Kinky Friedman’s songs are known more for their titles than what the music sounds like. “They Ain’t Makin’ Jews Like Jesus Anymore” and “Get Your Biscuits In the Oven & Your Buns In The Bed” appear in article...
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...
Nathan Schneidewent, Titan Moon co-songwriter and guitarist, has just driven back from a Saturday night gig in Shreveport, and, boy, is his voice tired. It’s a grateful weariness, at least for the moment, born of the knowledg...
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 ...
Funk? Check. Jazz? Check. The kitchen sink? Check.
Midlake is another in a long line of famous indie rock bands from Denton. Other wildly successful non-mainstream acts that also hail from our little sister city include: heavy metal accordionist Corn Mo; the greatest band in th...
There are basically two kinds of retro bands — ones that hew closely to the old school, and ones that occasionally flip the script.
Sometimes, a c.d. requires several spins before its tasty subtleties rise to the surface.
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.
Every decade or so, a new regional renegade comes along to symbolize Texas Music’s swaggering side, a la Jerry Jeff Walker in the 1970s, Robert Earl Keen in the ’80s, and Pat Green in the ’90s. Who will we look back on an...