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We’re in the midst of our fall fundraiser and we’re calling on you, our dedicated listeners and community members, to help us reach our goal. Every donation you make keeps us on the air: one-time donations, reoccurring donations (“Friend of Freeform”), purchasing a special gift…everything helps. As always, we appreciate your love and support. It’s what keeps us going!

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Your donation during our fall fundraiser supports freeform music and arts programming, unique learning opportunities, and a growing community of passionate DJs in Portland, Oregon.

Here’s what our DJs are saying:

I love that Freeform lets people with no experience come in and learn more about radio. Everyone’s so willing to have you come by, attend a meeting, shadow them, and teach you more, which is pretty great.

DJ L0W T0NES
Night on Earth
Alternating Saturdays, 2-4am
DJ L0W T0NES, Freeform Portland

“Music has healed me so many times – I have to give back by searching and exploring all the depths of artists everywhere.”

DJ Slouch
The Night Gallery
Alternating Fridays, 6-8pm
DJ Slouch, Freeform Portland
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Music and Movies

Freeform Portland DJ’s roundup some of their favorite film-inspired music.

DJ Mrrranda from Spider in the Ear

Giallo and 60s-70s “artsy” horror movies prompted me to dig deeper into the work of Bruno Nicolai, Nora Orlandi, Stelvio Cipriani, and Peter Thomas Sound Orchestra (among others), and I encourage other folks to do this because every one of them is a delight.

In reverse, I don’t think I would’ve seen Invitation to a Suicide or The Golden Boat if not for John Zorn’s “Filmworks”. 

Tell me I am wrong.


DELIGHTFUL.


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Music and Attention Spans

by William Vance

We, as human beings, have access to almost every detail and soundbite known to man, all within only a few clicks of a few buttons on a touchscreen. To call upon beautifully crafted recordings of twenty-minute concertos done by century-old composers can be done in less time than it takes to say most of the composers’ names.

So why, with all of the sounds of human history in all their thoughtfully-crafted excellence just waiting to be devoured, does so much new music struggle to extend past the three minute mark?

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WFMH Shares 5 Halloween Songs to Get Spooky With

He Met Me In the Guest House by Bappi Lahiri

Soundtrack and title song to the Indian Hindi horror movie Guest House (1980). The plot involves Christopher who is psychic, speaks to ghosts, and possesses a valuable ring. Christopher is invited to an isolated village to conduct a seance only to be murdered in the guest house of the invitee. The invitee cuts off Christopher’s hand for the ring but the hand revives to avenge his death.

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Listening to the Rain

A cat looks out a window at the falling rain

I grew up in rainy Seattle, and despite its reputation, Seattle is not the rainiest of cities. When it did rain back then, the world we all knew changed a little. It took some time to readjust. My dad would comment on how many car accidents there suddenly were and how “people forget how to drive” whenever it rains for the first time in awhile. The memory of this kind of sudden rain is tied to autumn for me, since Seattle had so little (if any) rain in the summer while I was growing up. 

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Italian Women Singers in the Beat Era

For those accustomed to the lushness of 60s French pop, Italian can take some getting used to. Its screeching string accents, midrange vibratos and operatic boldness can feel more Wall of Shrill than Wall of Sound. Still, I’ve always felt that there is something unique in its assertiveness and power lacking in ye-ye or schlager, two other European pop movements where women played critical roles. In his capacity as a staff arranger at labels ARC, RCA Italiana, and Ricordi, Ennio Morricone worked on many of these sessions, with the voices of Edda Dell’Orso and her Cantori Moderni, along with Alessandroni’s guitar, audible throughout. For teens, 7″ singles were the order of the day. Italian LPs were expensive deluxe products aimed more at the adult market. This list is biased and attempts to highlight a few lesser known Italian women singers at the expense of some very famous ones, such as Patty Pravo, Rita Pavone, Caterina Caselli, Wilma Goich, Gigliola Cinquetti, Isabella Iannetti, Ornella Vanoni, and Nada. Some of their best songs can be found on Ace’s Ciao Bella! compilation for those interested, which also contains many artists below. I’ve linked out to YouTube clips when possible.

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Pixy Liao & Her Art of Giving the Middle Finger to Heteronormative & Patriarchal Ideologies

Pixy Liao (Yijun Liao) is a Chinese Shanghai-born photographer, musician and multidisciplinary artist who resides in Brooklyn, NY with her partner and muse, Moro. Pixy holds an MFA in photography from the University of Memphis. She lived in Memphis for three years after coming to the U.S in 2006. During her tenure at the University of Memphis, Pixy met her partner and muse, Moro, who is Japanese and was majoring in jazz through an orientation for international students. She was immediately attracted to him and asked him directly if he wanted to model for her, thus blooming Pixy and Moro’s continued photographic series, Experimental Relationship (2007-present).

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Wooden Wand: interview

In recent years, I’ve spent a lot of time listening to the music of Wooden Wand, the alter ego of James Jackson Toth. I first stumbled upon Wooden Wand’s music after much ground had already been covered — my first exposure was actually through Catherine Irwin’s version of “We Must Also Love the Thieves,” on her excellent Little Heater record in 2012. Intrigued by the lyrics, I followed the thread back and discovered an extensive collection of material already available. Delving into the Wooden Wand discography can be somewhat overwhelming, due to its varied and extensive nature, consisting of multiple collaborations, compilations, singles, on a variety of labels. 

When describing Wooden Wand to someone unfamiliar, I often pause before starting with the well-trodden term “singer songwriter,” which is inadequate and inaccurate, especially as there is so much more to the body of work.  It’s a cliche, but Wooden Wand really doesn’t fit into any particular genre, with releases stretching from the countryish to the psychedelic. The voluminous and restless nature of Wooden Wand is reminiscent of the late Vic Chesnutt or of Howe Gelb — other artists, who appear to have an endless stream of new ideas and words, seemingly defiant of the music industry in their peripatetic and irrepressible need to create new work.  Like these artists too (or like Nick Cave or David Berman, whose recent death still comes as a shock), Toth has an ability to write a line that sticks with you for days as you unravel it in your mind, such as starting a song,“They suspended mail delivery on account of all the roving dogs, twice a week I go in to collect my bills”

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Noah Fence Interviews Raymond Gorman of That Petrol Emotion and The Everlasting Yeah

Noah Fence First off, Raymond, thank you for agreeing to let me interview you. Please tell me about growing up in Ireland, your musical influences. What led you to pick up and play the guitar?

Raymond Gorman Hi, no problem. I grew up in Derry in the north-west of Ireland – it’s the place where all the “troubles” kicked off. I had a completely loving and idyllic childhood until the age of 7, after that things became very turbulent and I witnessed a lot of violence, living through bombings and shootings in the city until I left to go to college at 18. 

I was sent by my parents to learn classical piano at an early age and took to it very easily. I could sight read and reached a pretty good level fairly quickly however my teacher was an epileptic and one day he had a proper fit and fell on top of me pinning me to the keys whilst I played. I was completely traumatised as a result (I thought he was dead) and unfortunately was unable to ever return to lessons. Bye bye classical. Hello pop music.

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