Music

The Hands

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What can $500 in production money buy you nowadays? Well, for elitists, it can get you about an hour in a quality studio.


Dylan Sneed

No Worse for the Wear (Self-released)
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About a year ago, young Dallas songwriter Dylan Sneed decided to flip the ratio of time spent working his corporate job and time spent making music. The fact that he felt he had been, in his own words, “surplussed” at work ...



Lost Country

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Bands that produce, engineer, mix, and master their own albums run the gamut from cream to crap, and Lost Country is consistently among the creamiest. Scattered, their sixth album, is almost as good as 2005’s Long Gone Thrill...


Return to the Tribe

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Spoonfed Tribe is a polarizing band, especially for a lot of locals, who associate the quartet with the worst of jam-band culture: hippies, weed, unused bars of soap, Birkenstocks, the whole deal, including most significantly, ...



Waylon Jennings & the Waymore Blues Band

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By the time of this January 2000 concert, Waylon Jennings had survived bypass surgery, diabetes, emphysema, severe carpal tunnel syndrome, and a minor stroke that confined him to a wheelchair.


Countdown

The sky’s the limit for Grapevine native Bryce Avary, a.k.a. The Rocket Summer.
Jimmy Fowler
Singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Bryce Avary, a 24-year-old Grapevine native who performs as The Rocket Summer, is walking in and out of a sound-check for a sold-out headlining show in Orlando, trying to make himself...



lo-fi chorus

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“Record Player,” the opening track on Something in the Air, the new album from Dallas’ lo-fi chorus, has a jubilant, pop-rock sparkle and a powerful sense of immediacy — the song essentially rockets from your speakers. ...


Robben Ford

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Robben Ford has peace on his mind — and bad women, the kind who burn bright but wear out their welcomes. On the bluesy Truth, he tries to tell them goodbye or at least convince them to change their ways.



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...


Piano Man

Progressive-jazzbo Daymond Callahan may play as if he has a dozen fingers, but he’s still got only two hands.
CAROLINE COLLIER
Life is a constant balancing act for progressive jazz, funk, and gospel pianist Daymond Callahan.