters to his/herself the age old sentence, “Yeah but what can I really do about it?” My, what an interesting refusal of this sentiment Mr. Faulkner represents. In a political climate where people like Tea Party supporters are running through the streets with all of their offensive ignorance and armed radical environmentalist wack-jobs are taking the Discovery Channel hostage in the name of the planet, is it really all that farfetched for a person like Mr. Faulkner to exist? In some way, he is a representation of classic American values, and the media-brainwashing effect of all those Fox News specials concerning the so-called war on terror. If big government can’t get the job done, we are just going to have to do it ourselves; if this man Osama is truly our mortal enemy, then every last one of us should be doing everything we can as a country to kill him… right? This is the land of opportunity, of hard-working patriots, who are willing to take matters into our own hands when the going gets tough. What could be more American? And what is next? 

Measurements of the mind


by Good Ol’ Pat Newson


ast week, I picked up a hitchhiker on the drive up to Portland. As he rolled up the first 100% tobacco cigarette, he started telling me about the sweat-lodge vision quest he had recently undergone on the marijuana farm he worked at in northern California. He claimed, after four days of fasting, naked, smoking medicinal herbs and making offerings to altars at all points of the compass rose, that he had achieved a different state of consciousness, a higher one, naturally. Hitchhiker included, I would venture to say that each of us has experienced an altered state of consciousness at some point in our life— altered, that is, from our baseline of waking cognizance. Sleeping is the obvious example. We all abandon consciousness to the whims of our psyche when we pass out and try to collect it again as we wake. We know this and accept it every day. However, most of us have no tangible grasp on that altered state; what fragments of which specific dreams we can recall don’t generally make much sense. There is no measure for consciousness, no formula for how far we have strayed from relative normalcy. Until now, that is. A recent theory from Dr. Giulio Tononi, as detailed in the New York Times, is beginning to open a few doors of scientific perception in a field populated mostly by artists, philoso-

Are you with it? Out of it? Does it even matter? Soon we may be able to measure one's consciousness phers, psychedelic explorers and the mentally ill. Dr. Tononi, a psychiatrist and scholar of consciousness science at the University of Wisconsin, utilizes information theory in his approach to neurology. By considering the neurons and firing synapses in the brain as a complex information set, in which each part independently networks with every other part, rather than as a biological, synchronic brain where each part comprises the sum of consciousness. In basic terms, the potential exists for measuring the degree to which neurons communicate. Presently, measuring consciousness is relegated to subjective response along the lines of “Yes Doctor, I can hear you. I do feel woozy,” or, “Yeah dude, I’m high as shit.” However, this can’t apply to people unable to respond: i.e. in a vegetative state, mid-seizure, or lost on a DMT trip. With a consciousness meter the likes of which Dr. Tononi proposes, we could measure potential consciousness in the same way we measure potential computer memory, linking specific data amounts to a mathematical system that monitors the amount of information being processed at a given time. A simple brain scan could measure the intensity and

frequency of firing synapses and compute it as easily as taking your temperature with an electronic thermometer. If empirical results can be derived from measuring the degree of relative consciousness to unconsciousness, particularly for sleep disorders, Dr. Tononi’s field of study could be greatly benefited. Similarly, in the field of anesthesia, the fine line straddled by awakeness and awareness could be more definitively drawn…in theory. It is no secret that we can speculate as to the level and degree of consciousness we harbor. As explained to me somewhere around Albany, by my hitch-hiking passenger: "When you’re that high, you just keep getting higher until you get to a place where you just stay that way, that’s where I’m at now, brah. A whole different plane." That plane, applied to Dr. Tononi’s theory, would not only indicate that a greater number of synapses fired, or that they fired with more intensity, but that the reverberations produced and measured were more prolonged and easily integrated with other synapse clusters in the same area of the brain. Essentially, this would show how and where greater consciousness was achieved on a marijuana farm in northern

California. Consciousness has been studied in the past by the likes of Freud, Leary, and Huxley, chronicled through personal accounts and third-party observations of subjects in altered states. With the addition of clinical research a la Dr. Tononi, perhaps questions concerning psychological trauma, bad trips, and/or schizophrenic psychosis can be addressed with more precision. On the other hand, as I’m sure my hitchhiking friend would advocate, experiments in consciousness expansion could also be measured and utilized in terms of therapy. From vision-quests to spiritual use of psychedelics, to sensory deprivation tanks to meditation, prayer and/or enlightening conversation, all could be viewed transparently, empirically and potentially given stronger footing against certain social—not to mention medical—norms. Until the time, however, when our brains are constantly linked to computers measuring not only our level of consciousness (which no doubt would be decreased due to interface) but regulating it as well, we will have to rely on the good old-fashioned methods for determining how “out of ” it, or “into” it we really are. SEPTEMBER 29, 2010 • BANG!



The lowdown on the low cost of bicycle infrastructure by MIKE SEAgER


one mile of urban freeway, and the sculpture ne of the biggest debates that we see in was 1/600th the cost. Yet, we still had people the transportation world is whether we complaining. should spend money on car or bike and You might think cars pay for the roads, pedestrian infrastructure. It’s a common deright? Roads are paid for with gas taxes, right? bate, but it’s stupid. It’s stupid because those If bicyclists want infrastructure they should pay two ideas aren’t mutually exclusive—good their own way, right? Bullshit. We already do. bike infrastructure benefits cars and vice-versa. Let me be clear: gas and vehicle taxes It’s also stupid because the debate compares don’t pay for the apples to orangroads. It’s hard es, or more aptto nail down ly: huge friggin’ an exact figure GMO tomatoes for Eugene, but to tiny cherry in most places tomatoes. Car barely a third infrastructure is of local road expensive, and funds come bike infrastrucfrom vehicle usture is cheap. Riage fees. Most diculously cheap. of the funding Funding bike is from general infrastructure and property is the value per TIM SULLIVAn taxes (including dollar for imfederal)—taxes proving all types that everyone of transporta- "You might think cars pay for the roads, right? pays. Also, action in Eugene. Roads are paid for with gas taxes, right? If cording to a It provides for bicyclists want infrastructure they should pay 2008 Bicycle safe, attractive Albike and pedes- their own way, right? Bullshit. We already do." Transport liance (BTA) trian facilities, survey, 89% of bicyclists in Oregon also own removing cars from the road and relieving and drive cars, which means they pay gas and congestion. vehicle taxes as well. Consider this: Portland’s entire three-hunWhen you consider the damage done to dred miles of bike infrastructure—including roads by cars compared to minimal damage bike lanes, paths, and boulevards, costs the done by bikes, it turns out that bicyclists are same as one mile of urban highway. That’s sixty paying way more than their fair share for the million dollars, if you want real dollar amounts. roads. For instance, untaxed, studded tires Sixty million dollars for one mile! For the cost cause $50-60 million in damage to Oregon of just two miles of urban freeway, Eugene roads every year. According to an ODOT could catch and pass Portland and become the staffer, “Studded tires can cut the lifetime of a most bike-friendly city in the country. This is paving project in half.â€? why any debate around whether or not to fund Despite this, only 1% of the Oregon bike infrastructure is so ridiculous. Cyclists transportation budget is required by law for want only pennies compared to what cars get. bike/ped projects. The Portland percentage Let’s use the new bike and pedestrian is slightly better at 1.5% (possibly 4% under bridge over the Delta Highway as an example their new budget), despite 17% of Portlanders of the stupidity of this debate. It cost about biking regularly for transportation and 6.8% $3.5 million and was paid for by federal and commuting to work by bicycle. state stimulus money. This is money that could Eugene has similar cyclist mode share numnot legally have been used to fill potholes in bers to Portland, but calculating our spending Eugene—yet there was an onslaught of letis tricky. Much of our city money goes towards ters to the Register Guard berating the city for pavement preservation, and how do you break spending money on a bike bridge instead of down the cost of repaving a road that has bike fixing the roads. lanes by mode share? If you figure in all the The city had a bit of extra money from the transportation spending in the metro area, ingrants after they finished the bridge. This crecluding ODOT’s I-5 bridge projects, our bike/ ated controversy when they decided to use ped share comes in at 2.2%. However, the City a small amount of this “left-overâ€? money on of Eugene spends around 15% of their transpublic art and other bridge improvements, deportation dollars on bike/ped projects, despite the fact that the majority of the left-over pending on how you count bike lane repaving. money did go back to the state. In fact, the “exBike infrastructure helps everyone. Every traâ€? improvements (many had originally been bike on the road is one fewer car at a stoplight planned but removed from the project due to and one fewer car taking up a parking space at early budget issues), such as a traffic island to the store. Better infrastructure = more cyclists. help people cross Good Pasture Island Rd., More cyclists = fewer cars. Investing in bike maintenance saving powder-coated railings, infrastructure is hands down the best value and improved lighting, only cost $320k. The possible for improving all forms of transportasculpture was $100k, which left $1 million to tion in Eugene. be returned to the state. ď ž Ten times the cost of the sculpture was reMike Seager is turned to the state, and the sculpture was only 2.9% the total budget of the bridge. The entire Delta Ponds Bridge was 1/17th the cost of 6

