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Local folkers Wainwright Brothers encapsulate a truckin’ vagabond sound with perfection. And it makes you want to stomp your feet until the bottom falls out of Sam Bond’s.

A week ago I met a girl on the side of the road. She was a radical-anarchist type with black skinny jeans, a half-shaved head and a few well-manicured hairs growing off her chin.

The wayback machine is especially active this month in Eugene music.

Pretend for a moment that you’re trapped in a bad trip and the only thing you can hear is the cyclical recycling of washed-out psychedelia diluted through decades of designer drugs and synthesizers.

San Francisco’s Grass Widow is a lovely mess. At first listen, skittery drums underscore rumbling bass lines.

The beauty of the blues is in its  “ba-bah-bah-bump my baby she left me” simplicity.

After sitting down with the Strangled Darlings latest work, a 12-track LP entitled Red Yellow & Blue, it’s clear that Portlanders George Veech and Jessica Anderly are comfortable with the sound they’ve cultivated. 

Lots of musicians claim the “indie” label, but Zoe Keating, who performs May 5 at The Shedd, has blazed trails for contemporary composer/performers who seek to chart their own paths toward sustainable creative satisfaction.

Eugene is full of incredible musicians who write, record and perform original songs. From show to show, track to track and across genres, our local music scene teems with talent. We are fortunate to have such a wealth of passionate working musicians, and this weekend boasts CD release shows for three solid Eugene bands. Go support them — and be loud about it!

When the cut-line for an event is “no taboo left unturned,” there’s not a lot to be said for attempting to judge the organizers or performers because they seriously do not give a fuck what you think.

As with any small town, community, scene or style, the incest potential quotient in Eugene is high. 

You know that feeling you got when your grandma yelled at you? That mix of shock and reverence-fueled obedience?

Ladies and gentlemen of Eugene, you are being visited by a bona-fide country music legend, rock ‘n’ roll survivor and veritable time capsule of pop — Wanda Jackson.  

So you get one more dude in flash sneakers and a sideways ball cap waving his arms around a switchboard and swerving with the lights and the beats.

In December 1577, when Francis Drake’s The Pelican and a quartet of accompanying ships sailed from Plymouth to commence the first circumnavigation of the globe by an English expedition.

Anyone keeping tabs on the Pacific Northwest’s music scene knows that this band is no mere novelty act, but rather a serious collective of musicians who push the envelope.

You don’t think of Canada and immediately envision hip-hop artists. 

Part of the contract people enter into when they decide to live in Oregon dictates that they will see mountains regularly — whether that be off in the distance or from the summit of the one they’ve just climbed. 

Although droves of arrogant artisans have parroted back the barbed saying “those who can’t do, teach,” in this modern age the statement couldn’t be further from the truth.

Take the duo She and Him, subtract Zooey Deschanel’s cutesy retro twang, add some indie-folk swagger with rangy vocals, and Heartless Bastards begin to take shape.

Each Explosions in the Sky song plays out like a story.

Rugged as ever, The Brothers Comatose are hitting just about every town on the West Coast this tour.

Leo London loves old things. His Eugene apartment is filled with vintage movie posters, vinyl records and a typewriter. 

Anais Mitchell plays folk and country-tinged rock songs.