Kinky Friedman is back in the saddle again and he’s blazing trails. The self-proclaimed “cowboy philosopher” will be completing a busy year when he rolls into town with his “Bipolar Tour: A Fact Finding Mission”.
One day last winter, UO music professor Brian McWhorter chanced to encounter Eugene Ballet Executive Director Riley Grannan at a local cafe. The company had recently performed McWhorter’s original score, Tyranny of the Senses, he had just played trumpet with Portland’s Oregon Ballet Theater and next year, his young children would be old enough to attend their first performance of Tchaikovsky’s Christmas perennial, The Nutcracker.
While it’s undeniable that Ninkasi Brewing Company has seen success in recent years, less is known about the relationship it has developed with dozens of local and regional independent musicians for mutual promotion and exposure — and the man who is making it happen.
Shameless plug alert: Don’t miss EW’s Next Big Thing 2012 CD Release Party 9:30 pm Friday, Dec. 7, at Sam Bond’s, featuring performances by Volifonix, Paul Quillen and Tara Stonecipher and The Tall Grass.
Take part single mother since 17, part former stripper and plus-size porn star, part successful musician and part cancer survivor. Put them together and you’ve got so much more than bibbidi-bobbidi-boo; you’ve got Candye Kane.
I love fado singing. When done right, the traditional Portuguese musical style will transport you directly to Lisbon: a dimly lit bar, a woman and a guitarra (Portuguese guitar) — lamenting the life of the poor, singing of the sea or of lost love.
Stephanie Schneiderman has been on a trip with trip-hop music producer/musician Keith Schreiner, but as per her latest 2012 release, Live at the Old Church, the singer-songwriter has come full circle and then some.
San Francisco-based musician Andrew Goldfarb has some tricks up his sleeve. Recently, one of those tricks just happened to be some deadly, deadly mint julep, which he fed to the town of Lost Hills while in search of a mysterious gypsy woman.
Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and the rest of the rat pack continue to seize some intimate nugget of nostalgia in the American imagination, abetted by the steely slick appeal of AMC’s hit show Mad Men and the persistence of skinny ties and cocktail culture for the haute bourgeoisie.