BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN AND THE E STREET BAND
(Rose Garden, 1 Center Ct) Tonight none other than Bruce "The Boss" Springsteen visits Portland, whose long lore as a working-class town ensures a sturdy bedrock of fandom. Up there with the greatest musicians and poets who've been able to elevate the dreariness of the everyday, Bruce will put stars (and stripes) in your eyes. MARJORIE SKINNER


GLEN CAMPBELL, VICTORIA GHOST
(Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall, 1037 SW Broadway) You might have visions of rhinestone cowboys dancing in your head, but no joke: Glen Campbell is the most accomplished guy in the room. As part of the legendary Wrecking Crew group of LA studio musicians, Campbell played guitar on countless hits through the '60s ("Strangers in the Night" and "Mary, Mary," to name just two). He sang uncredited lead vocal on the Sagittarius obscurity "My World Fell Down," now a fondly remembered Nuggets chestnut. He was a touring member of the Beach Boys during their heyday, taking over Brian Wilson's parts for the live show. He hosted his own TV show, The Glen Campbell Goodtime Hour, and starred in movies like True Grit. Then there was Campbell's positively illustrious solo career, which tethered together pop and country for some truly excellent sides: "Gentle on My Mind," "Galveston," and "By the Time I Get to Phoenix." But the biggest gem in the many-jeweled Campbell crown is 1968's "Wichita Lineman," simply one of the greatest pop singles ever recorded. Skirting the edges of pathos without quite dipping into schmaltz, the Jimmy Webb-penned tune is a gorgeous, surprisingly complex piece of music that Campbell nails perfectly. Now 76 years old, Campbell has sadly been diagnosed with Alzheimer's, and this "Goodbye Tour" is exactly that—one last chance to see the man in one of his final performances ever. The chance to see the man who touched so many incredible, historic records should not be missed lightly. NED LANNAMANN

The Babies - Get Lost by WOODSIST

THE BABIES, HOUNDSTOOTH, CAMPFIRES
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Recording for the very good Woodsist label, Brooklyn quartet the Babies play spindly lo-fi rock with melodies that nudge you in your tender, vulnerable bits. Singers Cassie Ramone (Vivian Girls) and Kevin Morby (Woods) possess thin yet moving voices that complement their fragilely pretty tunes. The pleasures from recordings like Cry Along with the Babies and House on the Hill are low-key, but it's really hard to make this type of deliberately threadbare thing sound interesting or enjoyable in 2012, and the Babies surpass most in the field at it. DAVE SEGAL


THE BE HELDS, PRISM TATS, SUN+FUN
(Ella Street Social Club, 714 SW 20th Pl) Seattle by way of Durban, South Africa, songwriter Garett van der Crimp cranked out sophisticated psych rock with his wife Laura for years under the unwieldy moniker Koko and the Sweetmeats. It's terrific stuff, but it came to a halt earlier this year. Van der Crimp didn't sit still too long, reemerging as Prism Tats, a new solo project that maintains his knack for hooks and otherworldly noise. Over the past six months, Prism Tats has released a paper trail of singles, including a new 7-inch with "Vacant and Impatient," b/w "Haunt Me." It's 1967 meets 2050, and I have no doubt we'll be hearing a lot from Prism Tats in 2013. MARK LORE


DICK DALE, GUANTANAMO BAYWATCH
(Star Theater, 13 NW 6th) People occasionally sneer when Dick Dale's name is mentioned. Maybe it's just a Portland thing, but there seems to be this common misconception that Dick Dale is an obsolete curio, that his music's significance is confined to its time. While the notion is somewhat understandable, as surf music certainly doesn't have much of a contemporary, mainstream presence (unless you count SpongeBob SquarePants), the genre—and Dale's contributions, particularly—has had a profound impact on a number of guitar heroes far more lauded than Dale himself. I should also mention that he was one of the first artists to popularize the Fender Stratocaster, arguably the most iconic electric guitar of all time. Dick Dale is a rock 'n' roll progenitor. Go to this show or you're sort of a bonehead. MORGAN TROPER