Archive for June, 2009

Repatriating art: SAM gives something sacred back

Tuesday, June 30th, 2009

Nothing Sacred, the title of a 1937 Carole Lombard  screwball comedy proclaimed, and Ben Hecht’s hilarious, hardboiled movie script pretty much summed up the American attitude on the subject: There is, indeed, nothing sacred — nothing not fit for examining, dissecting, debunking, putting on display for the amusement or edification of the curious public.
Why not [...]

Keith V. Goodman, Portland dancer, dies at 54

Saturday, June 27th, 2009

Update: Walter Jaffe at White Bird Dance has passed along this note from Keith Goodman’s friend Carla Mann: “Dear friends, I wanted to let you know that a gathering to celebrate Keith Goodman will be held this coming Thursday, July 2 from 4-6pm at the Gerding Theater, 128 NW 11th. Please join family and friends [...]

Michael Jackson: a trip to the moon on gossamer wings

Saturday, June 27th, 2009

Michael Jackson was a great dancer. And a very American one, heavily influenced by John Travolta and touted as such by Fred Astaire, an even greater American dancer.
It was this part of his talent that made me mourn this sad man’s passing: The strength of my response to the news of his death surprised me, [...]

In Ashland, it’s ‘Equivocation,’ unequivocally

Friday, June 26th, 2009

Mr. Scatter has been going to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland since roughly the last Ice Age, when he was still fooling around in the cave with that nice new five-hole bone flute he’d got for his coming-of-age ceremony.
Mrs. Scatter hasn’t been taking the trek that long, but she’s a devotee (of the festival, [...]

A Very American Breakfast with Sojourn

Thursday, June 25th, 2009

Here’s the thing. Arts people have been around a very long time, and no matter how hard you kick ‘em around, they keep popping back up.
In Portland recently, people ponied up $120,000 in a single week to save the annual summer Washington Park music festival. They tossed in more than $850,000 to keep Oregon Ballet [...]

Columbia River School: The art landscape in the Gorge

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

“In my opinion a museum cannot and should not be showing only art by dead people.”
Lee Musgrave was sitting in his little ground-floor office at the Maryhill Museum of Art, away from the sweeping view just outside of the Columbia River Gorge and the eastern face of Mt. Hood. He’d just told me that after [...]

Elegant, physical, forward dance: The pleasure was ours

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

Our partner-in-scattering Martha Ullman West, taking a break from the balletic battles, scurried over to Performance Works Northwest over the weekend for a shot of contemporary-dance fresh air. Here’s her report:
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“I am wired for skepticism.  I cannot leave the questions alone.  They unravel everything.  My skepticism is like an old screen door. There is a [...]

In memoriam: Philemon Reid, 1945-2009

Friday, June 19th, 2009

Long before DIY became a Portland catch-phrase, Philemon Timothy Reid was quietly doing it himself. A self-taught artist, Reid spent a lifetime doing the things you need to do. Born in Eatonton, Georgia, he spent nine years in the service, went to night college, and worked many years for the Bonneville Power Administration. He settled [...]

Good news: OBT beats the bank — for now

Thursday, June 18th, 2009

While Art Scatter was spending Thursday in the Columbia Gorge visiting the Maryhill Museum (more on that trip as soon as I get it written) our partner in crime Barry Johnson was busy reporting on Portland Arts Watch that Oregon Ballet Theatre has smashed through the ceiling of its emergency fund drive, raising $853,271 by [...]

Wednesday hot links: Get yer fresh dogs on Rye!

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

All right, so Mr. Scatter’s been doing this no-meat thing long enough now that veggie franks have actually started to taste good.
At least, if they’re slathered with enough mustard/relish/barbecue sauce/onions/sauerkraut/melted cheese.
And, no, no-meat doesn’t mean no fish or shellfish, or even the very occasional chicken thigh, or (once in a couple of blue moons) a [...]

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