Surfer Blood // photo by: T.J. Bingamon
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Surfer Blood at Teragram Ballroom 01.08.16

"Weird Shapes" - Surfer Blood

“Weird Shapes” – Surfer Blood // photo by: T.J. Bingamon

If you know anything about Los Angeles on a Friday night within the radius of a music venue, you know it’s a shit show.

Luckily, I came across four strangers who were more than happy to move their car forward to allow myself some space to park. Of course, this came at the price of me offering them a couple of hits from my piece — no good deed shall go unpunished. Continue reading

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Your new cure to seasonal depression: Quilt


Throw away your meds. Toss your body pillow stuffed full of chamomile and lavender. Stay inside and listen to Quilt. *

Boston-based quartet Quilt, whom I’ve had my eye on since I felt a full-body high from their performance atop a floating stage on a river during Levitation 2K14, are Anna Fox Rochinski, Shane Butler, Keven Lareau, & John Andrews. Continue reading


Adding passion to your breakfast foods

Recommended listening: Stereolab- Dots & Loops

I’m always on the prowl for interesting breakfast foods. As a busy creative, it’s hard for me to get excited about something that’s entirely avoidable.

Recently, I embarked on a donut journey and decided to get the seemingly least appetizing one on the menu at Blue Star– the passion fruit cacao cake. It was mind-blowing-ly good.

There’s something about the color of passion fruit that draws you in. It’s slightly tart and hits you with an intense, bright flavor. It’s perfect for a new take on the classic breakfast cake.

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listen to: YACHT

Meet YACHT, your new favorite band.


The pioneers of talk dance.

talk dance|tah-ck dan-s| noun 

1 Electronic music with an emphasis on valuable lecture using the YACHT method.

[ see & hear YACHT discography ]

A new and innovative way to learn, feel happy, and connect with yourself.

YACHT, from Portland but now residing in Los Angeles, can be described as anything but your average band. They’re uplifting, inspiring, and downright sexy. They’re not just talented musicians. They’re performers. Anyone lucky enough to witness their stage antics and dance with them can attest to these statements.

Their lyrics are witty, enlightening, goofy, and relatable.

Try them out for yourself now.

Joyce Manor // "Leather Jacket"

Joyce Manor at Wonder Ballroom 10.26.15

Joyce Manor //

Joyce Manor // “Leather Jacket”

You should expect a lot of things when you come to a Joyce Manor show: crowd surfing, moshing, and sing-alongs. This was a Monday night, and I had never seen a bigger crowd show up for a weeknight in my life. This band means a lot to these kids. This band means a lot to me.


I crammed into my truck at 7 p.m.

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Jacob of The Drums. Photo courtesy of Georgia Magazine, taken by Neil Mota.
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A Twinterview with Jacob Graham of The Drums

Jacob of The Drums. Photo courtesy of Georgia Magazine, taken by Neil Mota.

Jacob of The Drums. Photo courtesy of Georgia Magazine, taken by Neil Mota.

A little over a year ago, my twin sister, Colette, and I sat down with Jacob Graham of The Drums, a band that had been a favorite for the most formative years of our youth. As we were gathered into a small room backstage, we could hear the band prepping their instruments and vocals for the show that night at Star Theater in Portland, Oregon. We quickly introduced ourselves and whipped out a bottle of cheap brut champagne. Jacob lamented over how he wasn’t able to fully explore each city the tour landed in, and we agreed with those grievances.

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“This is what I like to call ‘Audience Calibration.'”

If there were to be a underlying notion for Deerhunter and Atlas Sound‘s performance last week at Portland’s Wonder Ballroom, it would ultimately lie in the desire for transparency and trust. With the release of Fading Frontier, an album that could lead them aiming for the surreal transition of cult icons to overwhelming consumptionBradford Cox and company have navigated themselves into the rarified territory of mass adoration. They’ve become the indie band capable of filling stadium seats. But this band doesn’t have the desire to be an elusive polished juggernaut, a fact apparent as soon as the venue’s doors opened that Monday night.

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Deerhunter at Wonder Ballroom 10.20.15


Easily one of the best modern performers. He brought electronic music to a new level, all the while prancing and jumping on and off the stage. He engaged the growing audience awaiting YACHT perhaps more so than the headliner. All in all, would see again.

Lose yr fucking mind to his latest release, found here.

