In the spirit of the O's ex-movie critic, Ted Mahar, who used to say, "And now for something completely different," here's Barry Johnson on the multiple virtues of Portland's own Pink Martini:
"I've always admired this band -- for its rhythm, classical music virtuosity, party spirit and deep
knowledge of seldom-walked paths of pop music history. But for me, they
were one more pleasant diversion in an Age of Excess, with its
billionaires, luxury goods, gigantic corporate expense accounts, casual
greed, corruption and conspicuous consumption. ...
"But in the wash of sound and beat Tuesday, I realized that Pink Martini meant something new to me now. It offered a ticket for a couple of hours to an imaginary place where everyone looked great, knew how to dance, understood several languages and worked together harmoniously."
"But in the wash of sound and beat Tuesday, I realized that Pink Martini meant something new to me now. It offered a ticket for a couple of hours to an imaginary place where everyone looked great, knew how to dance, understood several languages and worked together harmoniously."
That's right, Barry.
It doesn't hurt that Thomas Lauderdale and China Forbes write some really good songs, too. Like this one:
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