(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE César E. Chávez) The humble and consistent rapper Murs—who's been at it for 17 years now—earned this writer's allegiance with one track, 2000's "24 Hrs. w/a G/The Two Step," which featured a slinky, funked drum/bass loop, a solid tale of a day on par with Ice Cube's best, and a chorus sung by Grover from Sesame Street. Go look it up right now. Eventually a prominent member of the Oakland/San Francisco Living Legends crew, Murs went on to drop his auspicious solo LP, The End of the Beginning, on longtime friend El-P's Definitive Jux imprint. Over the last two decades, he's collaborated with more people than you've met, and his latest two–one a collaboration with 9th Wonder and the other with co-biller Fashawn–are works of tempered reserve and formidable resolve. Murs doesn't need your respect, but you owe it to him anyway. GRANT BRISSEY

(Rontoms, 600 E Burnside) Billygoat's music is lovely and dreamy, hypnotic and intricate—and impossible to separate from the transcendent animations they make to go with it. Or maybe the music is made for the films? It's hard to say which comes first, but it doesn't matter. Billygoat's mostly instrumental post-rock soundtracks miniature stop-motion films that range from the heartbreaking to the exhilarating. Aesthetically, the films are warmer and more homemade-feeling—and sometimes spookier—than their aural accompaniments, but they never feel amateur. Even as David Klein and Nick Woolley switch among their impressive trove of instruments, the morphing objects and photographs onscreen pluck at your heartstrings. Billygoat, who briefly called themselves Good Night Billygoat but are apparently back to their original moniker, will follow the blissful dream soul of Pwrhaus. Less eerie, perhaps, but just as transporting, the earnest vocals of Pwrhaus' Tonality Star exist in a world where true love collides with saxophones. REBECCA WILSON

(Slabtown, 1033 NW 16th) Whether or not Kevin Seconds means anything to anyone anymore is of little concern to a certain legion of punk-rock faithful. Seconds, whose run with the legendary Sacramento hardcore crew 7 Seconds is the reason some of us made it through high school, has scaled back his vitriol over the years, fostering arts and culture in Northern California when he's not on tour. While 7 Seconds still tours occasionally, it's Seconds' solo career that keeps him moving these days. The fact that Seconds' moonlighting as an acoustic troubadour in 1989 foreshadowed the modern migration toward organic instrumentation is fitting, considering his seminal status as a punk-rock icon. That doesn't mean, however, that Seconds' solo work is really all that good. Either way, I'll probably be there. RYAN J. PRADO