BANG! • SEPTEMBER 29, 2010

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and Bicycle Master Plan


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Friday, Oct. 22: 5-6pm Happy Hour 6-8 Panel Discussion Oregon Electric Station, 27 E. 5th Ave.






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stuff youMANAOIS should do with your kids. W E by BRONWYNN N MN!


local eats

with Meg

an Hinkel


Ok, so I know from my own experience that some of you hepcats out there have children. We all like the act of procreation, and there are plenty of us that have crossed into the turbulent waters of parenthood—some of us more than we would care to tell. Most of us wonder what life was ever like without our little bundles of joy (remember when you had money to spend on dinner, or a movie, or beer?) So, what do we do with those darling spawn when they refuse to be dragged to another artwalk or house party?



MY GOODNESS another extreme close-up of an enormous burger


y recommendation for this beginning of fall time is take your kids to an orchard for some good old apple picking. Throw in some dragging of siblings on wagons and an apple to the noggin’ here and there to make for instant family fun. Seriously, after I coaxed my three reluctant kids into the car (the oldest needed some threatening for this, so plan ahead on what your leverage will be), the twenty-minute drive through the farmland north of Eugene turned into a pleasant time with minimal bickering. At the farm, (we went to Detering’s Orchard), the kids spilled out of the car onto the hay bale maze. Instant hit. Nothing like the danger of falling off some triple-stacked bales to get the party started. After assuring them there was more to the farm than hay (this took a good half hour), we loaded up a wagon with some buckets and fought over who could pull who first. When we finally made it to the actual apple trees, with only a few minor scratches, my industrious children figured out how to steer the wagon like a soapbox car when the other two pushed. This was all well and good until the littlest got abandoned and started rolling down a hill backwards. Finally to the business of picking apples (we’re looking at an hour leading up to this

point now) we had to sample each type and walk down each and every row. We did manage to pick a few buckets (26 pounds worth) before the kids got bored. This was also about the time the “normal” families with mom, dad, and little kids who didn’t talk back yet couldn’t help but stare at me struggling to deal with wagons and buckets and apples and kids tipping over. And I’m pretty certain I remember saying something about not knowing why I took them anywhere. Ever. The walk back got a little traumatic when the littlest fell off the wagon (no pun intended) and the older two were chucking apples at each other’s heads that they deemed inedible. The sweet part was when my son stopped to pick some plantain to rub on his sister’s wounds. They had a blast at the farm stand, sampling salsas and picking out vegetables. When it came time to weigh their cache, their eyes were wide with excitement and accomplishment. Some fresh air, a drive to the country, and a tangible reward made it pretty much a good day (as far as days with three kids who fight all day can be.) Now if I could just get them to eat  all those apples… Detering’s Orchards has their Harvest Daze Saturday, October 2.


Good food, cheap. Eat it.


n the previous issue of BANG!, I reviewed Eddo Burger, a vegan food cart located in the Tiny Tavern parking lot, just in time for their grand closing. That was rather foresight-ful of me. So this time, I stopped by the Garbanzo Grill, who took over Eddo’s lease. The proprietor, Jon, moved the Garbanzo Grill to its new Whiteaker home from its previous location at River Rd. and Railroad Blvd., “Near the Adult Shop—that was the landmark that everybody knew.” (Is there anything more American than porn and vegan cheese burgers?) At any rate, now you can eat your DELICIOUS vegan burger in the decidedly better ambiance of the Whiteaker neighborhood, a socioeconomic potpourri where you have to try hard not to see something interesting, be it a skateboard tombstone, a creepy doll head used as a garden decoration, or a tattooed goddess in a short skirt. The burgers at Garbanzo Grill are perfect for people who used to eat meat but don’t anymore and when they did they liked it medium rare. Juicy, tender, texturally compelling, and damned delicious. Made with delectable mushroom and onion and seitan (wheat gluten), an ideal non-soy meat substitute due to its cohesive texture. While most of the food comes from local sources, the burgers are served on a store-bought bun that made me nostalgic for my middle-American upbringing. How good was the burger I had? So good that even though I was uncomfortably full from gorging on leftover banquet food at my day job, I ate the entire thing. Against my better judgment, I decided to try it with Daiya vegan cheese, which, when combined with the whole, blended in seamlessly, but when

good from 9/27-10/01

isolated from the other burger components it was horrible—slippery and slimy like the unfortunate freak offspring of American cheese and a kombucha culture. ... Halloween is less than a month away, which means it’s time too start thinking about scary things... like Monsanto and genetically modified foods. Egads! In the spirit of thinking globally and acting locally, Sundance Natural Foods is co-sponsoring the first Non-GMO month in October. Check out for more information. Local Facebook group, GMO-Free Eugene, is for anyone interested in getting educated and taking action against the threat of GMO crops to the safety of the global food supply. Sunday, October 10th (10/10/10), Sundance will show the movie The World According to Monsanto, at 2pm at the Hilyard Community Center (2580 Hilyard). Free of charge, Q&A, and non-GMO snacks will be  provided. Garbanzo Grill is open 10am-6pm Tues-Sat. Bring $6 and leave happy.



