By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Anna Merlan
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By Alice Laussade
By Scott Reitz
Partners in kind: Two months ago, local songwriter Jayson Bales called us up with little more than an idea and a dream--to help local musicians with legal, medical and financial counsel, the kinds of things full-time musicians without insurance can use in droves. After a successful organizational meeting in February, his idea comes to fruition in astonishingly quick fashion: Dallas Music Partners unveils its first forum and counseling session at the Granada Theater on Sunday from noon to 3 p.m. The volunteer-driven event will be full of CPAs, physicians and attorneys who will give broad advice in forums, along with one-on-one help after each separate panel has ended. These opportunities don't come often for musicians in Dallas, so don't be a dummy--get out of bed by 11 a.m. on Sunday, drink some coffee, grab your tax forms and get the hell to the Granada.
Interestingly enough, the press releases list "music journalists" among the types of people invited to the event. Who knows? Maybe DMP can hook up the poor folks at And Another Thing with that kidney we've always wanted.
After recognizing Bailey's disapproval of The Believer ("I respect Noah's opinion and his right to said opinion. Hell, I've endured the opinions of more Observer writers than I can remember"), he goes on to...pimp his upcoming tour stop in Dallas this weekend. It's a very kind letter, really, and self-mocking to boot--"Heck, I get sick of myself sometimes, especially during label-orchestrated media blitzes such as the one I'm currently spearheading." But the letter basically says, "You guys reviewed my record. Not the best review. Come see me!"
We were gonna plug the show anyway, Rhett. After all, the second of two shows (both are with his solo band the Believers, not with the Old 97's) at Sons of Hermann Hall on Friday and Saturday marks the 20th anniversary of the first club show Miller ever played, "alongside Peter Schmidt's awesome band Three on a Hill and my fellow 97 Murry Hammond's Peyote Cowboys," so the letter wasn't exactly necessary. But it's nice to get a few quotes--and a "no hard feelings" sentiment--in addition. Just warn us when you're about to play "Question" so we can excuse ourselves, please.