Eastern Iowa Brass Band

Made up of dedicated, amateur musicians the Eastern Iowa Brass Band is dedicated to the performance of brass band literature in the style and tradition of the British brass bands which date back to the early nineteenth century and still flourish today.

Founded in 1985, the EIBB is the only band of its kind in the state of Iowa. Audiences throughout the midwest delight in the fun and enthusiasm of the EIBB in concert. In their 1900s style costumes, the band is reminiscent of the 'town band' seen in communities all across the country 100 years ago.

Members come from a variety of backgrounds, drawn together to share a fervent dedication to the perfection of the brass band musical tradition.

Read more about Eastern Iowa Brass Band:  History of The Band, Directors, The Music, Awards, Recordings

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