Free Range Open Mic, Bombs Away Café, 2527 NW Monroe Ave. 8:30 p.m. Free
F yeah, Corvallis. Let’s rip the lid off this open mic night at Bombs. I’m saying let’s get legitimately rowdy and break some stuff. I’m not agitating you toward violence for no reason, it should be remembered, I’m just trying to get people hyped up about some local musicians putting it down for free. Open mic nights are the tasting flights of the local scene, and I’m not ashamed to admit that I don’t spit any of it into the bucket. I drink it all in and experience the hoppy aroma of our local musicians. Free Range Open Mic Night: use it as an excuse to get wildly out of control and have a good time.
Wild Hog in the Woods, Calapooia Brewing Company, 140 NE Hill St., Albany. 7:30 p.m. Free
Speaking of hardworking locals putting it down for free, it’s been like 25 minutes since the last free Wild Hog show at the ‘Pooia. Guess who’s back? Don’t forget, this is music “totapatoeto” according to their website, so I think the message is clear: if you lost your toes to a gruesome frostbite incident from mountain climbing, you are explicitly not welcome at this event. Wild Hog has been known to wander off the stage mid-song and just start punching people who are not “tappingatoeto” their hot jamz. Just keeping it really real for you.
Are you in the mood for some Americana? If not, do yourself a favor and move, because that’s what we got. Polecat is the latest in a long string of fabulous country/folk/bluegrass bands to come out of the PNW to strum and pluck us into submission. They hail from Bellingham, WA and they sound terrific. Did they imagine, when they formed, that every time they told someone the name of their band the person reacted exactly the same: “Holy crap, your band is called LOL cat? Awesome,” followed by a three-minute explanation? Probably not, but life is all about surprises.
Anubhava, LaSells Stewart Center, 875 SW 26th St. 5:30 p.m. $10 general admission ($8 for seniors, students)
Thanks to the Oregon Cultural Trust, La Sells is sporting a sumptuous evening of Indian music and dance, with Bharatha Natyam dance (featuring Portland dancer Jayanthi Raman). I just feel like Indian music and dancing is appropriately evoked by the word sumptuous, but I also realize that word may come off as overly schmaltzy and somewhat stereotypical. It just felt like calling this “an austere evening of Indian dance…” or “a funky fresh night of Indian classical music…” was not going to work. And yes, those were the only three choices I came up with: austere, sumptuous, or funky fresh. So, you know… you’re welcome.
Grand Lake Islands, Bombs Away Café, 2527 NW Monroe Ave. 9 p.m. Free
Look, I’ve been in a band or two in my day. I know how hard it is to resist the urge to resist the labeling of your music. “What kind of band am I in? Oh, I don’t know, it’s sort of a softly whistling orifice on the rump of a great celestial body floating through a dead atmosphere… with influences from Bon Hiver…” It’s hard to just be like, “Yeah I play in a punk band.” Except when you play in a punk band. Then it’s really easy, and really awesome. But if you play in an alt-folk band, not so much. All of this longwindedness is to say I forgive Grand Lake Islands for their “About” section on their Bandcamp page. Because they’re actually a really good band. Go see them.
The Incompatibles, Calapooia Brewing Company, 140 NE Hill St., Albany. 8 p.m. Free
Acoustic rock with cello, motherf*ckers. That’s how we do. I don’t want to start any rumors about these mellow musicians who spin beautiful English, Irish, and Scottish music, but I heard they party really hard after the show. Like ski slopes of yay and centipedes of various species just flopping around a decadent menagerie of delights, both legal and illegal, for all the senses. Again, I don’t want to start any rumors, and I have no idea what any of this conjecture has to do with going to see them play for free at the ‘Pooia. I’m just telling you what I heard…
Aladdin, Majestic Theatre, 115 SW 2nd St. 2:30 p.m. $15 ($10 for members, seniors, students)
There’s something very right about a raucous and spirited version of this particular rags-to-riches story of fame and fortune. I’m not saying a musical panto version is the best way to do Aladdin, but I saw a straight dramatic version with Daniel Craig and Julianne Moore that was just awful. I saw absolutely no reason to give the character of Aladdin’s father Alzheimer’s disease. It was distracting and seemed like a cheap grab for tears. Anyway… this version at the Majestic should end in way less crying.
Blues Jam!, Calapooia Brewing Company, 140 NE Hill St., Albany. 4 to 6 p.m. Free
Speaking of midday entertainment that may leave you weeping, here’s the saddest afternoon of music in town. Blues Jam is as reliable a jam as there is out there. Not since Eddie Vedder & Co. named their band after semen has there been such a solid bunch of dudes rocking it out. And you’ll never have to explain what is meant by this “jam” to your curious and wide-eyed children, so double whammy, right?
