Purists will say shoegaze only existed for a very short period of time, mostly in England, but iterations of it can be found at nearly every music festival today. Brooklyn’s School of Seven Bells is a perfect example.
Elegant composition is lost on our dumb generation. When was the last time you heard Kanye West orchestrate the equivalent of an entire Bavarian marching band single-handedly into a coherent tune that’s both catchy and just hipster enough that plaid-wearing fixie-riders would love it?
With the Republican convention wrapping up this week, it’s a perfect time to celebrate the party’s platform philosophy of getting something (yet more tax breaks for zillionaires, or roads, schools and other components of civilized society, say) for (apparently) nothing. Over the next week or so, you can hear some sweet summer music downtown for free.
Aretha Franklin is considered the Queen of Soul, but Mavis Staples is Robin Hood. Now in her early 70s, Staples got her start singing gospel tunes as a child with her father, Pops, and her sisters as the Staples Singers in 1950.
One of the most fun things about Sam Bond’s is how, from time to time, acts that usually play the likes of SXSW or Austin City Limits swoop in, and Eugeneans get a taste of what it is to live in a live music mecca. That’s what will happen Sunday when Band of Heathens returns to the Whiteaker bar that’s small in scale but big at heart.
Poet, lyricist and composer Michael Franti has been at the forefront of family-friendly conscious reggae-fusion music for the last 25 years. EW caught up with Spearhead’s iconic frontman for a few quick questions.
Classical music takes a holiday through most of this month, as many of us seek transcendent experiences at the coast, in the mountains, or along the rivers rather than in concert halls. So it’s a perfect time to recommend some new CDs by Oregon musicians.
As far as anatomy is concerned, the mouth allows us to breathe, eat, drink, kiss and sing. Magic Mouth, Portland’s spunky, post-funk soul quartet, speaks to this versatility, preferring to bite first and make statements later.
State of Jefferson is a diverse group of musicians who pride themselves on possessing an array of influences and a varied sound. This group is fun, it’s upbeat and it’s got all of southern Oregon buzzing.
Hang on a sec while 14-year-old me squeals, “Peter Murphy is playing Eugene!” Murphy may not mean much to 14-year-olds these days, but there was a time when he was “King Bat” to a whole army of young goth-rockers.
The Shedd may be the hottest place for music in Eugene this month, and not just because of the former church’s ancient, soon-to-be refurbished cooling system. The Shedd’s latest new theatrical production is Rodgers and Hammerstein’s 1951 tale of cultural collision, The King and I.
There’s a nightclub, and you’re in it. Maybe it’s 1942. Maybe it’s last week. Maybe it’s tomorrow. That doesn’t matter. The smell of incense fills the room. Onstage you see the internationally known Slim Richey, “The Most Dangerous Guitarist in Texas.”
The last time Morgan rolled through town, he almost picked a fight with an audience member. There was enough whiskey to do in a horse — both in Morgan and the building, but particularly in Morgan — and enough debauchery to burn down a building. Thankfully everyone came out all right.