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Portland’s Brooks Robertson is one heck of a funky fingerstyle guitarist, and he’s bringing his act — two of them, actually — to Sam Bond’s.

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.

Guaranteed, there will be no show in Eugene that sounds like the one Luckey’s is hosting Dec. 15.

One thing is for certain when you listen to the music of Portland’s Battleme — you are going to rock ‘n’ roll yourself silly in the grooviest way imaginable.

If Cormac McCarthy rewrote Little House on the Prairie, Horse Feathers could provide a perfect soundtrack to the many film adaptations sure to follow.

Garrick Bushek, aka Marv Ellis, is perhaps Eugene’s most famous emcee. And despite a move to Portland, Ellis is once again living in Eugene and remains a popular attraction on local stages.

“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire ...” If only. The holidays are the season for the comfort of familiarity, and in this holiday music season, that doesn’t just apply to carols.

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.

Since they last rolled through Eugene over a year ago, Blue Scholars has been busy.

It’s rare that a triple-bill generates an equal amount of excitement for each individual artist, but this one does exactly that.

What can be said about a legend like Jonathan Richman that hasn’t already been said?

Math The Band sounds like how a 12-year-old boy sticking a booger in your face feels — but ... in a good way.

When it comes to musicians, reinvention isn’t a new idea, it just gets a little harder as the years go by. 

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.

Classical music’s recent struggles have less to do with the music itself than the stuffy, archaic, expensive way it’s too often presented in America.

Escape what’s sure to be a dreary November afternoon outdoors for the sun and warmth of the world’s second largest continent, and before you shimmy to the music, get warmed up with some culture first.

Tony Trischka is coming to Eugene Nov. 18 hot off one of the most prestigious banjo events in the world: the New York Banjo Summit

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.

You’re forgiven if you start lacing up your Doc Martens upon hearing the penultimate track on Tromper le Temps, the latest album by Canadian folk outfit Le Vent du Nord.