"There comes a time when nothing seems clear. Passed out on the front porch with a head full of beer." It doesn't get any truer than Slobberbone's "Front Porch"--sung with Brent Best's hardscrabble twang and grit, it was the porch that birthed a thousand house parties. As the Denton music legends wind down a banner 13-year run with a two-night home-court grand finale at Dan's Silverleaf, there has been an outpouring of gratitude and support from admirers the world over, particularly from the Denton music community--and not just from the many who have been drunk on that fabled front porch. Slobberbone more or less put Denton on the national music map in the mid-'90s, ascending from gigs at the back of a beer store to tours with Cheap Trick and spearheading a national alt-country groundswell within a few short years of the group's humble beginning. This is the only band that nailed Jay Farrar and Jeff Tweedy's early vision of Uncle Tupelo--a seamless mix of old country, punk and garage rock delivered with bone-cutting sincerity. Slobberbone is Crazy Horse colliding with the heart-on-sleeve, fall-on-the-floor Midwestern punk of the Replacements and Hüsker Dü--with a little more country. As I was growing up in Fort Worth, Slobberbone wormed its way into my consciousness alongside the Von Erich family, late Rangers broadcaster Mark Holtz and the Trophy Nissan rap. But don't take my word for it. Ask the fans, the ones who have been there from the beginning and those who discovered... More >>>