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Sure, the Dirty Dozen Brass Band has more chops than a Cajun kitchen, and its 35-year funk span is like aged hot pepper sauce to the uninitiated.

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.

The elder statesmen of hip hop are hurtling toward us with fresh new cuts and old-school status. Souls of Mischief, Casual and Pep Love, who hit WOW Hall Wednesday, have been enjoying a year of progress and activity reminiscent of their days together in the Hieroglyphics super crew. 

Like swallows to Capistrano, the prodigal jazzers are flying back to Eugene. Over the past decade or so, the UO music school has regularly cranked out attention-getting young musicians who combine promising technique with creative ambition.

From the dungeons of the underground comes Dumbfoundead — a rhymesayer whose lyricism is capable of reaching to the outermost corners of the hip-hop universe and beyond.

Though the name sounds a bit ominous, Shovels and Rope’s music is nothing short of a good time.

Eliza Rickman is an L.A.-based folk singer but she very well could have been plucked straight out of a dark, twisted fairy tale.

How does one harden the masonry of a legend? The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland, Ohio, honored Donovan this year with an induction that’s more than well deserved, and as a result he’s emerged from the woodwork to begin touring again.

Even through the muffled sound of a cell phone on some desolate highway in the middle-of-nowhere Midwest, you can hear New Orleans in Mike West’s voice. He and his wife, Katie Eullis, constitute the playful, hillbilly band, Truckstop Honeymoon.

If you’ve spent any evenings out and about in Eugene, you’ve probably met a man called “Fatty,” also known as Joshua Isaac Finch.

Like many serious music fans, my early favorites came from the albums and artists that my father introduced me to — the rock ‘n’ roll heroes of his era that raised a middle finger to conformists in the 1950s.

Peck the Town Crier is a former NYU jazz student turned street performer who busked his way through genres and across the country.

Deep Time is a band that cracks sonic earth in a new epoch.  Known for the past six years as Yellow Fever, an infectiously discordant two-piece pop outfit out of Austin

The romance of insanity is as intrinsic to our concept of genius as it is to our love of rock-’n’-roll gold. Combine the two, and you’ve got one serious speedball of flameout.

Dating back to antiquity, musicians and entertainers have taken to the streets seeking fame and fortune through song, dance and tricks.

Half a century since the ‘60s, and modern music continues to rely on the neural framework of psychedelia established during that seminal decade.

The year is eighteen hundred ‘n’ somethin’. Hezekiah Goldfarb is making his way across the Oregon Trail from Tennessee.

This summer finds Oregon’s biggest classical music festival in transition. Oregon Bach Festival founding artistic director Helmuth Rilling retires after next summer’s festival

Eugene singer-songwriter Caroline Bauer is only 21, but the lyrics to her gracefully composed love songs might have you thinking differently.

Oakhurst is a nationally acclaimed bluegrass-ish quintet from Denver, Colo., that’s as versatile as it is original.

Portland’s Lost Lander produced some funny YouTube clips to promote its last Kickstarter campaign. Go watch,  I’ll wait …

Sad Face, the Seattle-based rock band, has a sound that secretes a cavernous misery with narrow undertones of pleasure; a juxtaposition only achievable by masters of music.

The Wainwright Brothers, those beardy bluegrass buskers known for inciting dance frenzies up and down the West Coast, are back at it again.