Italian Meat Ball Grinder:  Home made deliciousness with  Melted Provolone 

$ 6.50 


Ham and Smoked Gruyere:  Garlic Puree and Apple Mayo

$ 3.00

$ 5.50 


Orange Glazed Tofu:  Wilted Bok Choy, Swiss, and Onions  

$ 5.50

Lhni(;^o^kZ`^ Daily Soup  $ 3.00 Mexican Coke $ 1.50

Vietnamese Iced Coffee $ 2.50

We use local meats from Benedetti’s Meat Market or top quality deli items from Boar’s Head. Organic produce when available SEPTEMBER 29, 2010 • BANG!


by Sean Äaberg

not Jamey Herman

Jamey Herman

Sean: The pieces you had in the “Do You Want to Ford the River?” show @ DIVA had a funny feeling mixing the iconic/straight forward style of Pop art, some degree of heavy abstraction with the single colors & reductivist forms & a very modern industrial feeling because of the industrial yellow paint you used. What are you trying to say with this crazy combination of elements? Jamey: As much as I love camping, i think it’s a heavily popularized notion of ‘close to nature,’ which is altogether inauthentic. The shape of the tent, ramen, backpack & saucepan are autobiographical. For instance, my grandfather, a mountain man that lives in a Tipi, sent me plans for a military issue pup tent like the ones he used in Korea, which I copied and fabricated my own way. My hopes were with the blowout of yellow one would begin to question the reality of forms in the installation. Industrial, primary & it matched my Helly Hansen raincoat. This color takes on many forms, also DeWalt tools, school buses, caution tape & even the Simpsons. In fact, when I ordered the color from Miller paint they laughed at me because it was the very color they used to paint that horse sculpture in Springfield when the Simpson’s movie made it’s debut. I liked how alarming it was yet it shared a likeness to so many things. A stark contrast to the ideas of campers & their ‘closeness to nature,’ I imagined what it’d be like to explain what camping was like hundreds of years from now to someone who never saw nature nor had any ideas of wilderness. Sean: I was pleased to see that you're from Eugene, especially in using such non-Eugene styles & statements, at what point & how did you start pushing away from the art being made by your peers & venture into this interesting area? Jamey: I have been in Eugene long enough to know what’s good about it and not so good about it. Faculty & peers can take you a long way. The U of O has just (in the past few years) hired a selection of the most incredible art faculty, which I attribute great development to. Also, artists in Albuquerque raised my girlfriend, so she’s been my sounding board & mentor as well. Being an artist is all about applying yourself, one must use every ounce of knowledge gained from every corner of life to try to create something meaningful. Sean: I dig your back-lit silhouette of the United States, yours were the only pieces in the show that i didn't get a critical feeling of the USA

or expansionism from, discuss. Jamey: You read my ambivalence well; I don’t know what the hell I think of this country. Sean: It seems like you're in a band, what's your band? Jamey: I am not in a band. Sean: I think you’re in a band. VISIT


"This is the way I was raised up" LEFT

installation at DIVA

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by Sean Äaberg

over, cats fighting, cars gunning their engines, he first time i went to art school i was groups of people drunk on wine, stumbling 10. This would be the same art school from the bar to the party, bottles clanking & (California College of Arts & Crafts breaking, thunder & lightning, street lights now CCA) i would attend 12 years later, trycutting through the murk, neon-signs flashing ing to grow up & make something of myself. off & on, smoke, perfume, swearing, pollution: This was 1986 & i knew exactly what i wanted bold colors, distorted forms in dissolution & out of art school: cute weird girls & Expreswithout perspective. The rise of Hitler pushed sionism. At the time, i didn’t know that what the dangerous Avant-garde degenerate artists i wanted was Expressionism, i just wanted to out of Germany & largely into America where make stuff that looked like Pee-wee’s Playhouse the Expressionist film-makers would come to & i was too young to do anything with the define the style & girls, but i knew tone of the quintesthey were an imsentially American portant factor in Universal Monster the whole thing. Movies & Film Noir. This art program E x pressionism didn’t provide would find itself what i wanted, again in the 70s in but my brain the disenchanted, filled in the gaps. falling-apart, New There was a candy York City. It is in this store down the same environment street that sold that Punk & New these European Wave would thrive, fruit taffy candies embodying all of the called “Jungle Jolcentral Expressionist lies”, each label themes & attitude. A was printed with cartoon portrait of a different anilife from the ground mal. Next to that up, unedited, full was the Video of drama & poetry. Room, run by a Neo-Expressionism sleepy old Japawould succeed Warnese dude. He hol’s Pop, which actwas big on laser ed as a Trojan Horse disks & Godzfor the sleazy, speedy, illa. I grabbed a disintegrating world Mothra & a King of New York City Ghidra there. george grosz Riot of the Insane, 1915 in the 70s, popuFurther down the lated by leather-clad Rockers, drag queens, street was a book store where you could buy cheap, old comics & prominently featured on drug addicts, artists, prostitutes, disgruntled romantics all. It was Berlin all over again, so their staff picks section was a comic called Jimsay Lou Reed, David Bowie, Brian Eno. Neobo. On the radio in this book store they played Expressionism is best embodied by JeanSiouxsie & the Banshee’s “Peekaboo” followed Michel Basquiat & Gary Panter, who soaked by Grandmaster Flash’s “White Lines”. It was up everything around them & translated it at this time that i painted my first masterpiece through this raw, primitive yet futuristic, powith Erik denBreejen; Garfield & Bill the Cat etic, Avant-garde, artificial artistic device. And running over a hippie in a stolen police car. it was through Gary Panter that i discovered Expressionism came up in the 1920s & all of this, in 1986, when Pee-wee’s Playhouse found its voice in all aspects of art. This has led aired on TV, headed by Punk Rock comedian me to believe that instead of an art movement, Paul Reubens & surrounded by Neo-ExpresExpressionism is an entire THING, charactersionist puppets & staging; Pee-wee’s Playhouse ized by a kind of cartoon rendering of the toas a cultural model presented so many levels & tality of the human sphere, with an emphasis dimensions i’m declaring it a Rosetta Stone. on the vulgarity of life. I would argue that it is not a criticism of this vulgarity, but more of an obsession with it & a love of the humor of huMORE... man drama. It is a cartoon caricature of previFriedrich Nietzsche: The Birth of Tragedy ous Avant-garde art movements, ExpressionGeorge Grosz, Otto Dix, Jean-Michel Basquiat, ism brought the angularity & abstraction of Gary Panter: Paintings & Drawings Cubism, the crazed embracing of tomorrow & Gary Panter: Jimbo the staccato poetry of Futurism & the concepPee-wee’s Playhouse tual absurdity of Dada, all through the smoky, Fritz Lang: Metropolis Tod Browning: Dracula (cinematography by tragic, romantic lens of a soundly war-weary Karl W. Freund of Der Golem & Metropolis) Europe. Expressionism is concerned with the Phoebe Hoban: Basquiat: A Quick Killing In human mind & has little to do with objective Art reality. Its home is the bustling city, full of David Bowie’s Berlin Trilogy: “Low,” “Heroes” sharp angles & the cacophony of people liv& “Lodger” ing in close quarters. It is garbage cans falling 12

