Showdown at the Mall
Writing about music for Fort Worth Weekly has several "perks," such as being called to serve as a judge at 95.9-FM The Ranch's annual...
Return to the Tribe
Spoonfed Tribe is a polarizing band, especially for a lot of locals, who associate the quartet with the worst of jam-band culture: hippies, weed,...
On the Horizon
One of the many (two or three) perks of being a vaunted (unknown) music critic for a million-plus-circulation magazine (Fort Worth Weekly) is getting...
Music Awards: ’08, Here We Come
By 5:30 p.m., the line in front of McDavid Studio looked like a really big mosh pit that had been stretched into a noodle....
Raps from the Yacht Club
Every once in a while, a great, truly progressive, truly talented local novelty (or semi-novelty) band comes along - and then disappears about as...
The Aardvark: The Fresh-Maker
A new look for the Aardvark is on the way. The longtime rock-scene staple is undergoing a facelift that owner Danny Weaver expects to...
A Music-Lover’s Manifesto
I'm worried. There's this book out now by famed socio-economist Francis Fukuyama that confirms everything I've feared about hipster retro-culture.
See, as technology makes possible...
Coping in Cow-land
It's been a while since I've seen Scott Copeland. I don't know if the longtime singer-songwriter's playing the Wreck Room on a regular basis...
Dancin’ Days are Here Again
Seems like just last week we were wrapping up our annual Music Awards - I can't believe they're back. (If you could hear my...
Early Man
Last week, fellow Weekly columnist Last Call wrote a valentine to a relatively new sports bar, Rock Star, out on South I-35 in the...
