Alberta Street Pub

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Re-established in 2013, the Alberta Street Pub is a complete remodel of the old neighborhood Public House. The kitchen serves up an inspired and locally sourced menu to compliment our craft cocktails and the 21 rotating draft beers. The Pub continues its tradition of friendly service with skilled bartenders, table service, a live music venue, and enormous heated patio. The venue side has been updated as well with a focus on acoustics and comfort. We offer one of the best listening environments in Portland with an intimate setting and a high quality sound system. Whether it’s bluegrass, jazz, folk, country, soul, or funk you’ll find something to love nearly every night of the week. Ask about our service industry discounts or discover our happy hour food and drink specials Monday through Friday from 4 to 6pm.

Love Gigantic • Wild Bells • Pacific Mean Time • $8

A word to the wise: think twice before you put away those “childish things” (or even abandon them to Craigslist). There’s no statute of limitations on one’s right to rock despite what those blemishless TV faces would like us to believe. With age comes not only wisdom, but chops and perhaps a sense of humility that wasn’t present during the young and restless years of first-launch inspiration.

You don’t need to put 'em under a microscope to discover that the Wild Bells is a … ahem … “mature band.” The shameful lack of bedazzled jumpsuits and glossy hair product attests to a universal cavalier disregard of focus-group generated flair. Instead, all of that carefully measured consideration goes into Pete Ficht’s songs, that are then airdropped directly to you, the lucky listener.

You know Pete, how could you not? He’s that lanky guy from New Orleans, who moved here (Portland, duh!) in the mid-90s after a stellar stint down south with his group the House Levelers, a freewheeling folk-punk outfit that recorded an extremely promising record (Collectible? Sure, why not?) with Memphis legend Jim Dickinson (Hello? Big Star? Replacements, Screamin’ Jay Hawkins? Any of these ring a wild bell?)

Pete’s played guitar and bass in a ton of Portland groups over the eons, a characteristic he shares with his bandmates. Noisecandy, Joy Pop Turbo, State Flowers, and Lisa & Her Kin are some of the names on his crowded resume. Worthy bands all, Pete dabbled in everything from confectionary pop to desolate, bittersweet Americana to bang-and-twang trailer-park hootenanny. The man is a well-seasoned pro, one that usually takes a backseat to his costars. Not this time.

Pete sings and plays guitar with the Wild Bells, and most importantly, he’s writing the kind of infectious tunes that we would normally expect from people named Matthew Sweet or the dB’s. A little shimmery jingle-jangle, a yearning voice, and maybe a stray tumbleweed or two, all fixed to choruses so catchy they’re practically terminal. Now let’s meet the band!

Bassist Sean Tichenor and keyboardist Sean Farrell (the Seans!) were both members of King Black Acid, another ensemble that contained Pete Ficht for a time. Certainly one of Portland’s most distinctive and influential groups, KBA, under the direction of (rumored) time lord Daniel Riddle, had a lengthy and fruitful career bridging the chasm between the tremblingly sublime and utter chaos. It was from this boiling cauldron of mad genius that many versatile and formidable Portland players emerged.

Drummer Scott Pettit is an in-demand studio timekeeper as well as a hit man for hire with combos like Small Souls and State and Standard. Lead guitarist Craig Stahr has wowed the locals with his fleet fretwork in the Quags and Mission 5, while new singer Ellen Louise served memorable stints with Shee Bee Gees and faux French popsters Les Etrangers.

The Wild Bells manifest a whole that’s definitely greater than the sum of its disparate parts. All of the lessons these folks learned over the years in bands of every shape and description are now ripe and ready for a listen. And listen you will—the band's full-length debut is currently being recorded with veteran producer Tony Lash (Heatmiser, Sunset Valley) as well as KBA mastermind Daniel Riddle. Expect to see it fall from the sky some time in October.

Post-script: This note is obviously designed to whet your appetite with a bit of tasty rock 'n' roll hyperbole, but there is already keen interest in the Wild Bells. The album was financed with a successful $5,000 Kickstarter campaign that came from music-lovers just like you and me. Peace. 

- John Chandler, August 2013

UPDATE 12/31/14: New guitarist Jeff Porter has replaced Mark Pickett (who replaced founding member Craig Stahr at the beginning of 2014).And Rachel Coddington has replaced Ellen Louise as our harmony singer (and occasional lead vocalist).