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Photoset: Larry Gus at Wonder Ballroom 10.24.15


Enter the dark auditorium, laden with eager ears sipping on drinks, chattering about the impending performance and laughing below the archaic high school ceiling. As the lights dim, it feels as though you have been taken back to a school assembly where the guest of honor begins to speak, in this case being the folk-singer Angel Olsen. Her soft glowing voice is easily recognizable amongst the myriad of female artists in the genre of indie-folk music. What sets Olsen apart is her delicate yet assertive croon, which cuts through the mists of time, echoing from the same vein of folk artist Joan Baez drew from generously years previous. Olsen’s newest album released last year “Burn Your Fire For No Witness” was played a majority of the time during Olson’s performance at Revolution Hall.

The only real way to experience Olsen is to see her in the flesh; to witness her set live is to behold the full expression of her talent. Olsen’s personality shines through her music more eloquently, and hungry audiophiles gathered around her feet more often than not  to reciprocate the infectious smile she broadcasted to the crowd. How could one not smile?

Olsen has effectively evaded the “sophomore slump” with this highly lauded album, and her live performance is even more respectable. It is no wonder this show sold out. I have high hopes for the future of Olsen’s musical career, and I am eager to see the rustic folk sound she has cultivated blossom ever further into her own.


Angel Olsen at Revolution Hall 10.6.15

vegan breakfast tacos
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impossibilities becoming reality

All through my veganism, I have debated over the topic of substituting eggs for tofu. Tofu scrambles and omelettes were bullshit to me. They didn’t have the fluffy texture and taste like real eggs. I didn’t know what to use or what could possibly replace eggs- until now. Like all my findings, this was an accident. Continue reading

vegan & gluten free philly cheesesteak
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Indulging despite a seemingly strict diet…

Sometimes, the leftovers in your pantry and fridge can create the best foods.

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For instance, Bitter Sweet blog’s Philly Cheesesteak. In my version, I used a gluten free baguette and sorghum flour instead of regular flour. Luckily, Portland has a dedicated gluten free bakery called New Cascadia that also happens to have some vegan breads, as well. The baguette falls into this category and has become a staple in my grocery list.

Philly Cheesesteak

1 1/2 Cups (About 2.8 – 3 Ounces) Soy Curls
1 1/2 Cups Pacific Mushroom Broth
4 tsps Olive Oil
1 Medium Yellow Onion, Thinly Sliced
1 Red Bell Pepper, Thinly Sliced
1/2 tps Dried Thyme
1/2 tsps Garlic Powder
1/4 tsp Freshly Ground Pepper
1 tbsp Sorghum Flour
1 Tablespoon Soy Sauce
1 Tablespoon Annie’s Vegan Worchestershire Sauce
1 New Cascadia Traditional Rustic Baguette or any gluten free baguette, cut in half and toasted
Veganaise to spread on the baguette
5 Slices Provolone-Style Daiya Cheese

Heat up the mushroom broth and pour them over dry soy curls. In the meantime, grill the cut up onion and pepper in a pan.

Once they have grill marks, add the re-constituted soy curls, along with the broth in it. Cover and cook on low heat.

Toast the bread while the soy curls, onions, and peppers cook. Once the “meaty” mixture is ready, take out the bread (careful not to burn it or over toast it), compile the sandwich.


I am Joe’s absolute reverence for MONO, the post-rock gods.


I used to be such a nice person. 

The first rule about post-rock is you don’t talk about post-rock.

The second rule about post-rock is you DO NOT talk about post-rock.

You don’t say anything because post-rock exists only in the hours between when MONO starts and when MONO ends.

The third rule about post-rock is you do not move or speak.

The fourth rule is you do not stand in front of anyone on purpose- EVEN IF they exceed your height.

Maybe self destruction is the answer. 

The fifth rule is one band at a time. There are no festivals. There is no multitude of sound. There can only be MONOphony- and it better be MONO.

The sixth rule is you need to wear shirts and shoes.

And the seventh rule is if this is your first post-rock show, you have to get the fuck out.

Post-rock gets to be your reason for living and keeping your sanity and depression simultaneously.

Post-rock is not football on television.

You aren’t alive anywhere like you’re alive at a post-rock show. 

I did this to myself.



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Photoset: Fat White Family at LEVITATION 5.10.15

vegan "crab" wontons

Veganizing Mama’s best recipes

“Our parents, they want the best of stuff for us. But right now they gotta do what’s right for them, ’cause it’s their time. Their time, up there. Down here it’s our time. It’s our time DOWN HERE.” – Mikey; The Goonies

wonton (3 of 1)

I’ve struggled for years trying to veganize recipes my mother has so effortlessly conquered as an ominvore. It’s probably the hardest battle. Fried foods, no care for the amount of flour or sugar, using brands that we have all known to be filled with not only animal products but tons of trans fat and saturated fats. Life is hard. So many times I have given up and written it off as something that is better left as a food non-vegans will devour. Not anymore.

