Between 2/26 and March 7, two Narcs were out
vacationing working on a piece on Portland’s and San Francisco’s music scene. This first of three parts finds our young adventurers wandering the bearded streets of Portland in search of a venue with spellbinding sound.
There are many thing that a Philadelphian will find familiar about Portland. The beer scene. The unpretentious vibe. The bikes. The universal signposts of hipster culture, the universal denial of said hipster culture. That choosing a spot for jazz on a Saturday night based solely based on the beer (Rogue Brewery) is an idea that will meet its end four minutes after the 30 minute wait is announced. But what befuddle a Philadelphian as unfamiliar? The looming presence of Mount Hood? The quiet but extroverted PacNW friendliness? All those Philadelphians you used to know who have checked out of the Illadelph and are now even MORE bearded? Sure. But what about an indie rock venue with perfect sound? That, my fine Philadelphian friend, is a Portland site for sore ears.