Noise is not for everybody.
Some people hear a jackhammer on the street corner and promptly cover their ears; others hear a subsonic melody and random harmonic movement in the staccato repetition of mechanized machinery.
“Industrial music” is the umbrella term used to describe artists who eschew acoustic or organic instrumentation for equipment like samplers, sequencers, and the odd chunk of found metal. Vocals aren’t so much sung as spoken or bleated repeatedly as if coming from a mi
When you're 23 years old, it's all about smoking dope out of an empty beer can, having sex in the backseat of your car, and watching Soul Train the next morning with a hammer-to-the-forehead hangover. At least, it would've been for me, if I had actually owned my own automobile. That period of my life was spent hitch hiking through an obstacle course of dysfunction. I'm still not sure how I ever made it to the age of 24 after a critical mass of epileptic seizures, pot busts, a rehab stint/interve
Check out our accompanying slideshow for more images from this week's installment of Echoes and Reverberations.Sly Stone was born there. Roy Orbison and Don Henley went to school there. Pat Boone and Dr. Phil even made the scene.
But enough about all that: Let's talk about skronk monkeys trippin' balls at Fry Street Fair. Let's remember the graffiti artists getting sick with the acrylic... and smelly jazz doods rippin' minor scales for eight hours straight in an effort to land a spot in the UNT
When we first reached out to Congresswoman Eddie Bernice Johnson's office last week to discuss the United States Postal Service's study concerning moving some operations from the Dallas Main Post Office to Coppell, we got no response. Then came a brief statement. A few days later, there was this letter Johnson sent to to Marie Therese Dominguez, the USPS's vice president of government relations and public policy. Now, she's moving way up the ladder of command: We just received from her off
