This corner is an ugly one. On the more rainy days, the place is made up of nothing but odd light and cold splashes from impatient tires. Leary and 26th feels colder than other intersections around the city. The sidewalk-side of Leary Ave in Seattle is colder than any other single place. My favorite...

Mount Si A cold blue hangs on the deck and drips off the flowers falling from the verandas. The sun is far from rising above the Cascades and the raccoons are far, miles miles miles, from the mess they made with the trash by the steep street earlier that night. The mug in his hand holds...

Harvey is an old man and got beat up a few months ago. Harvey is an old man and he probably deserved it. Harvey speaks from the gut, or some place in his self that doesn’t hang with his brain. Harvey doesn’t think about what he says before he says it. To most people in the Market, he is the...

Yes yes There is that And there is that Too I hear my bus So please just be good Today my friend.

[Music Editor's note:  Sometimes it's interesting what albums resonate among our writers.  Of course, any album with a heavy Portland connection is likely to be featured in the virtual pages of Burnside, but the new album from Menomena's Brent Knopf (as Ramona Falls) managed to be the subject of two...

Somewhere buried in Chuck Klosteman’s Sex, Drugs and Coco Puffs, there is a mini-essay about the sad fact that all of us will only be known for a few, mostly insignificant, insufficient facts that tell the world almost nothing of our true selves. I guess this is true. True, also, I suppose, for...

“This has been a tumultuous six months for me. That is where the next EP is going to come out of – this tough stretch of time in my life.” I can’t tell at all; I almost don’t believe him. The man sitting across from me at this Ballard pub seems as happy as a dog sticking...

Top 10 lists are awesome, but they’re also cliche, so we thought we’d take a different angle this year, come up with a random array, and mash it all together. Hope you enjoy: — The Top Five Albums By Portland Artists In 2008 by Jordan Green Last year, Portland’s music scene...

My buddy Kyle and I were the first people to enter the too-small bar on the top of Capitol Hill, escaping the dry, cold Seattle night. A large man with tattoos checked our IDs and we stood by the bar along with other folks who wore long-sleeve shirts and were looking for a new kind of country music. Like...

“You must be Michael.” He notices me standing just beyond the crowd of people asking for autographs and just for the chance to shake his hand and say good show. David Bazan grabs the one guitar that he came with and checks his pockets for his keys in his corduroy jacket as we walk from...