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Just Another Saturday Night…

Cara — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 05:56:40 +0000

…Maybe you had to be there.

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OV Summer Progress Report

Stephen — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 22:31:50 +0000

Hi all,

Now that the Summer sun has burned many of our ears, necks and backs, we write to you with an update – a progress report of sorts. As noted in our last post, we have a plethora of projects that we’re trying to accomplish before Fall rolls around and here’s where we stand thus far:

Revamp website
Acquire new distribution boxes
Paint new distribution boxes
Replace broken Plexiglas in boxes around campus (About 1/3 fixed.)
Scan and archive Volume 14 and others not on website
Create master distribution list, distribute to more places (It’s still growing, but we have a good start.)
Clean/Reorganize office (It’s reorganized but not clean. Does it need to be?)
Plan Rent-a-Pooch IV (Set for October 21st.)
Organize U of O Student Media Summit
Bind and archive volumes not already in library
Blog, blog, blog
Build roller-coaster (It’s very rickety.)
Drink beer (Can we ever really cross this one out?)

While there are some items that have been taken care of, there is much more to accomplish. If you’d like to get involved and help us help you and the entire student body, give us a shout via the contact form.

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Blitzen Trapper announce Black River Killer EP

Scot — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 01:03:41 +0000

News fresh from Sub Pop. The new EP will be in stores August 25th. We’ll do our best to get some advanced listenings of it this summer.

According to Stereogum, it’ll pull together many divergent sounds, making a hard rock departure from their usual home-spun melodies. I’m offering a special prize to the person who can figure out the name of the ’80s Libyan pop star. Worth a look.

Blitzen Trapper is playing Pickathon this year with Dr.Dog, Thao with The Get Down Stay Down and square dancing?

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I'm moving to Sweden

Grace P. — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 23:49:48 +0000

I told Stephen I’d follow up on last night’s Jens Lekman show at WOW Hall, but falling in love makes me semi-illiterate. Forgive me if I fan-rant.

After two years of touring worldwide on the same album, I don’t know how Jens manages to take such good care of his audience. We did take his Oregon virginity, and I’d like to think it was special for him too. At first I was disappointed that he had such a small touring band. If I was a semi-famous Swedish pop star, I thought, I would buy myself a goddamn gospel choir and a brass band and take them with me everywhere, even Eugene, Oregon.

But the sparse arrangements turned out to be a blessing. He performed most of Night Falls and a few favorites from Maple Leaves and When I said I wanted to be your dog. The audience knew most of the songs by heart, and we worked together to make the songs whole. On “Kanske Ar Jag Kar I Dig” (which means “Maybe I’m in love with you, but I’m crossing out the maybe”), the band cut out and the audience took over the back-up vocals. The whole show was a camp sing-along with the coolest camp counselor in the world.

In the aftermath Jens and his band stuck around and everyone pretended to be his best friend, especially me. Since last night I have thought of a million intelligent questions for him, but when I met him all I did was gush. I basically told him that his music was the only remedy for a broken heart, but not in such graceful terms. Then I got really nervous and blurted out: “CAN I JUST GIVE YOU A HUG?” And he was all, in that quiet, Jenzy way, “Of course; I was going to give you one anyway.” So I put my arms around him, like that girl in that song (“Your arms around me), and it was totally satisfying. Later I felt a little embarrassed, like I had vomited on his shoes or something.

By the way, I should settle this argument right now:
It’s “Yentz,” not “Jenz.” The violin player told me so.

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Hicksters Unite

Grace P. — Tue, 19 May 2009 22:12:53 +0000

The Avett Brothers, dukes of the 21st century bluegrass revival, play McDonald Theatre this Wednesday. Come watch them burn down our most historic barn. Also, if it turns out that the Avett Brothers were the only band-dudes you wanted to see at Sasquatch, see them for $19 (advance) instead of $80. What a steal! Accordionist Jason Webley opens at 8, and there is a good chance he will play that cute song about his coffee percolator.

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Art/Fiction/Poetry Issue Online Now

Scot — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 02:02:48 +0000

Thanks to everyone that submitted. We can hardly keep the print copies around. Congratulations everyone. Issue 3 is on the way. No related posts. Related posts brought to you by Yet Another Related Posts Plugin. No related posts. Related posts brought to you by Yet Another Related Posts Plugin.

Rent-a-Pooch III

Stephen — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 01:58:14 +0000

Wednesday, May 20th

Reservations begin at 10:30 a.m.

Pick-up starts at 11:00 a.m.

Heck yes!

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(Love notes are harder to write than blog rants)

Grace P. — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 08:00:54 +0000

Nobody here blogged about the Dark Dark Dark show last week. I could pull something out of my grab-bag of missed deadline excuses (you know how hard it is to find the internet these days…?) but there was no good reason to neglect proper reverence for Nona Marie Invie and her sweet band of gypsies. A whole week has passed since I walked away from Stonehenge, and I still have that naggy feeling I get when I actually have something nice to say.

While curled up against the band’s ancient, monolithic amp at the front of the crowd, I developed two valuable quandaries.

First: you can pay more than Oregon’s generous min. wage at a fancy-pants Portland venue to hear music better suited for a dive bar with a 3-dollar cover (Dear Builders and the Butchers: I am bitter). The heeled patrons crowding your view will add to your irritability. Or you can be a stingy, wallet-forgetting college student and get all soppy and mesmerized for free. Your proximity to the artist, and your hands on the rug, will remind you of those lovely, pre-jaded days when you discovered Simon and Garfunkel while sitting in front of the speakers on your parent’s living room floor– but, this time, the music is live and your friends have whiskey!

Second: If you always love to folk, you will always be forced to endure the standing vs. sitting debate at seatless venues. I’ll never forget Joanna Newsom’s meek attempt to dissipate concert rage over this very topic during her ‘06-’07 tour. It might have been the first time a harp inspired riotous behavior. Invie gave a similarly timid reminder that her music wasn’t for dancers, and I was happy with my decision to sit. Her melancholy accordion and thoughtful lyrics expressed nostalgia that made my limbs useless. I’m never the wallflower with pocketed hands; I love to bust a move–but last Wednesday I was totally puddled. The isolated soul gyrating in the back of the crowd seemed rather out of place, especially when he waved his arms around and demanded that people join him (incidentally, I saw this same, enthusiastic fellow at a beer-hookah sort of party the next night, and he was still out of place, this time with a rogue bottle of raw goat-milk.)

Dark Dark Dark: You made the best of a rainy night. I’m sorry I forgot my wallet.
Blogosphere: Dark Dark Dark is in Salt Lake City right now. You probably missed them…

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In other news: bad poetry

Grace P. — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 03:47:04 +0000

Changing the subject.
I found a scrawled note sitting on top of a stack of OVs in the j-school:

“You said love is a temple, love the higher law. you asked me to enter then you made me crawl + I just can’t keep holding on to what you got when all you got is hurt.”

Voice secret admirer? Anonymous creative issue submission? Butt-hurt Emerald staffer?

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Cake is the only language I speak

Grace P. — Thu, 05 Mar 2009 23:38:20 +0000

This is an apology:
From me (Grace), not from any organization.
To Hannah Hoffman and Lauren Fox, not to any organization.

The cakes are yours as soon as I can get them to you, whether you forgive me or not.

On a more positive note, I’m glad to hear that the OV blog is finally getting some traffic.

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