Ghost of Portland
By NGO on Jun 29, 2010 in Travel | comments(0)
It’s either Eric Crespo who’s the coolest guy in music, or just the Portland scene in general that makes it seem that way. A few minutes into one of his sets, and it starts to become terrible fun watching the crowd come to separate realizations that this is the stuff that makes live music fun. The rhythms are edgy and relentless, and they push the heartbeat of the crowd into a kind of frenzy of detachment, if such a thing is possible. Perhaps Portland is a place where detached frenzy is still possible, and on most days, it’s even very likely.
Although it’s sometimes a sin to compare it to the city a few hours north, Seattle, some of the ambience is the same, and for anyone who’s never been in the NorthWest, both cities offer something terribly appealing. The idea of spending time in a rainy place where moody music gets people to feel despondent doesn’t sound immediately interesting, that is, until one sets foot here. The view from the ground in Portland is rather exhilarating, where the air is humid and fresh, and there’s an earthiness in the smells as well as an earthiness in the people.
There is also a wide berth for acts of great experimentation, too, and the free spiritedness is another one of its great charms. It is the down-to-earth graciousness, however, that makes the Portland boutique hotels so appealing, and a warm coffee on a rainy day here is something very close to paradise, matched only by warm sheets. After a large dose of deep relaxation, seeing the town brings more culture and more interesting things per city block than can be found in most states. And it is bands like Crespo’s Ghost to Falco that make it turn on its axis. His earlier project, Alarmist still has some local fans wondering what happened, but like anything else, it’s still here, just under another name.