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featurette. Ink Thirsty & Richard Hofmeier

also by Sean Äaberg

SEAN: You've got some nerve closing up shop, Richard. I was really excited about Ink Thirsty & now you're up & leaving. HOFMEIER: I should've taken your advice. At one of the first Eugene Arts Illuminati meetings, you said that opening a brick & mortar gallery or shop would be the last thing you'd want to do in this economy. Seriously, though: we’re not dying or broke. I'm moving to Seattle 'cause my incredibly hot girlfriend got a job there and I don't trust her to willfully retain her girlfriend status while that far away. While I am excited about exploring things in Seattle, there are so many things worth getting excited about here in Eugene. BANG! is a perfect example, of course. The Voyeur is only going to get better. Opus VII is in a position to shift large things around, and their mission statements are so audacious (their website says: "Masterful works. Remarkable people. Impeccable venue.") SEAN: How many shows did you run & how did your vision of the gallery develop as each show passed? HOFMEIER: We ran eight shows in twelve months. I have to say I'm damn happy we were able to show what we did. Although, the shows did improve over time, but that's only because I started to learn about promoting them and working with the artists to best to display their materials. We filled our little space with all of this cheap, modular shelving furniture so we could easily adopt the whole arrangement to every show. The more well-produced shows we had at the end of our service were only more well-produced because we focused the entire thrust of the show—the decor, the music, the refreshments, the placards, the lighting, our damn clothes, everything— around the artist's work. That would've been expensive for a real art gallery to indulge in, but most people seemed fine with us being kind of cheap and dirty. Like Taco Bell after the opera. SEAN: You obviously saw potential in the Eugene Art Scene, what are some strengths & weaknesses you've observed? HOFMEIER: There's only really one main thing that I would've liked to continue being a part of, and that's the ongoing determination of locally unmet potential, and then working to fulfill it. In the near future, that would probably have meant doing more interactive-types of shows, maybe having lectures and soliciting speakers, and of course just doing rowdy artsy stuff in a commercial capacity. I'm putting it that way because there really are so many great places to see art in Eugene, and live music, and of course the great theatre. This is gonna sound superficial, but these things are all subject to superficial assessment, and much of the "art" stuff is either of academic interest (Jacobs Gallery, the Jordan Schnitzer, Karin Clarke Gallery + Annex, White Lotus) or venues for what might be loosely called Folk Art (New Zone, MECCA, The Eugene Storefront Art Project), which are mostly of interest to the artists themselves, but art collectors and traders allegedly show up on full moons or something. This makes places like Studio West, The Voyeur, Opus VII, DIVA, Woodpecker's Muse, and Vistra Framing extremely important to the overall metabolism, because they're best qualified to solicit the public’s interest in art. We had two funerals recently (La Follette, Fenario Gallery) which were sad and sorry losses, if you ask me. You did ask me. SEAN: Any advice for people thinking about starting new galleries in town? HOFMEIER: Why, yes! Have events. Keep your consignment rates as low as possible and convince your artists to have low prices on their work. Have new work every single month. Be a part of both the Whiteaker Last Friday Art Walk and the First Friday Art Walk, if you can. Be prepared to spend money that you'll never see again and have as much fun as your brain can handle. The main point, which is part of having fun, is to see all of the art you can in Eugene, and there's lots to see. One of a handful of small bummers was only seeing artists/proprietors at their own shows: We're all in this together! Well, I mean YOU are. I'm out. SEAN: What's next for Richard Hofmeier? HOFMEIER: During a Thanksgiving a year or two ago, I spent the evening with a friend's family. Her step-mom asked me that question, and I said something about artsy video games. I also mentioned something about being shy in admitting that to girls and adults. Her reply was that my embarrassment was justified. But, here we are. We're ten years into this century and The Videogame-As-Art is an incredible opportunity that our young generation of true-born artists has been entrusted with. I've got about ten projects that are just shy of being completely finished, all of which will be available on my website ( I'm not interested in running a gallery in Seattle, but only because I can't imagine a possible contribution that I could make as a proprietor. Instead, I'm going back to the heavy, gutsy work of being a damn artist. Convincing gallery owners of my value will be easier, now that I've been one. Oh, and there's gonna be a big garage sale at Ink Thirsty's grave site in October, so come on down and plunder the vivid wreckage. We should've done every show like a garage sale, now that I think about it.  Ink Thirsty was at 281 W. 8th VISIT:


“I find it a difficult & melancholy business, I must confess, separating the old Rome from the New.” —Goethe, 1786 “Giuseppe Vasi’s Rome” is running through January 3, 2011. I was unprepared for the level of black & white neo-classical over-stimulation to be found in this show. I have a very weak spot for excellent drawing & the excesses of imperial architecture: triumphal arches, enormous piazzas surrounded by fantastic buildings featuring decadent fountains, ornate palaces, cavernous Cathedrals, all decked out in Baroque & classical splendor. Vasi worked in the mid 1700s, during a period when the Baroque was transitioning into Neo-Classical, just before the formation of the USA & Napoleon’s reordering of Europe. Vasi’s art is essentially commercial, rendering pieces for The Grand Tour, a tourist journey for the European aristocracy to gain exposure to the great cultural legacy of classical antiquity and the Renaissance, illuminated maps, palatial portraits & the like. He was also apparently a poet associated with the Arcadian Shepherds; do a little digging there & get weird. Every time i am exposed to such amazing architecture & city planning, i begin to crave a transformation in our society, where people hide their wealth & modesty is considered virtuous, into a land where ostentatious displays of wealth are laid out for the public to see, & the streets reflect the grander intentions of civilization. In stark contrast to the Vasi show is the work of Christophe Goodstein & his “Inferno” show. The enormous black & white canvasses of aesthetically arranged bird & rabbit carcasses, splattered black birds & gaunt, emaciated statues of men immediately evoked the Jewish Holocaust, but as the artist was born in 1965 & it’s 2010, this expressionistic, dare i call it “emo,” baring of depression seems deeply personal & disconnected from reality. His show is running until December 5th & there will be an artist talk at 5:30 on October 15th @ the museum. My favorite piece in the museum right now is by Portland ad man & artist Jim Riswold, depicting North Korean dictator Kim Jung Il as a series of Pop Art suckers. Candy makers should catch on.

GIUSEPPE VASI'S ROME, at Schnitzer Museum

joseph moore The Mist & The Moss, at Pizza Research Institute

act of listening to the sounds of the body, usually using a stethoscope & LePon is a dancer, so there’s some kind of poetic body mechanics thought going on here. Not really reflected in the work, LePon’s paintings are aesthetic landscapes, unmoving, obfuscated & decorated with blue rabbits & squid. I was impressed by LePon’s mix of techniques, using back-drops of mundane scenery, layering patterns of spray paint, drawn on tissue-paper, stencils, & some other tricks, the entire show has a very coherent & connected feeling to it. Like most of the shows i saw on the artwalk, the pieces seemed to be primarily an aesthetic of visual clichés collected from the past decade. Stuff that seemed fresh 10 years ago, (but quite twee & boring) but in terms of the actual zeitgeist, which i’ll admit hasn’t been declared publicly yet, but is definitely there, i did not see how these pieces worked their way into history & a larger relevance. As i said to LePon, “I want to be punched in the face by the art.” She has a naturally famous sounding name, so i’m going to keep an eye on her. The Pizza Ruining Institute is showing art by Joseph Elliot Moore. His work screams interior design to me. Very commercial, very nicely done, similar set of visual clichés. There are airplanes, some bees or flies, a honeycomb, some nice patterns, reminded me of layouts in Wallpaper magazine from 1999. It’s 2010; i need to see imagery that speaks to the now of today & what makes

