The Wreck Room: 1997-2007

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.

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.

Jamie Richards

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With his smooth-as-milk country voice, Jamie Richards delivers 14 songs about love, lost love, whiskey, and his mom on the Fort Worth-recorded Drive, whose roots are in the successful George Strait-inspired school of music.

Newgrass, New Guard

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 Juke Jumpers

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


He’s been through a lot, but local rapper Smoothvega has a ways to go.
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.”

Wall of Sound Wrap-Up

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...

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...

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.

Play Him

Fort Worth’s Black Ace is still The Boss Card in Your Hand — and yours and yours and yours ...
A bout this time of year in 1960, a young, blond California high-school teacher named Chris Strachwitz got off a bus in Fort Worth’s historic Stop Six neighborhood and approached a group of dice players on a busy street corner.