By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
By Alice Laussade
By Scott Reitz
The crowd loves it. When "Jodie Foster" starts, one resident makes a break for a side exit but is retrieved by staff. No. 13 shows his appreciation by running in big circles in front of the stage, stopping only to cavort somewhere in the middle ground between dancing and calisthenics. A few couples dance. A young Hispanic guy in glasses stands facing the audience, his hand gripping an invisible mike as he mouths the words. He's smiling beatifically, his eyes shut. His other hand--no doubt holding the invisible mike cord--moves in time with the music.
Spyche is the big surprise. Although she's played with a number of local acts such as Glasspack, Rumble, and 39 Powers, most know her through her stark solo performances; during such recitals she can seem excruciatingly uncomfortable. Here, flanked by heavy velveteen curtains, she's almost strutting, copping rock poses, looking cool, and smiling.
After the last song, the audience rushes up to the lip of the stage, clamoring for autographs, shaking hands, and thanking the band for coming out; some faces are beaming. The band members comply with gusto, making small talk and answering questions, clearly energized by the experience as much as the crowd is. Spyche gets some sort of valentine-cum-manifesto, apparently written in Hittite with thick black marker and several pages long. Then it's time for punch (flavor: red), and then load up and lights out.
"That was great!" Steven exults as the band rolls back out of the gates and onto the highway. Darlington is a young band, to be sure, but the members exude a chummy bonhomie that you hope won't fade. Road stories are swapped--the scary hog-farming skateboarders, the time this girl's highly irritated dad came looking for her--with the zest of Cub Scouts around a campfire.
"Man," Chris says as the Dallas skyline rises up in the big van's bug-spattered windshield. "That was so cool. When can we do it again?"
Darlington will have their record release party for Girltroversy on Saturday, February 21, at the Galaxy Club. The show is all ages and Sixteen Deluxe will also play.
The Calways will celebrate the release of their new album Starting at the End on Thursday, February 26, at the Barley House...The Tomorrowpeople headline this Saturday, February 21, at the Curtain Club. Severely bent electronic experimentalists the Terror Couple will play the middle slot and Jump Rope Girls--Casey Hess and Bob Maloney from Doosu--will open...Lou Ann Barton has been added to the lineup at the Second Annual Texas Independence Day Music Festival at the Sons of Hermann, which commences on Sunday, March 1, at 2 p.m. and runs until midnight. Also on the bill are Bigfoot Johnson, Blanche Fury, Mark Pollock, Cold Blue Steel, Holland K. Smith, Hash Brown, Joe Jonas, and Texas Slim...
Sometimes, when we go out, the giddy spirit of an evening in Deep Ellum overwhelms us. The sights, the smells, the thrill of our brand-new spaghetti-strap evening dress. At such times accuracy can suffer. The night described in the Street Beat of Dallas Observer issue 779 (February 5, "Changing the Course of Empire") stands as a fairly good example, as a matter of fact. Although we had indicated otherwise, Mike Graff is Course of Empire's guitarist, while Vaughan Stevenson is the vocalist. The gentleman associated with the Curtain Club who removed all his memorabilia was not Doug Simmons, but rather Craig DePoi, and the band at Trees playing their set as if serving a death sentence was not Plaid Faction but rather the Drive-By Orchestra.
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