Alas, after years of experimenting with my mother’s most famous treat, crab wontons, I have found an alternative.

wonton (6 of 1)

Sauer Wontons

(yields 24; 1 hr of prep/cooking time)

6 egg roll wrappers, cut in fourths

1/2 package of vegan sour cream

1/2 package of vegan cream cheese

2 stalks of green onions, diced

7 cloves of garlic, chopped finely

1/2 package of tofu, pressed and diced (if you want soy free, just omit the tofu, dijon mustard, and soy sauce)

1/4 cup of sauerkraut, drained

3 carrots, shredded

1/4 cup of dijon mustard

1/8 cup of soy sauce

Mix the dijon mustard and soy sauce together. Marinate the tofu and bake at 400 degrees until crisp. In the meantime, mix together the other incredients. Heat a pot of oil (with enough oil to cover the wontons). Once the tofu is cooled, mash into the mixture. Lay the skins out and put a teaspoon of the mixture in the middle. wonton (1 of 1)

wonton (2 of 1)Dab the edges of the wonton skin with warm water, and close up at the corners. Press the edges so that the mixture will not seep out. Prep all 24 wontons before frying. Fry each for about 5 minutes, so that they are slightly golden. wonton (5 of 1)

I almost win, Mom.

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eliminating wastefulness

I waste a lot of food, and I feel like shit about it.

After purchasing a juicer and throwing out the pulp a few times, I thought, “….what in the actual fuck am I doing? I could use this.” So I saved some carrot pulp for a few days, but then I’d look into my fridge and see it staring back at me as if it were exclaiming, “hey dummy, use me UP.”

I looked through countless recipes for raw carrot crackers, raw carrot cake, energy balls, face peels. Nothing called out to me. It was then that I realized I had a bunch of other cool shit  and I’ve been needing to use them up for a long time.

Luckily for me, the most healthy things are the things that are left stranded in the cupboard. Unfortunately for me, I’m too much of a stubborn lady to realize they are the best things to consume.

In the end, I made my own carrot cake balls.

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Raw Carrot Cake Balls

Yields about 24

1/2 cup of raw carrot pulp, or grated carrots 

1/4 cup of flaxmeal

1/3 cup of almond meal

1/4 cup of goji berries (soaked for an hour)

4 pitted dates (soaked for an hour)

1/2 cup of raw cashews (soaked for an hour) 

1/4 cup of raw hemp seeds

1/3 cup of liquid coconut oil

2 tablespoons of vanilla extract

1 tablespoon of cinnamon

3 teaspoons of ginger

sweeten with your choice of non-refined sugar to taste (you may not need to sweeten them at all)

After you throw all this in the food processor (or hand stirred like I did because mine broke…), form them into small balls and roll them into a mixture of 1 cup of almond meal with a little cinnamon and nutmeg. 

Freeze for a few hours.

Now you have a delicious antioxidant dense, life-giving, skin clearing, heart healthy, protein monster ball snack/breakfast/dessert/potluck offering. You can thank me later.

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Last month, I was lucky enough to witness one of the most forth-coming big acts in the female indie scene, Waxahatchee, through Red Bull Sound Select at the Doug Fir in Portland, Oregon.

Between her sweetheart vocals, dedicated and talented band, and alluring musical melodies, I found myself in a dreamland of forests, lakes, a moonlit sky, and howls in the night.

This is my illustrative interpretation.

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Waxahatchee: Illustrated




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Morgan Delt to play Sabertooth Microfest Day 3


Kurt Vile, ya’ll.

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Kurt Vile to play Sabertooth Microfest Day 2

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confessions from a transplant

Living in a city predominantly populated by non-natives, it’s not hard for me to have trouble fitting in. Everyone comes here, Portland, Oregon, to make a new life for themselves. Most of the stories are the same. Young, broke, and open minded. 

Not being much different from the description above, I’ve also felt a lot of those like minds have lost themselves in the process of moving.

I certainly have. 

What I learned after two years of inhabiting a city that is not my hometown is to not lose yourself. Go back to your roots. Explore hobbies that made you happy in the past. Listen to old playlists. Have conversations with friends from grade school. Revisit college textbooks. 

I can’t stress how important it is to not let a new location change you. In my experience, anything more than adaptation lead to depression. 

Be you. Be true.