Music

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.


The Wreck Room: 1997-2007

ANTHONY MARIANI
A couple of years ago, I sat at a table at J&J’s Hideaway with Wreck Room owner Brian Forella and developer Philip Poole. The hot topic was the Wreck’s future.



Corrine West

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Corrine West quit school and left her California home when she was 15 to travel with nomadic artists in a converted school bus, looking for something more. Nothing was wrong with her home life — it just wasn’t enough.


Cross Canadian Ragweed

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Cross Canadian Ragweed has delivered great live shows for the past decade, but the band’s CDs usually don’t live up to its promise.



Miles Davis

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Miles Davis was in his mid-forties when he completed his transition from traditionalist to improvisational jazz-funk maestro, and most of his in-between work is captured on Complete On the Corner Sessions, a six-and-a-half-hour...


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...



Unbreakable

He’s been through a lot, but local rapper Smoothvega has a ways to go.
CAROLINE COLLIER
Smoothvega, back-to-back winner of best rap/R&B artist in our annual Music Awards (2006, 2007), wants to make one thing abundantly clear: He is by no means a “gangster rapper.”


Red Stick Ramblers

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Listening to the Red Stick Ramblers’ new album, Made In the Shade, you may get the feeling you’re at a shade-tree party in their native Southern Louisiana, which is no accident.



The Juke Jumpers

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Anyone who’s seen The Juke Jumpers knows the wild, sweaty nights this band can invoke.


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...