Singer songwriter Scott Austin has a way with toe-tapping, thought provoking tunes. There is a sweet spot in his sound that pulls you in. Soulfully sung, his words and vibrato will stay with you throughout the day according to his mother. His songs are about life, love, one's ability to feel and going for what you want. While he enjoys playing with a rocking band and will again very soon, he has spent the last year primarily performing as a solo acoustic act and refining his style as a singer and performer. He has connected with his audiences from groovy dive bars, dinner crowds and welcoming house parties to Eugene's favorite venues such as Luckey's, Sam Bonds, Oak Street Speakeasy, and The W.O.W hall. The last 7 months he has been crafting his full length album: "Complicated Heart" along with the help of friend and Producer Tyler Fortier. This song, "The smile you wear" is off of the upcoming album. The cd will be out this Summer. Stay tuned. You may go to reverbnation.com/scottaustin to check out more about Scott. Thanks for listening and sharing. Keep on smiling.

Kurt M. Landre' grew up in Springfield and attended Thurston High, wandered away for a while, and ended up in Eugene attending the U of O as a music composition major.

He spent too much time in recording studios and in bars playing music and not enough time studying music theory and his grades reflected it. However, he does tend to know his balanced from his unbalanced cables as a result, which has brought him exactly $0.00 in post educational earning power.

After a long performance stint as an over caffeinated and completely unknown acoustic folk-rock artist in the regional Northwest, he abandoned his mandolin, harmonica, and prized medieval accordionist torture device and returned to his classically notated roots. The pay isn't as good, the food sucks, and the audience never applauds, but the guitarist never argues with you and you don't have to worry if the drummer will show up on time for once.

He now resides in the huge and burgeoning mega-metropolis of Hillsboro, battling trolls, psychotic human liver addicted aliens, and demon spawned tech recruiters (how the **** did you people keep getting my number?! I posted that resume OVER 10 YEARS AGO! Can't you ever just let the internet GO AWAY?!?!).

When not attempting to escape the above mentioned foes, he happily spends his life gnawing on his infant son's foot to make him giggle for hours, tickling his daughter until she squeals in delight, or listening to his wife's insanely funny wisecrackings.

You should go and listen to more of his music. You might enjoy it. It's got...well, it often doesn't really have any beat at all. And you can rarely dance to it, unless you're super creative.

But it's still a pretty interesting listen...

http://www.soundcloud.com/kmladre

Also, he's a big fan of getting email from complete strangers, particularly those interested in selling him stocks that are "just about to BREAK!", inappropriate invitations involving methods to exercise aspects of his being that nobody has any business commenting on, and virii laden windows executables posing as screen savers and word documents. There is a special hell reserved for those folks.

So shoot him at line at kmlandre@yahoo.com if you've got any complaints or whinings about the beatlessness of his music or otherwise.

Kurt M. Landre' grew up in Springfield and attended Thurston High, wandered away for a while, and ended up in Eugene attending the U of O as a music composition major.

He spent too much time in recording studios and in bars playing music and not enough time studying music theory and his grades reflected it. However, he does tend to know his balanced from his unbalanced cables as a result, which has brought him exactly $0.00 in post educational earning power.

After a long performance stint as an over caffeinated and completely unknown acoustic folk-rock artist in the regional Northwest, he abandoned his mandolin, harmonica, and prized medieval accordionist torture device and returned to his classically notated roots. The pay isn't as good, the food sucks, and the audience never applauds, but the guitarist never argues with you and you don't have to worry if the drummer will show up on time for once.

He now resides in the huge and burgeoning mega-metropolis of Hillsboro, battling trolls, psychotic human liver addicted aliens, and demon spawned tech recruiters (how the **** did you people keep getting my number?! I posted that resume OVER 10 YEARS AGO! Can't you ever just let the internet GO AWAY?!?!).

When not attempting to escape the above mentioned foes, he happily spends his life gnawing on his infant son's foot to make him giggle for hours, tickling his daughter until she squeals in delight, or listening to his wife's insanely funny wisecrackings.

You should go and listen to more of his music. You might enjoy it. It's got...well, it often doesn't really have any beat at all. And you can rarely dance to it, unless you're super creative.

But it's still a pretty interesting listen...

http://www.soundcloud.com/kmladre

Also, he's a big fan of getting email from complete strangers, particularly those interested in selling him stocks that are "just about to BREAK!", inappropriate invitations involving methods to exercise aspects of his being that nobody has any business commenting on, and virii laden windows executables posing as screen savers and word documents. There is a special hell reserved for those folks.

So shoot him at line at kmlandre@yahoo.com if you've got any complaints or whinings about the beatlessness of his music or otherwise.

A decade spanning legacy of 4 track cassette solo recording, eleven 90 minute cassettes released so far. Live lineup have made noise together in different bands for years.

Believe it or not, we used to be an actual band at one point; drummer, singer, two guitarists and a bassist. Life was good. Then the rest of the band skipped the "get famous" portion of being a band and went straight to the "let's do drugs" stage. The remaining standing force was a meager Guitarist and Bassist. We squished our Bassist into a Guitarist, and weren't disappointed with the results. It was then that we decided that the serious approach wouldn't fit for us. So we wrote songs about cannibalism, obese women, hipsters, and loneliness... guess this is a byproduct!

If you want to know a tad bit more, we have a Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/RedneckYeti?ref=hl