The Wingnuts ride onward into the future in our Time Machine of Swinging Country and Ragtime Jive to a distant land where the proletariat finally eat the rich and H.G. Wells for some reason thinks it’s a bad thing.
. . . just show up wearing your party pants.
A very fun evening at Sam Bond’s Garage for the benefit of the local chapter of Standing Up for Racial Justice.
This Friday, at the Foundry. Raise a pint to your friends and a finger to The Man.
Robert Sarazin Blake will blow your mind, capture your heart, melt your face, then the Wingnuts will mop up the remains.
Children will be spared, they are welcome at the bar until 9:00.
Write up in the Corvallis Advocate awaiting us at the gig last night at Calapooia Brewing. Paraphrase: “Better than a kick in the head”.
Blowing minds and blowing eardrums, leaving a trail of chicken bones and crushed beer cans in our wake. Thank you, Eugene Symphony, for a classy evening.
Tonight down at Ye Ole’ Sam Bond’s, kicking off the album release of Ky Burt’s new record. In the immortal words of Mr. Tim Long: ‘Yeeeeee Hawwwww!’
Wingnuts will be bringing the funk (and by funk, I mean folk) to the Hult Center lobby this Saturday at 5:30 while people grease their gears before the classic music begins. Don’t be late!
Bring a clean pair of pants to this party cause you’re gonna. . .have yourself a load of GOOD CLEAN FUN
This Saturday, 8/15, Wingnuts are bringing the funk to Bier One in Newport at 8:00. The poster is a metaphor for how Giant-Banjo Corporations are the ones behind the curtain pulling the strings of our elections and our riffs.