10. Let’s jump right in with the coup de grace of all dares. The Triple Dog Dare. When Flick is triple-dog-dared to put his tongue on the school yard flagpole, it sticks. 1983 special effect: It’s a prop pole with a small opening. A suction
Forget about atomic bombs and crystal meth and crimper irons. It’s time to get serious about uninventing the things that have breathed toxic mold into the land of pop cultura for months, if not decades. 10. Hotel hangers attached to the rack. Who in the
Twenty-three nights ago, I arrived in Portland to moonlight as an anthropologist. My mission? To find out if Portlandia exists. I spied chin beards on boys, glasses on hot girls, and anorexic jeans on both sexes. Might as well have been in Williamsburg, or any
10. You can no longer distinguish between small dogs and rats, and have taken to kicking both on the subway platform. 9. You open fire at Coney Island’s Shoot the Freak game, wounding several tiny children. 8. For no apparent reason, you notice a resurgence
Horse Feathers. Another folk-tinged indie group solidifies Portland’s music chops. And it does so with the ease of a ballerina. This multi-instrumental band is heavy on strings, pulling off a sound that’s both old timey and hip, gloomy and moving. Wow, I just realized what
Neko Case will never use auto tune. Ever. She’ll tell you so herself. Her voice is too powerful a beast—deep and brutal and pining to tempt. The Alexandria-born, Tacoma-raised musician resents being pigeonholed. I’ve seen her style described as alt country (gross), indie rock and