In 1965, Bread and Puppet was two years old. It grew from founder Peter Schumann’s trailer-converted puppet-stage and street corner performances into an ensemble that was actively participating in protests of the Vietnam War, parading colossal ten to fifteen feet tall puppets through the streets of New York City. They also created a show intended for smaller spaces and more intimate performances entitled Fire, which is an hour long performance dedicated to several Americans who protested the Vietnam war by self-immolating, killing themselves by setting themselves on fire. The play, with the original masks from 1965, was performed at Reed from October 16–18.

    My adventures in Portland usually include wandering around downtown, mostly lost, hoping my phone doesn’t die before I can GPS my way back to Reed. The walk I took three weekends ago was no different. Myself and two friends decided, at around ten at night, to take a stroll down to Portland State University, PSU. This happened to be the same night as the vigil for the students who passed away from the Umpqua shooting earlier that week. Thirty or so Reedies had gathered in front of Commons with a wide assortment of candles, from tea lights in plastic cups to the heavy candles in glass holders. A Reed alumnus spoke, and then the floor was left open for anyone to speak. After that, we sang together. Understandably, it was a decidedly somber night. I guess we didn’t really know where to go from there, so we decided to walk.

“Is this the corgi I saw on Facebook?” is a question Julia Nicholson, Assistant Director of Residence Life, gets asked almost daily by excited students. This Facebook famous pup has been a huge hit on campus.

“I just really love Halloween. It’s what I live for.”

With pretty pumpkins parading every corner, scary skeletons scaling the houses of Eastmoreland, and a harrowing haunted tour of Reed (this Friday!), you may (or may not have) noticed that the Halloween season is upon us.

In preparation, Caitlin O’Shea ’17 wears a white sweatshirt with black outlines on the cuffs and the collar. Three ghostly ghouls greet anyone she happens to meet with a “BOO” each. Little yellow sparkling stars bedazzle the space around them. She says she found the sweatshirt at a thrift shop. Since then, she wears the top every October 1 and once in the last week of October.

A turtleneck peeks out from under the collar of the sweatshirt. Another white piece, yet this one decorated with little black cats and various orange and black Halloween themed designs. By placing both of these statement pieces atop basic, slim-cut blue jeans and black flats, Caitlin pulls off the effortless integration of her Halloween pride and her elegant style.

Happy Halloween!!! Create creepy costumes and treat yourself to some trickery! ;

You probably know by now if you are the type of person that would go to a Lopatin/Ferrero concert. If so bust out your best Nike tracksuit and head over to the lounge.

Everyone’s favorite Mormon couple turned slowcore legends! Low continue to be the pinnacle of consistency, releasing a reliably great album every other year or so. See ’em, they may break into one of their political protest drone songs from the years they were opening for Godspeed. MN represent!

If you need more emo shit after the TWIABP show, just come back a few days later for this show. “MoBo is a suckier Front Bottoms, for all you genre loving folk” sez my partner (perhaps facetiously), but I would have to flip dat hierarchy. Modern Baseball is better, and their new album should be pretty dang alright.

No one is quite sure at any point if there are more words in the name or members in the band TWIABP. . .  but if that’s all you know about the band (and decide it’s all you need to know) you are making a big mistake. With their new album Harmlessness, TWIABP move from a screamier version of emo towards a more baroque pop sensibility (probably because they lost the screamy member of the band). This show will be a veritable cornucopia of twinkly guitars.

This under-the-radar pop act is surprisingly better than it has any right to be. If you find yourself jonesing for a Carly Rae Jepsen concert, but are miffed that she has no dates anywhere near PDX, this may be the singer for you to discover. Although her debut full-length Pocketknife can wear itself a little thin, there are some legitimate gems in there for you to discover.

Experimental dance electronics from Berlin at the Yale Union is a must see. If you are feeling a little ‘over’ OPN and Ferrero, this is the show for you

Oh hey, the dude from The National has a new project and long, quasi-creepy hair. It’s with the guy from Menomena, but I don’t really care about him/that band. Your mileage may vary on fairly conventional dude-indie music, and El Vy definitely isn’t The National, but it ain’t bad either. I do have to say, when I saw The National on the Trouble Will Find Me tour, it was pretty earth-shatteringly, tears-on-my-wine-bottle great; Matt Berninger is a fantastic live presence, and this would be pretty much your only chance to see him in a room this small. Plus, this is their tour kickoff, so you’d be among the first people to see them ever.