up the world we live in. Ninkasi Brewing is showing work by Blunt Graffix. Blunt Graffix, aka Matt Dye does big screen prints of iconic figures, occasionally mixing them up. I’m naturally attracted to bold graphics & nostalgia. I obsess over pop history, but i know that this is a passéist enterprise. Repeating the superficial stylings of Shepard Fairey who deconstructed Warhol says nothing to me. It says even more nothing when the icons presented aren’t even from the world of today, but from decades ago. More than nothing, there is an almost offensive boringness to the whole thing. Elvis getting married, Jane Fonda arrested, again, what does this have to do with anything? I felt the same way about his show at Ink Thirsty, i couldn’t tell if some kind of statement was being made because nothing stood out, nor were the screen-printed images connected. Shepard Fairey uses McLuhan’s The Medium is the Message stupidism & i finally figured out what it’s about. Screen-printing. If you’re interested in screen-printing, the act of screen-printing, maybe this will be of interest to you. Whatever the intent, the statement is that iconic imagery is essentially bankrupt, which based on the central shows of the art walk, might be true. GOSSIP!

The Eugene Storefront Art Project has exploded in Springfield & Springfield has in turn, launched its own Springfield Main

Street Art Walk. The walk will be centered around Main Street & the Emerald Art Center, which has the Springfield Mayor’s Art Show on display. Their art walk will be on Friday, October 1st, from 5-8 pm on Main St. between 2nd & 8th. This of course conflicts with Eugene’s First Friday Art walk, & there has been some grumbling about competition but as far as i’m concerned, the more shit-stirring, the more chaos generated, the more we have a chance to reorder things in a way that is more interesting. I’ve been attending twice as many general arts concerns meetings as before, & it’s difficult for me to bridge the gap between my naturally elitist & competitive mentality as culture factory, professional artist & art critic AND the world of arts non-profits. Commercial gallery owners & professional artists do not attend these meetings & i can see why. Much as the public librarian’s attitude of, "at least they’re reading,” makes no sense to me, i’m concerned with WHAT is being produced, WHAT is being shown & WHAT is being read. I would prefer that work not be shown & consumed if it is not worth it. I suppose that it’s apples & oranges, but it always drives me a bit nuts. Also, Aaron Sullivan has a new comic book out called Tectonic Jelly. Sullivan is one of the GOODERER artists in town & i recommend following & buying his outputs. You can find him wearing spandex & a fanny pack, sporting a mullet. 


When i moved to the neighborhood six years ago, it was very clear that Whiteaker had a lot of art things going on that could be connected together. But, as soon as i realized that most of the art associated with the walk was going to be naive hippie stuff, i couldn’t bring myself to organize it, even though the Last Friday Artwalk was my brainchild. Years later, the neighborhood is changing slowly & it’s turning more Hip than Hippie. Not enough for my tastes, but it’s on its way. Olivejuice is showing the work of Dan Donovan. His work is painterly paintings of people; there is a nice piece of a girl riding a Merry-Go-Round in Indian get-up. The Voyeur is showing work by Lindsay LePon, in a show called “Heart of Paint... Strokes of Auscultation.” Auscultation is the

jim riswold Kim Jong Il Is a Big Sucker!, 2010 SEPTEMBER 29, 2010 • BANG!


Clowny Clown Clown


Amelia Hart, Alli Ditson, Miranda Jenee, and Janelle Keisha Derven

Legitimizing clown fashion and mentality eople go a few different ways on the clown idea—you're terrified, not impressed, creeped out, or you think it's hilarious and totally awesome. Looks great, duh! Alternately, you're a Juggalo and you're totally and completely down with the clown, for better or for worse, but that's a story for another issue... Clowns are always the fall guy, wild enough to play the stupid jokes we all love to laugh at. Clowns can also be terrifying and creepy, like Pennywise the Clown from IT. That's the thing, you never can be too sure who it really is under all that makeup, who is hiding inside that grotesquely exaggerated costume. People are afraid of clowns because they exhibit the unknown. You never know what you're going to get. Clowning also shows off the absolute "donots" of fashion. For years we have been called clowns. Clowns are all about exaggerating shapes and emotions and ideas, as is fashion. 14

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People were trying to be rude, but we're reclaiming it. We mix our patterns. We clash our colors. We wear things teeny tiny or hugely over sized in rainbow colors. We're clowns. Clown fashion is becoming mainstreamed and legitimized also. There are currently $435 Gaultier/Levis denim harem pants available from Bergdof Goodman that are so rodeo clown it hurts. Wikipedia says about clowns: "stereotypically characterized by their grotesque appearances: colored wigs, stylistic makeup, outlandish costumes." Sound familiar? Lady Gaga is such a clown, what with her wigs and publicity stunts and insane makeup and costuming. Worldwide, her debut album has sold over twelve million copies. Clowns are the future, and the kids are buying.  Clowns are also just so brain-numbingly stupid and goofy, we love them for it. Fashion takes itself too seriously. We can hide behind the costume and face paint and therefore revel in the sanctuary of anonymity. We are free to


act outside of our self inflicted boundaries of normalcy. In costume we feel liberated to go into the "forbidden" and pie some motherfucker in the face. Why do you think everyone gets so wild on Halloween? It's all just an excuse to be more ourselves. We can abandon our identities, and with them, the feeling of accountability behind our actions. We invite you to adopt just a hint of this mentality into the everyday. There are subtle ways to work it into your daily look. You don't have to rock the white face and gap tooth look, although we'd be so impressed if you did. Go ahead, put on that pair of garish striped socks with your cropped pants, your friends won't shun you for it. How about some bright red lipstick with a big hat? How about you boys start wearing bowties and wild suspenders, or even just a flower in your lapel? Embrace these small clown symbols as a small inspiration to banish those inhibitions and break free. I bet you'll like it.

We wanted to try out the more extreme end of the clown spectrum. What better way than with a clown pin-up shoot? 

Amelia Hart is a hairdresser, makeup artist, model, book worm, and the type of girl who would rock more costume changes in a day than Cher if she could. Contact her at: Allihalla, better known as Alli Ditson is a local designer and seamstress always seeking out new sewing endeavors, such as halloween custom costume orders. Contact her at:

WANDERING — GOAT — — 268 MADISON — — We are very excited to launch The Art of Dismantling, an ongoing interview series. Every month, we will be interviewing a different artist, musician, or writer that utilizes their gifts in an effort to instigate change. The interviews will be heavily focused on the artists’ political/social views, intentions, and how they feel about the impact the are or are not having in the world.

ber take away from your live show? F: I'd prefer they left with a vague feeling rather than an articulated thought. The sound and video don't use text, so nothing in the live gig is so didactic. It's more about deeply planting sentiments. The audience can read books or see documentaries to fill up on information. My job is simply to incite, to make complacency impossible. Do you have advice for other writers, musicians, or artists who are creating politically focused art? F: The most difficult path to find is how to not insult the intelligence of some of your public, without getting too abstract or academic for the majority. It's difficult to produce something that functions both for a punk kid in Idaho and a professor of sociology in Paris. There are no simple instructions for how to do this. I think I often fail, but it's something I'm always thinking about and encourage other producers to consider. What personal lifestyle choices have you made which reflect the views and opinions expressed through your music? F: I've been loosely vegetarian for my adult life. I bike instead of drive, buy most of my needs second hand, I consolidate or refuse gigs to avoid flying frivolously. Many other details of daily life that are so background that I no longer notice.


