I couldn’t agree with this letter to the editor’s headline more: Drummers add to downtown Portland’s problems. Turns out, however, it’s not indie rock drummers they’re talking about; it’s the dreaded “paint pail” drummers.
However, Walsh’s column did not mention one fairly new problem that has invaded downtown Portland: paint pail drummers. The drumming is very loud and disturbing. In fact, at times it is so loud that I am compelled to leave my office because I cannot work with the incessant drumming noise invading my ninth-floor office. I am sure the drumming is disturbing and distracting to shoppers entering Pioneer Place or guests staying in the high-end hotel The Nines.
The gnashing of the demonic paint pail drummers reaches up into the heavens — Portland’s ninth floor offices and high end hotel rooms.
The editorial that this letter is in response to is an incredible read too. In it a concerned citizen spirals out of control after spotting poop on the Steel Bridge, going as far as suggesting a Giulianiesque (this word is copyrighted by me) solution to Portland’s terrifying downtown. “The tables have turned” indeed, that is if you’re talking about how low the editors at the Oregonian will now sink to generate web comments.