StumpTown Stroll: Riffin on ‘What-not’
Sunday, April 5th, 2009
Graffiti I can agree with. To the AZ authorities: “I am not the bus-stop blogger.”
“Das Rock-n-Roll!” - Tyler Christensen
Exodus
Well, I managed to do it. After a night out at 9 muses and a late return to the Hawthorne Traveller’s Hostel, I awoke at 7 AM by chance and showered up to head out the door. Today’s the day for the start of the Supernormal Wine Tour: Willamette Valley, so, it’s pack up the bags lightning quick and out the door and onto the MAX red line to the Airport, a practice run for the day I am trying to not consider; the day I have to leave Portland behind. But, this trip to the airport will be to rent a Dollar Rental Car and drive out to the Willamette Valley and finally walk amongst the vines. Sunshine and grapevines.
I said goodbye to a few fellow travellers and put back together the Supernormal Road Kit and jettisoned my now oblong and imbalanced self out the door and on to the 14 Hawthorne Bus to downtown. My head still reeling from the previous evenings revelries at 9 Muses. I celebrated the coming of today last night with some fellow Hobo Travellers, and now I’m paying for it with ineffective Bayer tablets and sunglasses. Heavy stuff in-tow. That will kill the hangover, or me. My money is on it killing the hangover, so it’s lumber on, Lumpy.
View from the window of the MAX Redline to the Airport
It’s overcast this morning, but, there is something more than that. I feel like I am slipping into a little lull emotionally. When I travel there is a formula. I do not intend it, and it is not quite unique to me. Other ‘conscious hobo’s’ have similar experiences. Travelling as I choose to, alone, lugging everything I need on my back, ‘backpacking’ as it’s commonly called. I find that there are certain stages or emotional states that always come in an ordered cycle.
First: The Gush - A giddy bubbly love for anything and everything in the wide-world. That lasts for a few days; sometimes a week. Then: The Dump - that’s when then the gilded-tinge on everything fades and I begin to go inside of myself and start to feel that bastard loneliness and emptiness. A peek into a pit of despair and your heart goes to your shoes so that you stomp all over it with every step you take the weight of your pack emphasizing the blows. The Hobo Traveller questions his motives and criticizes his actions. “Why not the beach?” I hear someone say inside my own mind. ‘The Dump’ doesn’t last long, but, I think that stage is working it’s way in now. It sucks but, the other side of it is: The Rise – a leveling off and a smooth climb into a complete happiness with the place and the process of travel and the knowledge that it brings. But, as any cycle isn’t a one time gig, so, don’t mind the down-times and look a loft. For round and round it goes.
There’s a college education in 8 days on the road. There’s a Master’s in a month. Institutional education won’t teach you how to hold on to the world when it goes wobbly and you’ve abandoned yourself for a strange town and a whirlwind. This is why I travel like I do. Sounds heavy, and it is, there is no doubt that you’re among the living and learning to live better, and reflecting on the cycle is brand new for me. This is but my second go-round.
The car deal didn’t work out. No major woop, just a brief bummer. I finally chalked it up as a ‘slight adjustment’ and got back on the MAX to City Center. Enter “The Dump” – I put my sunglasses on and moved through the motions while the MAX clacked me back to the best thing that resembles home – the hostel. Good thing the Red line is a long jaunt from the airport to downtown, it gave me time to work it through. That bastard loneliness came back and moistened my eyes and put the aortas and ventricles out of order. I Hung my head and lumbered back to the hostel to book the rest of my stay. They only have tonight open. The weekend is booked but I’ll check in the morning for a potential cancellation. If not there is another hostel across town in Northwest Portland. If that’s bust, then there’s always the luxury of a Days Inn.
A little Fence in the Japanese Gardens Portland, Oregon
Emotional Daybreak and a Distilling of the Dream
Enter “The Rise”. It clicked on the MAX and now I am finding out how to define it. The reason why everything went awry at the airport and I can’t get the car until tomorrow which means I had to cancel the first day’s appointments is this: I don’t want to go to wine country. That simple. Maybe some day in the future, but right now I’m in Portland, Oregon, man. I’m here on a Public Transit Tour. I got plans, baby. I want to just do the job and do it righteously. I want to rock this thing out and stay where the getting is good. I’m rounding the corner and setting out on a new and elevated path. The tears distilled the dream and refocused the vision. Oh, the ideas and the little treats I’ve got coming for you. Let’s get Supernormal! I got a little light and guess what I’m gonna let it do!
