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Breaking In, Out

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Several weeks ago, when local musician John Zaskoda opened Sessions Music, a boutique guitar store on White Settlement Road near downtown, he had grand, good intentions: Offer intense private instruction, sell affordable gear a...


PlayJazzPlay

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Just when you thought the days of major labels’ swooping down from above and plucking obscure bands from the bowels of local music scenes were gone, along comes the news that one-man straight-edge softcore band PlayRadioP...



Will Rogers, Sludge Metal, and You

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As you may (or may not) have noticed, Will Rogers Memorial Center Auditorium is on its way to becoming a bona fide rock venue, kind of like our very own Gypsy Tea Room, in Dallas, minus the gross floors and stinky bathrooms.


FWCBGB’s

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In reading about the recent demise of CBGB’s, the legendary rock club in New York City, I got to thinking about all the intangibles that make a rock joint great.



Getting Older, Cooler, and Hotter

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For some folks, the big 5-0 is tragic. (Don’t they know that 50 is the new, um, 45?!)


Teen Scene, TTF, Ornette

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A few years ago, retro indie label Norton Records released a three-volume c.d. called Fort Worth Teen Scene.



MacHenry’s Moves … Again

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Have you ever known a friend who was dating a manipulative, loser chick, and then goes and falls in love with her, and then he says to you, “Isn’t she awesome, isn’t she great?” and you just want to slap...


Avant-Garde, um, Explosion

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Fort Worth isn’t normally thought of as a progressive arts town. Yes, there are a few folks here who do some amazing, edgy stuff. But most Cowtowners, artists and fans alike, would instinctively opt for classical or popul...



Howling at the Moon

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Before I took over this column about five years ago, I decided not to be negative. Spewing vitriol about local/struggling bands, clubs, and events only riles readers up and imbues the writer with a false sense of importance. I ...


Katsuk Returns, T-Bone Weds

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On Monday nights back in the day at The Wreck Room, Daniel Katsuk and his A-Hummin’ Acoustical Acupuncture probably drew bigger crowds on a regular basis than some of the weekend shows around town.