Part of the goal of empty nesting is going outside the usual comfort zone. Do things and go places I would not normally do. It is that or sit in the chair at home and watch reno shows. and I hate the word rendo, short for renovation. Almost as awful a word a signage. But I am still not going to Opera.
Kerry found a review on Zoë Keating, a cellist, who was coming to town and did I want to go? I had never heard of Ms Keating and cello is not my instrument of choice, but it sounded interesting. So sure. There is always room for cello.
Ms. Keating is kinda sorta like Emily Wells in how she builds complex music by playing and recording short loops of music into complex aural soundscapes. Where Ms. Wells uses violin and a variety of other instruments, Ms Keating uses just the cello.
It was tremendous.
It is amazing all the sounds a cello can make: percussion, plucking, stroking, bouncing the bow of the strings and more. And with a brilliant musician they can be combined to into wonderful musical pieces. Not songs (I think of songs as something I can whistle) or classical music, but gorgeous and moving aural constructions, more like the music in a movie or tv show, which she evidently writes.
The most puzzling sound, however, is how a ‘ce’ results in a ‘che’ sound. By the spelling shouldn’t it be sello or kello? If we are going to use the Italian pronunciation, shouldn’t we use an Italian accent, as some do with Spanish words? I am so confused.
Ms. Keating is quite engaging on stage as well, chatting with the audience between songs. Wonderful music by a very talented musician and writer. As always you can check it out on the YouTubes for a perfect example of her music.
Good call Kerry.
Best. Bar. Yet.
Really. Bible Club is in Sellwood, in an old house around the corner from the main intersection.
They are trying, successfully, to recreate a Speakeasy from Prohibition. During prohibition, bars had names that obscured their activity. So Bible Club it is. First time I ever attended one and I will go back.
So there is no sign on the door but a green light in the upstairs window letting you know it is open.
There is a gentleman outside controlling seating who, unfortunately, did not understand the reference when I asked if the password was ‘swordfish‘. Kids today, they just do not watch the classics.
The inside was more French than US to my eye, but all with an ambience of the early 20th century. Not the faux stuff, but real antiques from the era. This isn’t the Appleby version of a neighborhood bar but an outfitted with the real antiques from the past.
Excellent, friendly service but it was the drinks that were most excellent. Some grump about the service in PDX, but I have yet to have any issues. All good for me.
I started with a Pennicillin (I should have asked why the double ‘n’). As an infectious disease doc I could not pass up a shot of Pennicillin, a deliciously smoky cocktail. I followed it with a Roulette, where I asked the bartender to make me his signature drink. Whisky and cognac based, it too was delicious. By Portland standards the drinks are pricy: $12-15, but definitely worth it.
And it is the little things that make the bar fun, like instead of a napkin the drink was served on a doily. And each drink had a unique, antique glass. The food was served in a cast iron pan . All served amid the ambience of the roaring 20’s.
The food was French bistro style and almost as good as the drinks. I had a sausage with lentils. The problem with bar food is often no dessert menu, but a third drink and I would have to get a room rather than let Kerry drive.
Just up the street from Post5, it will be the place to visit after a play.