“The dream of the ’90s is alive in Portland,” the satirical TV show “Portlandia” proudly sings — that dream being to form a rock band and save the planet while letting your precious individualism hang out in all its eclectic glory. Cover yourself with artistic tatoos, go to clown school and clamber up on that double-decker bike — why not?
Maybe the dream of the ’90s is really the recycled dream of the psychedelic 1960s, when rock bands and revolution — both political and personal — became a way of life. And Portland, a West Coast way station between Seattle and San Francisco, not only drew bands like the Beatles (in 1965), the Doors (in 1968) and Led Zeppelin (in 1972) — it also grew its own grass-roots musical and counter-cultural scene.
If you’ve never seen a helicopter take off, it’s something to behold. No matter how many action movies you’ve watched, there’s a visceral thrill to seeing it in person: the high-pitched whine as the engine comes to life, the sharp stench of jet fuel, the sheer force of the wind kicked up by the rotor, ruining hairdos and making breathing impossible. And when the helicopter leaves the ground, it looks like a special effect.
For Jodi Franzman, that never loses its thrill.
“The first flight I went on, the adrenaline rush I got, that’s what did it,” she said. “I love it, and I still love it. I love coming to work, and I still get that excitement every time the rotor blades start spinning, and you smell that Jet A fuel, and you take off.”