Interview with Dante Zuniga-West Greetings, Can you give us a brief explanation of who you are and what you do? F: I work under the AKA of Filastine; it's primarily a music project using electronic music, percussion, voices and strings. Since it also involves video and graphic design, we might call it a ‘new media’ or ‘digital arts’ project. Some people call me a DJ, but I think they are just confused. What Goals do you have with your music and its impact on the world? F: To quote Berthold Brecht: “art is not a mirror to reflect reality, but a hammer with which to shape it.” The Filastine hammer is banging out some of the ideological trusses that reinforce the trance of everyday life. What message or messages are you trying to instill in your audience and listeners? F: We are the slow-motion apocalypse. Our habits, desires, and way of life are unsustainable. It's a smaller violence to sabotage the current system than it is to collaborate in its continuation. What first led you to the decision to utilize your gifts as a musician as a tool for expressing your personal views on environmental, social, and political issues? F: In this case the egg arrived before the chicken. I learned how to make music out of necessity to communicate. I wasn't a musician who was later radicalized, but rather a radical who developed music as a means of expressing himself. Ideally, what experience or impact would an audience mem-

Is there any hope for success? F: For the earth, we've already permanently damaged it, but nature is resilient. Chernobyl has the highest density of wildlife in Europe, just for being left alone for twenty-five years. As for humanity, we've got to get accustomed to lives of diminishing returns. Since the time of our grandparents we've already seen our quality of life go down in terms of basic needs like air (dirty), water (ditto), work (precarious), and shelter (unaffordable), and that's just speaking of the privileged few in developed world. The situation looks a lot starker if you are in one of the world's new megalopolis like Jakarta, Mumbai, or Nairobi, where most people live on the thin edge of survival. It's an exciting time to be alive, the world is full of amazing people, culture is mutating faster than ever, great music, art, and social movements are springing up like wildflowers, but we are definitely, undoubtedly, wholeheartedly fucked! But that's not an excuse for apathy, we've got to do the best with the situation we've inherited, at least minimize the injustice and ecological wreckage. How important do you feel it is for artists/writers to communicate and discuss these topics and themes via their art and writing, as opposed to spending their time developing sustainable personal practices? F: Why not do both? Everything takes time and energy, but a balance can be struck. But if a ‘content provider’ can make an influential piece of work, I'd say give the priority to that work instead of living like a saint. Given that your music is partially instrumental, what devices or techniques do you use to communicate your message(s) non-verbally? F: This is where video is useful. Instead of ranting about big brother and the security state, you can see collages of CCTV cameras, satellites, fingerprints, scanners, it's a way for people to see reminders of the invisible networks of social control that are constantly surrounding us. Most of the live videos are like this, themes without explicit instructions. Also, I bang on and kick a shopping cart onstage, which is the kind of simple non-verbal  message that any child can understand.



mon day OCTOBER 4

On the Tundra Tartufi Jared Meese & the Grown Children 8pm, $5, all ages

sat ur day OCTOBER 9


sat ur day OCTOBER 16

Long Tall & Ugly Boomchick 8pm, 21+

Filastine will play in a town near you at some point in time. Find him online:

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UIFCBDLTUSFFUTMJOFSOPUFT Aim Low, Get High an essay about Bruce Springsteen and teenage apathy

 River Donaghey


get drunk off gin in San Francisco, inside a girl's apartment down in Mission District. We climb out her window, sit on her fire escape, and she repeats the same cliché I hear from all the kids my age. It starts differently— with the war, the oil spill, the slow decline of America—but in the end they say the same lines. She is no exception, legs dangling two stories off the ground, voice slurred in the cutest way thanks to the gin and tonic in her hand. “The thing is,” she says, “I have come to terms with the fact that I can't do anything about the world. There is nothing I can do to change its course. I can only sit back and watch as it burns.” “But you can't just give up,” I try to argue,

no one was looking before he took each pull. As the bottle drained he stopped glancing around as much. Everyone on the Greyhound bus acts like me at my parents’ parties when I was fifteen. We try to get as drunk as possible as secretly as possible. "Someone has got to at least make an effort to do something," he repeated, before tipping the whisky back and turning to the window again. The music being released these days reflects the dread and apathy I hear. The National's most recent album, High Violet, is the most honest reflection of our times I've heard yet. It is music to get drunk to and accept defeat. It is music to put on while sitting up all night. Melancholy is a deeply addictive feeling and The

Born to Run: Insignificance, disconnection, loneliness, and being stuck in a world that seems overwhelmingly damaged “you need to go down fighting. If you accept defeat then it is already over.” “It is already over,” she insists. Her eyes are closed and her face is pointed towards me. “Hedonism is the only viable solution.” Then she gets up to pour herself another drink. I've spent the last month traveling by Greyhound. I made it to New Mexico and ended up on a three-day bus trip home to Eugene, Oregon. A week later I climbed back on the Dog and found myself in San Francisco. My original destination was Albuquerque. I never made it that far. I drank screwdrivers on a bus north from Sacramento with a man who told me that the government was already scouting the Northwest as a place to put displaced Southerners. When hurricane season hits, he said, the dispersant BP is using will spread with the rains across a large portion of the South. It will start causing severe respiratory issues and longerterm health problems. The government will need a place to stick all of the effected. They will squeeze them into our Northwest cities like clothes we don't want but can't manage to throw away. "Everybody in the world is just sitting back and not doing anything," another passenger, an ex-marine in his fifties muttered to me, as I was trying to sleep in the uncomfortable bus seats. "I tried to do something. I tried to take some action. I spent twelve years in the marines. Now I'm old and it's up to you kids to take over. But no one is. I've done my duty. I'm not saying go join the military. It's just about doing something." It was the middle of the night and I had been watching him drink a bottle of whisky in the shape of a plastic hip flask. He stared out the window and glanced around to make sure 16

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National have a masterful grasp over it. Once you fall in, you don't ever want to surface. Is this it, America? Have we passed the point of no return and now we have to sit back and get numb as our world crumbles around us? Because that is what I am hearing you say. Every kid my age has risen up together to release one last, apathetic sigh. And the art we are making doesn't just reflect the communal shrug of defeat—it reinforces it. Music is powerful. And in the right hands it can inspire us to get up off our asses and do something in the world. As much as I love The National, they do not inspire their listeners to do anything more than drink a bottle of wine and stop thinking for a while. Bruce Springsteen's 1975 album Born to Run is the best album ever made. The music may be dated, and the lyrics may reflect a sliver of 1970s New Jersey life that none of us can relate to anymore, but its power still burns through. It beautifully captures the feeling I see in so many of my peers. Insignificance, disconnection, loneliness, and being stuck in a world that seems overwhelmingly damaged. Where The National's music just reinforces the malaise, Born to Run gives its listeners inspiration. Springsteen writes about the world in all of its fucked-up glory but he doesn't let it crush him. The album emanates this sense of empowerment. That, even if the world is doomed, he will go down fighting. This is what we need now, even more than he knew back in 1975. “Don't run back inside, you know just what I'm here for,” he says in “Thunder Road,” the album's opener. “So you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore. Show a little faith, there's magic in the night.” And with those lines, he is not just singing for a girl on her front porch, trying to

