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By Merritt Martin
Published on January 17, 2008 at 12:40am
To this day I remain amazed that Bucky Covington made it to 8th freaking place on American Idol. His disdain for hitting any ol' note and his aw-shucks attitude posed a quandary for me: I wanted to punch him in the effed-up teeth but alas, one hand was on the jump forward button and the other was trying to keep my mouth shut and the vomit down. Since those golden memories, he's gotten the chompers capped and a record deal (WTF) but no haircut to satisfy my needs. He can, however, attempt to redeem himself to me (because I'm sure that’s so very important to him) when he plays the Glass Cactus Nightclub, 1501 Gaylord Trail in Grapevine, 8 p.m. Saturday. Tickets are $15. The show is 21 and up. Call 214-373-8000 or visit ticketmaster.com.
Sat., Jan. 19, 8 p.m., 2008
