On Rollercoasters, The Barbaras remind us it's okay-and often more fun-to not have your shit together. Instead, they endorse a lifestyle of falling in and out of love, and falling in and out of lust, while staying in love with yourself, and who you are perpetually becoming. And flashing your boobs! Refreshingly young and femme, The Barbaras' deceptively complex take on twang country-a genre notoriously rife with misogyny, racism, and
By the time tropical dream pop group Caicedo hit the stage at 6:30 pm, nearly every complimentary squiggly straw had found its way into the hands of eager festivalgoers swaying to the band's irresistible Latin grooves and hazy, late summer hooks. In beautifully all-ages PDX Pop Now! fashion, the crowd consisted of scene kids with purple hair nodding their heads, as well as children with giant earmuffs jumping up and down alongside their bigs.
At the time of this column's filing, I am 12 weeks postpartum, potty training a three year old, and exclusively breastfeeding a three month old. As someone who's already overwhelmed with the happenings of my inner world-while also being aware of the atrocities, injustices, genocides, wars, fascism, and disenfranchisement happening globally-I don't have much of an appetite for music "news" these days. Just give me the good stuff, slam it straight into my veins.