Creaking for the Coffee
My hostel room has a built in alarm clock. A feature not listed on the Portland Hawthorne Hostel website pre-arrival, nor was it covered in the tour. When the early-riser goes to the kitchen for their morning cup of Joe, the aging floor boards creak underfoot. The floorboards also happen to be my ceiling above my top bunk perch. Mind you, this is not a complaint. It gets me up and out for the day, I didn’t have to call the front desk and request an 8 am wake-up call, instead I am nudged awake gently by little creaking noises and the occasional dropped item. Hostel travel is all positives. In fact, this feature should be touted as an upgrade. A wise traveller should opt for the room with the 8 am creaky-roof”. It’s all mine for two more nights, sorry guys.
Gresham MAX line
Out the door and on the Tri-met
After the shower, and the java it’s to the 14 Hawthorne, over the river and up the hill to the Japanese Gardens. I had heard about the gardens and saw some footage on YouTube, so I added this to my mental-list of must-see places. On my first ‘free-day’ I jumped at the chance to see this beautiful place. Being from Arizona, I am accustomed to a different kind of green. Foliage and what-not is a very hearty green back home, yellow-green and browns, reds, etc. I was in need of some good ole’ deciduous-chewy-basil-kind-of-green.
Enter the Garden
A Little Walk
I explored every inch of the Japanese Gardens and spent a good three hours retracing my steps and turning back to do it all again. When I visit a place like the Japanese Gardens, or a zoo I like to go through the park in one direction and then revers the path so that I see everything differently. If I were capable I would have burrowed into the soil and dug on them roots.

Central pond, reminded me of Monet’s Giverny
On one of my reverse laps, I found something I had missed the first time around. I stumbled into a little hut type meditation thing. I don’t really meditate in the traditional sense, but I figured I’d try to get into it, Supernormal-style. So I took out my notebook, closed my eyes, and began making little hash marks on the paper while I sat and listened to the garden and walked through the Garden again in my mind.
I was surprised when I opened my eyes that there was a picture-of-sorts there. And it did look a little like a Japanese Garden. I titled and dated it and I’m gonna keep it, but, here you can have a copy. No one ever said I was a visual artist. I play music like a banshee, but, I draw like a monkey. No shame in that. If you can walk you can dance, if you can talk you can sing. No judgment on how well, just a can-do kind of thing.
This place is enchanting, delicately trained vines sculpted with rudimentary methodology. Simple sticks of bamboo fastened to branches with twine have done the majority of the shaping and training of the branches, but, most of the Japanese trees and plants look as though that is just how they grow. What I know of Japan is it’s art, I can say Japanese art, and I get an image in my mind as I am sure you do as well. There is a distinctive look beyond a simple font to all things Japanese, and the reason for that I would guess is nature. The trees shrubs and other things beyond my botanical prowess have that distinctive ordered Japanese look.
Right-click, Save as Desktop
From the Garden to the City
I spent the next few hours walking downtown and asking around if anyone knew of a place where I could have a Beer and Blog. I don’t mean Wi-fi. I mean, a bar with physical computers in it. Why do we all have to own a laptop? I don’t like carrying around all of that stuff, power cable, computer, then with all of the other elements of this SupernormalRecords.com enterprise. What if i drop it? What if I get caught in the rain, and soaked to the bone, or in this case; memory? Just to many what-if’s. But, here is yet another ‘what if’.
Training Branches Traditionally
What if?
What if a bar put along one of its walls an array of a few basic desktops. I am in the Fat Straw, a little Bubble Tea Joint and I love working in this place, but I want a beer man. My love for blogging and my love for beer are two very strong competitors. And I would argue, life sustaining drives, urges man! C’mon Bar Owners. Open the Beer and Blog, the Blog-N-Beer Tavern, or The Blogger and Lager! I’ll do it if you give me the dough of course.
