Circumstances force cities to give up one building for another.
Portland is no different. Even the Portland Hotel had to go.
Such is the case of the Fox Tower on Southwest Broadway, rising from the footprint of the Fox Theater.
A one-time luxury palace from the vaudeville era, the Fox Theater became a graveyard for lost pigeons and hungry rats through years of neglect.
The news of The Fox’s demise shot out to every cinematic scavenger in the region. It was ripe with history and they all wanted a piece.
Rows of red mohair rocking seats packed the bowl in the Fox under a double balcony over-hang. Precise acoustics made it special. The humid stench of condemned air did little to dampen the sound quality from the stage to the back of the room.
A gashed screen in front told the final story.
Besides the plush seats and screen scar, the most gripping object in the room was a gold leaf sunburst surrounding a speaker with carved three dimensional rays stabbing outward. It held the magic of theater, the only reflection once the lights dimmed for the feature. Read the rest of this entry