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Die With Your Boots On

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Monday morning, I woke up on the couch in a torso-shaped puddle of sweat. It was one of those moments when I briefly wondered where I was, but then I saw the empty tallboys and Whatawrappers decorating the coffee table and real...


Independents Day

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As I sat there in the lawn chair watching my friend load the mortar shell, I noticed that for the first Fourth of July in a decade, I was sober. I also noticed that he was taking a long time to light the fuse. The mortar shell ...



Whence the Scene?

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If you missed it on Sunday, the 13th Annual Fort Worth Weekly Music Awards Festival was pretty awesome. As I left the Stoogeaphilia show at 7th Haven to catch the end of The Burning Hotels’ set at Lola’s, I saw a throng mak...


Don’t Change, Showdown

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If there’s one thing I love about dives, it’s the décor. From the Starlite Lounge’s year-round Christmas tinsel to the yellowing caricatures that decorate the molding at A Great Notion, a dive bar’s unabashed earnestne...



Aloha, J.R. Bentley’s

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I hate to admit it, but you notice a lot more things when you’re sober. Now obviously, a lot of this has to do with the fact that alcohol is an intoxicant, and when you’re giving your gray matter a booze bath, your judgment...


Keepin’ it Real at Dos Amigos

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I realized the other day that I need to pay more attention to pop music, because in another 10 years, the set lists of cover bands are going to adjust themselves, and at my current rate of absorption, I will have very little to...



Blunch

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A buddy of mine recently asked for suggestions for Sunday brunch. I started to rattle off my usual list, starting with Reata. (I’ve never actually been for brunch but have heard good things and have been there often enough fo...


The Heart of Saturday Night

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If I heard it once this week, I heard it a dozen times: “So, didja go to The Where House party?” In case you missed last week’s HearSay column, I’m referring to a party on Saturday night at The Where House on Hemphill S...



Swirl and Twirl

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It’s springtime, and that means frozen-drink weather. Thoughts of icy, sugar- or salt-rimmed beverages make me, um, well, I can’t really say here, but give me a few minutes, buy me a swirl, and I’ll tell you.


Working Through It

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I don’t know what you were doing the other morning, but I was drinking beer and watching The Price is Right.