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From the Grotto to Bronco’s

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What the hell. You’re running a bar that’s lousy with musicians, might as well put ‘em to work. In fact, the only Blue Grotto regulars who will not be playing this Saturday as part of the Groovy Grotto Jam, an...


You’ve Got Another Thing Comin’

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I ain’t skerred to admit I’m a big fan of about as many covers of classic tunes as the classics themselves.



Bright Future

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I’ve not seen This Is Not A Robbery, a new documentary directed by Lucas Jansen and Adam Kurland about J.L. “Red” Rountree, a former successful Texas businessman and devoted husband and father who began robbin...


It’s That Time O’ Year Again: Music Awards

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On pg. 18 is the ballot for our 12th annual Fort Worth Weekly Music Awards.



Just Super!

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I admit I have a weakness for shows on the CW network. I don’t set aside time to watch ‘em, but if they’re on, I defer to them over pretty much everything else (except Lost, the best serial drama ever). And it...


On the Verizon?

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A marketing person from out of town called me recently and asked about the venues in Fort Worth. I said, well, we have 8.0 Bar and Café, Bass Performance Hall, Billy Bob’s Texas, The Horseman, the Ridglea Theater, and a ...



The Soft Parade

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I hate noise pollution. Dogs barking all damn day long, hoopties pumping bass drums, loud office chatter when I’m trying to compose my spellbinding prose!, motorcycles, jackhammers at six a.m., somebody’s dreadful j...


Big Bertha

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The last time I saw local fusion pioneers Bertha Coolidge play, I admit, I was a little underwhelmed. Could have been the venue: the parking-lot stage behind the Bronx Zoo Sports Café off West Seventh Street, many moons ago fo...



Sound, Art

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Last spring, the Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth did a trés cool, trés New York City thing and produced an outdoor concert, in the sculpture garden on the second floor.


Big Dans and Mikes

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Say what you will about Rolling Stone’s hero-worship, staunchly leftist sympathies, arbitrary lists, and relatively recent descent into fetishizing celebrities a la People magazine, but the 41-year-old publication is vita...