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Angel Dust at Bass Hall

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Life’s Too Short to Live in Dallas

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Division Intervention

You might say I’ve been feeling the funk a little, and not the kind that comes out of Parliament’s Mothership. More specifically, it’s a...

High-way to Hell

On Saturday night, it finally happened. For the first time in recorded history, I wasn’t the highest person at a Whataburger. That title belonged...

Gobble Gobble at Finn’s

Like Iron Maiden and Mila Kunis, there are lots of good things to say about sandwiches, but they’re not always the best fit for...

The Door Guys of Perception

This cheapskate waiter-hating person I know gave me crap for using this space as a soapbox for the service industry, a crime to which...

Cowtown Bar & Grill: Bust a Move

If there’s one thing that aptly captures the fenced-in ennui of a Monday, it’s getting stuck at a left-turn light that never turns green....

Wired Willy’s Keeps it Classy

Listen, I get why people like The Pour House. If you’re looking to get a really noisy, flashy drunk on, the PH is pretty...

Yupp’s on High

This one time, my friend and I were comparing stories about growing up in our respective youth ministries, laughing at the absurdities, the ironies,...

Steppin’ in It

Last Tuesday, I skipped out on watching Big Mike at The Moon to get out of my comfort zone and try something new, which...

No Overtime for Bikinis

Here’s the thing: I love dive bars and all, but every so often, one’ll give me a case of the willies strong enough to...

Tomcats West: Not a Metal Club

No matter what web site raves over the next Mastodon album, metal rock will always be maligned. I guess that’s probably to be expected...