#:&3*,'-"//*("/"/%$)3*4501)&31)*--*14 nice pants Brucey takin' it to the Backstreets. That's sexy, goddamn. convince her to leave her entire life behind and run away with him. He is singing for us, for the girl on her San Francisco fire escape, for the guy drinking screwdrivers on a Greyhound bus because he is scared of the future, for the ex-marine trying to convince me to make a change. In 1975, Springsteen saw the fear in the eyes of everyone around him. That was over thirty years ago, and our fear today is more tangible and widespread, but Born to Run can still act as a clarion call to fight back against the listlessness and passivity. Springsteen's New Jersey was a sad, dark, depressing place, and so is our world today. But where The National sits back and accepts it, Born to Run booms out as an overwhelming testament to life and freedom. “What else can we do now except roll down the windows and let the wind blow back your hair,” he cries in “Thunder Road.” “The night is busting open. These two lanes can take us

anywhere. We've got one last chance to make it real—to trade in these wings for some wheels.” Maybe it is already over, like the drunk girl in San Francisco so eloquently said, and maybe Hedonism is the only answer. Maybe it isn't. But once we believe that we are doomed, it becomes a reality, even if it wasn't to begin with. So go dig up your father's copy of Born to Run, pour a stiff gin and tonic, and for a moment let go of the malaise that has settled down over so many of us. Feel the message of hope and inspiration Springsteen captures amid images of desolate New Jersey streets. Bruce Springsteen's reputation may have been tarnished by his stadium-sized shows in the 80s, but he is one of our most talented and significant songwriters. And his message is one worth hearing. We need to do something before it is too late. We need to do something,  even if it is too late.


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PANTERA Cowboys from Hell 20th Anniversary Re-release 2010, Rhino

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1/2 Many of the products, cultural offerings and especially music of the early 1990s has, by now, burned away leaving nothing more than an embarrassing and shameful reminder of a time when we believed in the power of parachute pants and the love between Cory and Topanga. Given 1990s indelible markings on popular culture in the form of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and Tiny Toons, it is hard to imagine that a metal album would be released in the same year that would have such an impact and lasting superiority that, to this day, it would continue to influence and astound musicians and listeners. Cowboys From Hell, the iconic album from power groove metal innovators Pantera heralded a sound which took characteristics of heavy metal and the burgeoning thrash metal movement of the 1980s, yet repackaged it into a product all its own. The thick and gritty, yet technical and dexterous single guitar work of the late Dimebag Darrell would bring metal out of the 1980s and introduce a new and heavy sub-genre that in 2010 still holds massive validity in music. The 20th anniversary re-mastering and re-release of Cowboys From Hell sounds just as good if not better than it did 10, 15 or 20 years ago. It is an important reminder of how quality and true originality prevail in music over time. The re-released album set comes as a two or three disc package, with one of the additional discs containing live recordings of the day, and the other with a set of demos, including a previously unreleased track, “The Will to Survive,” recalling more of Pantera’s earlier, more glam-sound. Nevertheless, this album can still melt faces, from the opening


riffs of the album’s title track, through “Cemetery Gates” and “Domination,” satisfyingly concluding with “The Art of Shredding.” After 20 years it is still fresh and awesome, and doesn’t come with a free Salt-N-Pepa sampler cassette. —COLLIN GERBER

PEELANDER-Z P-TV-Z 2010, Chicken Ranch

 Japanese born, US bred, punk rock band Peelander-Z are back with their trademark J-punk creations, this time in the form of what is being marketed, whether seriously or not, as a kid’s album. The band claims to be a “Japanese Action Comic Punk band hailing from the Z area of Planet Peelander,” and although that doesn’t make tangible sense, somehow it does when listening to their unique brand of punk rock, J-pop, space sounds and jaunty “Engrish” pseudo sing-alongs. This album covers some absolute classics such as “Old McDonald,” in ska-punk form of E-I-E-I-O, and includes backing vocals and call-and-respond segments with children, not unlike a Kidz Bop J-Punk CD. Other tracks include “Ice Cream,” “Be My Friend Tonight,” “Wasabi Man,” “No More Cavities” and “Taco Taco Tacos.” While the album reads either like a joke or a real album for kids, it is enjoyable and silly whatever the intent. They do not compromise their designation as a punk band; the guitars are not turned down and the drums are no less aggressive, they have just added some animal sounds, children’s voices and some synthesizer effects, all in true Japanese popular musical form. It’s good for a toe tap or a laugh, but it’s all good. —COLLIN GERBER

2010, Unsigned



ne of the most interesting things about mudownhill. My heart was pumping with nervousness sic is the images it invokes inside your head, until I reached that point where you finally exert of the places and events that you imagine full control (or at least acceptance) of the situation, some particular song to be a soundtrack to, like the and the nerves turn into thrills until CRASH! And I way Desmond Dekker’s “Israelites” takes you to a momentarily lay there in seeming defeat until the broken down plantation shack in the heat of the closer, “One Year After The War,” shook me from my early Jamaican sun, or how Limp Bizkit transports resignation and provided not so much a resolution you to a world of shooting but a release, not to menyourself in the face. And in tion the most memorable ON THE TUNDRA, TARTUFI, the case of Echolalia, the lick on the album (one JARED MEES & THE GROWN CHILDREN new album by Eugene “anthat’s just dying for an epic MONDAY OCT. 4, 8pm themic instrumental indie la la la chorus behind it). It WANDERING GOAT, $5 rockers” On The Tundra, I was as if I had hit a wall, unfound myself taken to the til the guitars broke out and green surroundings of… Eugene. This is not meant I’m suddenly outside in a night rain, screaming to as a dig, but rather a compliment, as I closed my the sky, achieving catharsis. eyes and caught images of grainy, black and white The sound and the style of Echolalia has cerhome videos of road trips along the Oregon coast, tainly been done before, but that in no way takes and lost afternoons of wandering around mistaway from the fact that these local boys have done shrouded evergreen forests. Perhaps what struck good, and put out a solid, competent record. Fans me the most about Echolalia is the sequencing of of sweeping instrumental grandeur (think Explothe individual tracks, which, if not intentional, prosions In The Sky) will enjoy this, and throughout the vide for a very happy accident. album, I heard pieces that would fit comfortably Echolalia is an album in the true sense of the alongside the Appleseed Cast’s Low Level Owl seword, as opposed to a random collection of songs, ries or an instrumental Built To Spill album. Overall, and progresses along as a realized story, like any you can stick this record in the recommended pile, good album, book or film should. The first two but you don’t have to take my word for it. Find out on tracks act as a fitting introduction, slowly building your own when On The Tundra performs with Jared and setting the mood and the place and the expecMees and The Grown Children (founder and propritations, until “Panda Bamboo” comes in third and etor of Tender Loving Empire Records and stores), blows the doors open, setting you up for the action, and Tartufi (from SF and one of the most talented and for the meat of the story. Coming in towards amazing and hugely epic two-piece bands I've ever the end, the title track left me with a feeling of a heard) this coming Monday, Oct. 4 at 6pm at the slow ski lift ascent to the top of a mountain, unWandering Goat, or head over to their website to til the drums kick in and I was suddenly hurtling hear the album for yourself. —MARK SULLIVAN



