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On the Horizon

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One of the many (two or three) perks of being a vaunted (unknown) music critic for a million-plus-circulation magazine (Fort Worth Weekly) is getting to hear new stuff before everyone else (my friends). It just comes pouring in...


Music Awards: ’08, Here We Come

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By 5:30 p.m., the line in front of McDavid Studio looked like a really big mosh pit that had been stretched into a noodle.



Raps from the Yacht Club

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Every once in a while, a great, truly progressive, truly talented local novelty (or semi-novelty) band comes along – and then disappears about as furiously.


The Aardvark: The Fresh-Maker

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A new look for the Aardvark is on the way. The longtime rock-scene staple is undergoing a facelift that owner Danny Weaver expects to be complete by the end of summer.



A Music-Lover’s Manifesto

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I’m worried. There’s this book out now by famed socio-economist Francis Fukuyama that confirms everything I’ve feared about hipster retro-culture.


Coping in Cow-land

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It’s been a while since I’ve seen Scott Copeland. I don’t know if the longtime singer-songwriter’s playing the Wreck Room on a regular basis like he once did back in the day, but every time I drop in on ...



Dancin’ Days are Here Again

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Seems like just last week we were wrapping up our annual Music Awards – I can’t believe they’re back. (If you could hear my voice, you’d detect traces of wispy joy and a soupçon of anguish.)


Early Man

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Last week, fellow Weekly columnist Last Call wrote a valentine to a relatively new sports bar, Rock Star, out on South I-35 in the shack formerly occupied by the Penalty Box. In the column (“High Speed on Ice,” May ...



Lone-ly Star?

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Not sure what to make of the change at 92.5, from a purely arena-rock format to a mix of Outlaw country, alt-country, and Southern rock.


Blues, on Main or in the House

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This much about the Main Street Blues Room is true. It is located on Main Street, in historic Grapevine.