If this were filled with Sake I would have Stayed here all day
There’s that for now. I think I’m gonna traipse around downtown and see if I can get a little more of the strong pulse of this cities music scene. Back into the city now…
Read the Overview of the tour below, or read the blog posts Supernormal Tyler wrote about his recent tour via the links below:
In honor of Mother Earth, on May 11th, 2008 (Mother’s Day) Supernormal Records sent Supernormal Tyler out on the road. Tyler will toured the Northwest and focusing on the city of Portland, Oregon. This was a dual-purpose tour:
Supernormalrecords.com visitors are treated to a show unlike any other. Videos and blogs documenting the day-to-day hour-by-hour progress and process of pulling a tour like this off.
Tyler did not rent a car, did not have a driver, and got around town and to and from gigs via the extensive and efficient Tri-Met Public Transit System in beautiful Portland, Oregon (scroll down for more details).
Supernormal Tyler stayed at the famed Portland Hawthorne Hostel in the Hawthorne district of Portland, Oregon (see below for details).
“This tour will be an exercise in sustainable living,” says Tyler. “I don’t own a car in my hometown and I try to keep my carbon footprint tiny so that I may help others make up for their obese carbon feetsprints.” he laughs. “Portland is going to be a blast because everyone I talk to raves about the Tri-Met, and where I come from (Scottsdale, Arizona) it’s all unreliable buses and footwork. It’ll be nice to feel the smooth pull of an electric street car again. I can’t wait to begin.”

“Portland’s famed Hawthorne Hostel”
Located in one of Portland’s most popular destinations; the Hawthorne District. The hostel is bohemian, & enviro-conscious. Hawthorne Blvd is known for it’s quaint eateries, coffeehouses, pubs, unique shops, and the famous Bagdad Brew Pub & Theatre. We have chosen this location for our accomodations due to what they call their “Green Commitment”
Hawthorne Hostel’s Green Commitment
“The Tri-met Rail yard in Portland, Oregon”
In 1872, twenty-one years after the city of Portland was founded, citizens and leaders began the work that would build the city’s public transit system. Today it is known as the Tri-Met. Combining people-movers such as: Buses, light-rail, commuter-rail, a street car, and a (OHSU funded) one of a kind Aerial Tram citizens and visitors to Portland, Oregon have a myriad of options to arrive on-time and in-style.
The Portland Aerial Tram is an aerial tramway in Portland, Oregon carrying commuters between the city’s South Waterfront district and the main Oregon Health & Science University (OHSU) campus, located in the Marquam Hill neighborhood. It is the second commuter aerial tramway in the United States (after New York City’s Roosevelt Island Tramway).[3] The tram travels a horizontal distance of 3,300 feet (5/8 mi, 1 km) and a vertical distance of 500 feet (150 m) in a ride that lasts three minutes. (quoted from wikipedia.org)
“The Portland, Oregon Aerial Tram”
Travelers and commuters can arrive at the Portland International Airport and be transported to the city center in a matter of minutes. During the duration of a visitors stay, little else is needed to see the entire city, and get this: In a large area called ‘Fareless Square” all travel is free. Yes, meaning no money.
Fareless Square
FarelessSquare includes most of downtown Portland (within the boundaries of the Willamette River, NW Irving Street, and the I-405 freeway), as well as MAX stations from the Rose Quarter to Lloyd Center and bus stops along NE Multnomah to 13th Avenue.
When boarding a bus, MAX or streetcar in Fareless Square, just take a seat and enjoy the ride. Fare is not required unless you are traveling outside of the Square.
Fearless Fares
If you are travelling outside the designated Fareless Square, the fares are fearless. Affordable and easily attainable tickets can be purchased on board the bus, at ticket vending machines located in MAX stations, neighborhood ticket outlets (Fred Meyer, Safeway and Albertsons stores), the TriMetTicket Office at Pioneer Courthouse Square in person, or send your digital self in to the TriMet Store online and score some tickets.
“I want to show my listeners how I live,” Tyler says. “Since I started writing songs I have been pushing myself to write honest lyrics and stay true to my core beliefs. I learned early on from Ani DiFranco that if ‘you don’t live what you sing about your mirror is going to find it’ and I think that is a pretty good rule. I sing what I live, and this trip is to be a peek into how I travel, how I live, and how I hope that we all can live the values that I sing about in my latest song, ‘One World’.”
The song Tyler mentioned, “One World” is posted in Demo Form on Tyler’s Myspace page at www.myspace.com/supernormal.