Our debit and credit columns just don’t add up.
Fort Worth isn’t the same place it was as little as five years ago. It’s more populated and developed, sure, but, more importantly, it now has an impenetrable resistance to being casually referred to as Dallas’ little bro...
When an interminably melancholic and arty rock singer-songwriter like Aimee Mann releases an album of yuletide tunes, you have to wonder: Whatever happened to Christmas?
Having a country-rock scene as thriving as the Fort’s spells great news for musical connoisseurs and not-so-great news for artists just emerging into it. In many cases, talent alone doesn’t cut it.
For several years now, I’ve been bitching about the way Texas Music evolved into a bunch of one-trick pony posers.
Every once in a blue moon, a successful local band may find one of its singles in the Billboard Hot 100, a weekly chart of songs whose rankings are based on both airplay and sales.
Telegraph Canyon mines the past for new, novel sounds on All the Good News.
Even though he’s an easy-going guy, Telegraph Canyon’s Chris Johnson has some serious convictions. Last spring, he traveled to Washington, D.C., to take part in an anti-war protest. When uniformed federal “peacekeepers”...
Under the baton of Miguel Harth-Bedoya, Fort Worth Symphony Orchestra has become a vital musical force in the Southwest, challenging even the Dallas Symphony Orchestra for primacy.
As the technology of musical production keeps progressing, so do the opportunities for artistic experimentation, and some artists continue to mix aspects of different genres into wholly new yet oddly familiar types of sounds.
Let’s hear it for the girl! No, scratch that. Let’s hear it for the woman!
And, no, we don’t mean the square downtown. In addition to Californian-via-Fort Worth filmmaker Jesus “Chin” Beltran (see our story last week, “Sundance Kid”), whose short film, The Grass Grows Gre...