If you enjoy sh*tting yourself in abject terror at the Majestic, have I got good news for you: There’s an earthquake coming. And not some little pittance Charlton Heston dealt with, we’re talking a serious plate rattler. Fortunately Chris Goldfinger is on the case, and no he does not expect you to talk. He expects you to die. Are you following any of this? I segued from a Heston reference to a Bond reference. Kablam. I do offer private lessons. But seriously, Science Pub is awesome, Dr. Goldfinger is a world-renowned authority, and he’ll be talking Cascadia subduction zone action. And it’s free.
You know what else is free and hits this town like an earthquake every week? Bryson Skaar’s uncontrollable jazziness. Don’t be the last rube in the county to not see this pianist in the ‘Gine. Okay, seriously now, is anyone keeping track here? I deserve an award… Pro tip for watching Bryson live: don’t walk up to him and start chatting with him while he’s in the middle of his set like he’s some EDM DJ who can look away from his instrument for minutes at a time. Bryson needs to concentrate.
Community Movie Night with Ygal Kaufman, Darkside Cinema, 215 SW 4th St. 8 p.m. Free
CMNYK is on at 8 this week. Not 7. I repeat, CMNYK is on at 8 o’clock, not 7 p.m. Why the time change this week? Because CMNYK is joining forces with OSU for the International Film Festival. I’ve got a Japanese classic from 1974 for you to enjoy, in addition to newsreels, cartoons, and other weirdness. And when I say I’ve got a Japanese classic, what I really mean is I’ve got the Japanese classic; it’s The Street Fighter, starring the one and only Sonny Chiba. If you like your martial arts violent and dripping with 70s style, you’re not going to want to miss this one.
Now if you are the type to really internationalize your International Film Festivals, you might consider an appetizer of Irish music at the ‘Gine before you cross over to the Darkside for some martial arts mayhem. The timing is just right to allow for both this week, though if you stop here first you likely won’t end up leaving. These Celtic musicians are more satisfying to relax with than any of the other Celtic musicians I’ve tried to relax with in the past, not including a short-lived relationship with Sinead O’Connor in the early ‘90s.
Chuck Holst & Gary Rowles, Bombs Away Café, 2527 NW Monroe Ave. 9 p.m. Free
I heard a crazy story about Gary Rowles the other day. Apparently Gary Rowles is actually from the future, and was sent back in time by a shady authoritarian government that we’re going to be ground under the boot of in some distant reality. His mission: to rock. His success rate: like 69%. Okay, I made most of that up, but he was the lead guitarist for Love. And I straight up hate you all for not caring enough about that. There was a time when a college campus would be littered with hipster doofuses who were in love with Love. I miss the early 2000s…
Tim Wise, LaSells Stewart Center, 875 SW 26th St. 7 p.m. Free
Could Tim Wise’s talk at OSU be any more well-timed? This isn’t the Tim Wise who is well known for writing about issues of race, including the book White Like Me and Colorblind. This is the Tim Wise who’s terrific at playing the digeridoo. And as you all know, October is International Digeridoo Month. So this should be an awesome and well-timed event—wait, what’s that you say? Not digeridoo month? And it is the Tim Wise who writes about race issues? Well… how embarrassing for me. If only there was some sort of editing function on this word processing unit… The event is still timely though.
It feels like it hasn’t even been a month since the last time looping shred-maestro Curtis Monette graced the Bombs stage with his presence. And that might even be because it hasn’t been a month. Still Curtis Monette is Corvallis. The same way Michael Stanley is Cleveland, Bruce Springsteen is New Jersey, and promiscuous millennials are Denver. Am I right? About Denver at least? You can catch the clap just landing in the airport…
Aladdin, Majestic Theatre, 115 SW 2nd St. 7:30 p.m. $15 ($10 for members, seniors, students)
“So you’re telling me I get three wishes?” asked the shivering and likely illiterate street urchin. “Yes,” said the giant, terrifying half-smoke monster that just came out of the brass lamp. It is at this point in the story that I check out of the story entirely. There is so much wrong with the idea that wishing your way to wealth and fortune will inherently backfire. I’ve wagered my entire existence on it, so I hope that’s true. Find out at this fantastic “panto” Aladdin that’s so good I’m pumping it twice this week. It has nothing to do extraneous circumstances… I mean, look, Van Halen is playing Gill Coliseum on the same night.