Who knows how this shit works, but there ya go: A Fort Worth artist who doesn’t exactly pound the boards week in and week out gets signed to a major label.
We’re also not saying that getting signed is the be-all/end-all of music –– Fort Worth dudes (and dudettes) whose bands have been on major labels know it’s not exactly all champagne, sirloins, and sex. In fact, most of them say it’s actually the opposite. (Black Label, almonds, and loneliness?)
However, Snow’s signing must sting (even just a little) to the guys (and guy-ettes) who play instruments and bust their butts onstage and in rehearsal constantly. Best of luck to her, though.