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Wave the Flag

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I do not harbor a reckless desire to build a wall around Tarrant County to keep out interloping performance artists, and I will not pretend to know the machinations behind an Austin band’s appearance last week at a party ...


Blues Now, Blues Later

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OK, I admit. I’m not the biggest blues fan. Not because the sound is offensive – it isn’t, in general, though there are only so many times a body can be force-fed another one of Stevie Ray Vaughan’s hits...



Musical Theatrics

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I can’t remember the last time I had a musical experience. I’ve been to a bunch of shows over the past year, and a couple of ‘em have had their moments. But none, in my admittedly defective memory, incorporate...


Two Minutes to Midnight

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Let’s get one thing straight: I love Spune Productions’ Lance Yocom, whose contributions to the Fort Worth scene and hipster cachet are manifold and unmatched by any 10 club owners, booking agents, bloggers, journal...



SPEAK Out

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This Saturday at Ridglea Theater, Black Tie Dynasty, PPT, The Burning Hotels, and the cut*off, among others, are performing a benefit concert put on by SPEAK Project, a brand-new ad hoc nonprofit group dedicated to raising awar...


GRO Signs With Major Label

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They’ve just signed to a major label, but they don’t have any plans to move from Fort Worth to L.A., New York, Nashville, Des Moines, or any other fancy-schmancy city.



Newgrass, New Guard

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Thank goodness for Fred’s Texas Café. Now that the Wreck Room is gone (R.I.P.), the ancient diner and backyard hang-out is all that remains of underground culture in the once exceedingly underground area of West 7th Street.


Wall of Sound Wrap-Up

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LaGrave Field is where many families regularly gather during the summer to watch the Cats aspire to – and often achieve – minor-league baseball excellence and also where, last Saturday, families and progressive-musi...



Bruton Redux

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In January, legendary contemporary bluesman, singer-songwriter, and hometown hero Stephen Bruton had no idea he had cancer until his wife shined a flashlight down his throat — she had been checking her own pipes in an attempt...


Gouls on Parade

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Everyone our age (under 40) has to have a soft spot for Spaghetti Westerns. When I was a kid, I don’t think I let a single lazy summer Saturday afternoon pass without tuning into A Fistful of Dollars or The Good, The Bad,...