Thursday, October 28, 2010

The Best Kind of Planet

Watch my stopwatch, people. Right now you’re melting into a river of calm hypnosis while waves of round bass and currents of soothing female vocals sweep you away in a magical whirlpool of color and sound. Now the whole thing explodes as a single crash cymbal blows up somewhere nearby, and you’re suddenly drifting at a much faster pace. Your heart’s probably pounding for a second, but then you realize there’s nothing to fear in this new world of Portishead-esque trip-hop, and you begin to enjoy the rapid-fire fills and spills of the entire experience.



There’s a scratch in your ears that you didn’t even notice, but you go with it for lack of control; you’re entranced, under the spell of Cooper Gillespie’s breathy voice as it swells up from beneath like an undercurrent to slow your pulse. But before the calm can become too deeply ingrained, a rich downtempo hip-hop session led by Greg Gordon begins somewhere very close by, and the ride sets off again faster than ever. Beats, raps, keyboards and thick, hearty bass lines hook you in (no, that’s not a bass fishing pun), and then you’re dancing atop a gigantic, groovy wave of diamonds and lights.

Then, out of nowhere, a break. A sudden halt and the sea of sound flatlines, jolting you back to reality as you realize how ridiculously tripped out the last four minutes of your life have been. Holy shit, man, you’re not on a ride at all. You’re listening to Mad Planet, and it fucking rules.

Mad Planet plays at 10 pm Wednesday, Nov. 3, at Luckey’s. 21+. $3.

EW 10/28

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Pirates, Gypsies, Whatever.

Remember that part in Peter Pan where Captain Hook and his crew sing and dance around in a loud and unruly fashion while accordion music plays in the background? Gogol Bordello brings this exact image to mind every time their aptly classified “gypsy punk” music blasts through my headphones.



Currently, the group stands with about nine members hailing from all kinds of different places — Russia, Ukraine, Ethiopia, Scotland, Israel, Ecuador and the U.S. — and this enormous collective gets as rowdy on stage as any other punk band. The real difference, however, is that gypsy punk is an entirely different breed of music. For starters, most of the instruments are acoustic — à la Violent Femmes, perhaps — and many more elements are incorporated into the music: Cajun influences with accordion and fiddle, a thick background of percussion that takes drumming beyond the “doo-ka” rhythms of traditional punk, and heavy inclusion of dance all blend together to create an entity quite unlike anything else under the punk umbrella.

Fans of DeVotchKa and Motherhead Bug will certainly feel at home in the crowd at a Gogol Bordello show, and while many of the lyrics are difficult to make out, it’s really not hard to find yourself humming along with the catchy melodies that often shine through the chaos. So whether Gogol Bordello reminds you of Captain Hook having a good time with his crew or just a bunch of crazy Europeans putting on a freaking awesome show, this is sure to be a sweaty night. Gogol Bordello and Forro in the Dark play at 8 pm Sunday, Oct. 17, at the McDonald Theatre; $22.50 adv., $25 door.

EW 10/14

Thursday, October 7, 2010

21 Is Just a Number

Things to do in Lane County while you’re still young

Sure, 21 means you can go and buy some cheap beer and make an ass of yourself a little more easily, and yes, it means that you can get into clubs and venues that don’t allow minors. But beyond that, 21 really doesn’t have that much going for it. So for all you freshmen sitting there in your cramped little dorm room filled with anxiety over your minor status and first year away from home, let the troubles wash away. There’s plenty to be done!

As the Oregon sky tries to crap out those last rays of sunshine this year, the last thing that anybody wants to do is waste them. Disc golf can be found all over the place, and the community that plays it is incredibly welcoming and fun. Then consider all of the other activities that a new place has to offer — hiking, malls, movies, bowling — the list is, as with any city, almost endless.

But I’ll be honest with you: The real anxiety will most likely hit you at night. Again, goosfraba, it will probably go a little something like this: The sun sets, you’re thinking “Oh shit!” because around you the city is crawling into bars and night clubs, McMenamins isn’t allowing minors anymore, and 7-Eleven is packed with people buying booze, which you can’t do without standing outside handing money to strangers in hopes they’ll score you a six-pack.



Chill out, man, there’s plenty to do after the sun has absconded with Eugene’s sobriety. The McDonald Theatre often has great gigs, and the WOW Hall and Wandering Goat also have all-ages shows for low prices.

Oh yeah, and just because you can’t get into clubs doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy their atmosphere: Some of the most intriguing conversations to be had come from buying a pack of smokes and sitting outside John Henry’s on ’80s night. Side note: Even if you don’t smoke, cigarettes are useful, as they become a catalyst for conversation.

Campus has a whole load of nighttime events that should be kept in mind also. Movie nights, Hamilton basement shows, root-beer pong tournaments, Karaoke, ultimate Frisbee games and more are all right past your doorstep over there, so don’t go complaining that campus is boring. Walk outside and see what’s up.

Now I think it’s time we address the thing that you’ve been keeping in the back of your mind while you read. Not that we’re encouraging this, but finding alcohol before you turn 21 really isn’t the feat of the century. If you feel like drinking will liven your night up (which, let’s face it, you probably do), then go do it somewhere safe. Or at least somewhere that won’t end up with you falling in the river. I guess what I’m saying is: Don’t drink at the river. MIPs all round?

No thanks. There are plenty of parties to be hopped and plenty of people with houses. Chances are that if you know somebody willing to buy you alcohol, then you know someone with a house. Please, I reiterate, be safe. With that September riot still fresh in our minds (and the minds of the police), it’s probably better for everyone that the drinking be conducted indoors. Besides, welcome to Oregon; it’s going to be raining anyway.

Phew, lecture over. Feel free to take a break from reading and get a glass of milk.

If you’re not really a fan of city nightlife, a good option is checking out the local hot springs like McCredie and Wall Creek. They’re about 45 minutes down Hwy. 58, but well worth the night drive. You’ll find yourself out in the middle of nowhere with only nature around you. It doesn’t matter if it’s raining because the water keeps you plenty warm. And if you go in the daytime, Oakridge has awesome mountain bike trails.

So you see, there is endless fun to be had in the wonderful world of Lane County. Don’t be put off by the fact that you haven’t been around for 21 years yet, or that you are stuck living in a small, shared space; these are the things that give you no excuse to avoid all of those awesome activities. How do those old Disney Channel commercials go? “Get up and get out there.” Something like that?

[EW 10/07]