 

Love Gigantic is a six piece, Portland based, "original classic rock band". Featuring an impressive roster of local heavy hitters ~ Sarah King, Chet Lyster, Lara Michell, David Langenes, & Anders Bergstrom. With soulful harmonies and ripping double guitar solos, this is a band that all lovers of true rock and roll will love; gigantically. 

Let go.” Two words that mean very different things depending upon who’s speaking. When spoken by your employer, it can mean panic. Crisis. When Edwin Paroissien found himself unexpectedly unemployed in early winter 2012, instead of doubling down on the job search, he heard the words as a challenge—a dare. A dare to let go of all distractions and make the record he and his band always wanted to make. The result of their efforts is a wholly sublime thrill ride of an album. Pacific Mean Time’s eponymous debut is a gorgeously detailed, personal testament to the full length recording, but it took a while to get there…

For the past few years as lead guitarist for Portland Oregon’s Little Beirut, Paroissien and bandmates Hamilton Sims (Vocals, Guitar) and John Hulcher (Bass) enjoyed modest success bashing out deceptively shiny power pop in venues across the Northwest. 2008′sHigh Dive (“…one of my favorites of 2008. Stunning guitar hooks fill the album as do catchy choruses that are memorable from the very first listen” – The Big Takeover) and 2010’s Fear of Heaven garnered good press and college radio play (#122 and #114 on theCMJ charts). But 15 demos into what was supposed to be their fourth release, no one in Little Beirut felt they were saying anything different. “Being out of work has a way of raising nagging existential questions,” Paroissien says, “I came close to calling it quits, only to be dissuaded by my wife who knew better than I at that point the extent to which I need the creative outlet.”

Instead, Paroissien spent the next two rain-drenched months in his basement, toiling over drum machines, synthesizers, and guitars; taking every musical tangent for a ride. Soon there were over 30 songs on the table and all kinds of new sounds percolating. Demos had elements reminiscent of a Japanese video game, a Peruvian guitar blended with a disco beat, and a sneaky James Bond-esque vibe.

Enter producer Matthew Morgan. During preproduction, Sims received an auspiciously timed “what’s up?” email from Morgan and after talking over drinks, a plan was hatched: Take the indelible influences from teenage years of wearing out REM, Smiths, andReplacements cassettes, and make a record that sounded like something the late Mark Linkous of Sparklehorse would make – dreamy and ethereal, with haunting melodies swirling from ear to ear. The summer months were spent in Morgan’s studio, trading ideas for melodies and lyrics, and chopping things into pieces. A new collaboration was born. Matt’s experience as a drummer and producer interjected tension and complexity with new counter rhythms and melodies. “From our first meeting with Matt, we knew we were tapping into a more sophisticated songwriting process.” Sims explains. “He made a big point about no idea being precious, and that often times musicians’ egos that get in the way of making better music. Sometimes the riff, lyric or whatever you initially think is THE THING actually better serves as a stepping stone to the unknown.”

As preproduction segued into studio time at Jackpot! Recording and Klickitat Band Camp, this philosophy led to constantly evolving compositions with all hands on deck. “At times I would lay down 5 or 6 bass tracks just improvising,” Hulcher says, “and we’d ultimately end up not using any of the takes, but we’d lift one of the parts to finalize a vocal melody.” Keyboardist Nathan Jr (M. Ward, Dandy Warhols), never having heard the songs before, spent a few hours in the studio one day and left the band countless tracks to be sorted through, looped and flown into various sections over the next several months. Mellotrons, Farfisas, cigarette pack amplifiers, trash cans filled with screws—anything and everything was experimented with, and it wasn’t long before the band realized their previous skin was shed.

Pacific Mean Time’s debut album will reignite the public’s seemingly waning love affair with full-length albums. “Before we even had a band name,” Sims says, “we were making choices about which songs would go on side A of the vinyl and which on B, whether they would add up to the right program times, was there cohesion from start to finish.” From the tentatively unassuming intro of the vulnerable “Blindfolds” through the expressly-written-to-be-a “Last Song on the Record,” this is an album intended to be a journey that evolves for the listener each time it’s played. Yet at the same time it’s brimming with potential hit singles, sexy swagger, and an unprecedented mixing collaboration between Morgan and David Friedlander (Prince, Pink Martini, Storm Large) that will deliver the sort of sonic ear candy program directors drool over. “I’ll never regret the effort and everything we put into this,” Paroissien says, “We all stretched ourselves creatively, and the result more than compensates for the sacrifices made along the way.” Pacific Mean Time is the sound of letting go.