WOW HALL September 24


On a Friday night, like most Friday nights, I was watching the time go by too quickly. The show was to begin at 9pm, which gave me ample time to play a game or ten of pinball. As I played, the machine would not let me leave as it continued to give me a generous amount of free games. More than an hour passed. I needed a drink. By the time I looked at my watch, I was late for the Les Nubians concert at the WOW Hall. Thus, I made my exit. My review is as follows: Idéalement, ces régimes impliquent surtout le cru ou la cuisson vapeur basse pression. À la vapeur, ça c’est vraiment la poisse, et les frittes alors ? Non, hélas les frittes sont exclues. Même à l’huile de pépins de raisin ? Et pourquoi pas à l’huile de cheval aussi ! Non les huiles, graisses et goudrons cuits sont nuisibles à la santé. Toutefois, les fruits oléagineux crus, bien que gras, sont parfaits pour la santé. Il ne faudrait tout de même pas confondre l’huile cuite avec les produits élaborés par mère Nature. 


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It has been pointed out on numerous occasions, by those of both local and non-Oregonian origins, that Eugene has quite a lot of those things (and people) that make you say “hmm…” We would like to attempt to bring these quirky inadequacies to whatever light we can muster up, with the hope that maybe some open discussion in the community will give those curious offenders the strength to say, “enough already! I’m a leader, not a follower! I’m gonna set the next damn trend. This is 2010, for crissakes! I don’t have to live like this, etc.”


o, pirates? What the *#@!? What fucking century do you think this is, and why do you think you look good in a shirt that only Fabio could pull off? If you entertain notions of getting ripped on rum and fornicating with saucy wenches, we have plenty of watering holes in this town firmly rooted in the 21st century. And we’re certain it can’t be the music, how many times can you really sing, “What can you do with a drunken sailor?” and get away with it. Certainly, we digress, much like your ever-shrinking list of friends, swashbuckler. Save it for Halloween. Which, in the interest of transparency, we adore. Love, Us


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You are not this cool

HOROSCOPES by Steven Jellybean Honeysuckle

Aries Mar. 21­-Apr. 19: Our brains are categorizing

contraptions bent on arranging information into two tidy categories: familiar and unfamiliar. If you let it choose all the time, you’ll be stuck listening to the Grateful Dead noodle away in 4/4 time for the rest of your life. Fuck that! Get loose. Get outside yourself. Listen to something bracingly bombastic and uncomfortable. Put a mic to wailing buzz saws or shattering glass. Jam that.

TAURUS Apr. 20-May 20: Pack a picnic this weekend and go worship in the big church with the open top and the shaggy grass carpeting. Bring a gyroscope for direction, a red-checked blanket for a cape, a detective’s magnifying glass for eyesight, a moleskin journal for pressing exotics, a jug of wine for the bumblebees and thigh-high socks for wading through words. And don’t forget the strawberries and watermelon. Gemini May 21-June 20: There’s pretty much a day or week or month for just about any cause you can think of—World Rabies Day, Global Salt Awareness Week, National Face Protection Month, and so on… People are getting involved. Isn’t it about time you got involved, too? Start your own awareness day, week or month. From here on, October could be known as Stop Feline Exploitation Awareness Month or End Infection Due to Poor Piercing Hygiene Month. Whatever…

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what you’re all about.

Libra Sep. 23-Oct. 22: Look around at the pictures on your walls, shelves, desks and countertops. Your collection of captured memories. Glad-handers and coin-palmers, snake-oil-peddlers and bible-bearers. Your own mix of mythologized history. Expand your lore over the next couple weeks. Make those big fish bigger, that snow deeper, the people against you greater in number. Scorpio Oct. 23-Nov. 21: Your lingual guile, your capacity for convincing, is downright lithesome right now. You could talk a snake out of a chick’s nest and a raindrop back into its cloud. You could persuade a penny to shave and a dollar to grow a mustache. Don’t go wasting that verbal virility on a lousy con or one-night-stand. Weave something more worthwhile. Something that you’ll want to wake up next to. Sagittarius Nov. 22-Dec. 21: : It’s the new millen-

nium, Sag. Ditch your pontifical proxy and define your own methods of exaltation. Drink the blood and eat the body of Christ? Fuck that. It’s gotta be way old and coagulated by now. Carry a tiny carpet and compass everywhere to pray? You’re not Aladdin and that rag isn’t gonna fly. Whip up your own worshiping ways. Get naked, rub berries over your body and do some chanting.

Cancer June 21-July 22: What the fuck have you Capricorn been wearing on your sleeve? A mad and muddled collection of ideologically opposing tattoos? Your achy, arrhythmic heart? White streaks of dried snot? It’s no matter, really. Roll those sleeves up to your elbows and dig into some dirt. Get wrist deep in it. Fill your hands with it and smear it all over your arms and let it dry there. It’s good for the sin.

Leo July 23-Aug. 22: Now that Ricky Martin is finally out of the closet, it’s time the global community of homosexual musicians came together to form a same-sex-loving super-group. Come on Elton John, George Michael, Clay Aiken, that one guy from N’Sync, unite to put the gay into reggae. Leo, it’s up to you to spearhead this thing. It may need some greasing, so start an e-mail chain among your friends and write the artists’ MySpace and Facebook pages. Virgo Aug. 23-Sep. 22: Be honest, you’ve been feel-

ing your car looks pretty plain recently. Just boring. It says nothing at all about you and really every shell should express what’s inside. Get some bumper stickers on that. Get to advertising. Free Tibet. Jah Is My Co-Pilot. Bush/Cheney 1984. Hate Free Zone. Whatever. Just make sure everyone who glances at your vehicle immediately knows

Dec. 22-Jan. 19: Man, Capricorn, you haven’t lived until you’ve gone aerial wolf-gunning. There’s no greater rush than the one you get from liquidating those lupine beasts while riding so close to heaven. It’s kind of spendy though, so before you sink your retirement into it, practice smiting ants from atop your lawn furniture. You don’t want to get up there in the helicopter and embarrass yourself.

Aquarius Jan. 20-Feb. 18: The sun prefers you shameless. Under its incandescent touch, shame is a bootless errand, a downhill foot race, a fork for tomato soup. Pack away that shame with your swimwear, sun block and flip-flops – it should easily fit in a shoebox—and get out that audacity. But don’t just hang a tit or testie. You’re better than that. Get creative about it. Get brave about it. Pisces Feb. 19­-Mar. 20: Tired of having to walk everywhere, Pisces? Got so many DUIIs that you’re on a first name basis with the judge? Get a Rascal scooter, eat so much you cannot possibly pry yourself from its cushy seat and score a handicap parking tag. This way you won’t have to walk anywhere anymore or worry about getting another DUII or finding a good parking spot. You can even drive on the sidewalk.

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