Tonight, the Granada Theater stage will play host to two very distinct conventions of typical performance abandonment. One will be intricately oddball. The other will revisit a quintessential performance by one of the most revered and unapologetically adorable new-wave bands of the ’80s. The rare occurrence of witnessing, nay, experiencing,…
As David Guetta closed out the first-ever Suburbia Music Festival in Plano during the early-evening hours of Sunday, the level of chaos was directly dependent on your proximity to the stage. Directly underneath the stage lights, the shoulder-to-shoulder energy of the dancing festival-goers could have been straight out of a…
Handing out flyers for your band’s show, that somewhat ineffective attempt to attract even a handful of people to attend, is one thing. Doing so under the nose of Denton County Jail officials is entirely another. “I was afraid they weren’t going to send them out. They read all of…
Thirty years ago this week, The Smiths released their self-titled debut. It arrived at a time when every bass groove, dissonant guitar and echo-ey drum machine rhythm that would become identified with late ’70s and early ’80s post-punk music was at its peak. However, this debut also represented a new…
Yesterday, a deadline loomed. La Rondalla, a free after-school music program for students in Oak Cliff and Dallas, was running out of funding options, and a Kickstarter campaign spearheaded by founder Dennis Gonzalez was still shy of its goal of $15,000. But with time winding down, the meter tipped north…
It’s easy to find a brief night of escapism through live local music at one of Denton’s staple establishments, Rubber Gloves Rehearsal Studios. It’s usually a safe bet that when you enter the doors of this time-honored venue on Sycamore Street you won’t be talking over some band’s rendition of…
As I watched a rather glowing and melodic performance by Black James Franco in the late evening at a fairly packed Hailey’s, I pondered something: Why would a Dentonite attend a festival composed mostly of artists and musicians who play somewhat regularly, sometimes for free, on any other given night…
Uninsured persons with serious medical conditions are already fighting against the odds of the hand they were dealt. Treatment and support are the only two things necessary for recovery, and for those who lack insurance, support is the lifeline that must come first, and can be found through surprising means,…
Thousands of years ago, primitive man performed their music near the campfire. Flash forward some thousand more years, and the “live show” (for most of the time, just the only way you could hear music) was later housed in churches or the castles and courtyards of the Renaissance age. Flash…
Last night, one of the most renowned post-punk bassists of all time sat in with The Roots on Late Night With Jimmy Fallon. I can’t think of a more random gathering of talents under one roof, though admittedly this sort of thing does seem to happen on Fallon. When the…
A trip to a venue bathroom is usually a haphazard (and possibly hazardous) experience. “Just get it over with so you can make it back in time to order another drink before the band plays their next song,” is usually all that is involved in the live music bathroom planning…
My Bloody Valentine | New Fumes Saturday, August 17, 2013 Verizon Theatre There is a universal truth about My Bloody Valentine, agreed upon by nearly everything ever written about them. They play ridiculously loud. It was at about two thirds of their way into “A New You,” a soft poppy…
Turning 50 is certainly not old by today’s standards. But rock & roll conventionally has a different scale. After all, at that age who wants to even go to a concert, much less embark on a nationwide tour performing hit songs you wrote half a lifetime ago? Lots of people,…
How do you differentiate an Ariel Pink fan from others? Take a snap shot of any average street corner in your downtown area and pretty much anyone in frame would fit into last night’s crowd at Trees. From the average goth kid to the plain-clothed middle-aged suburbanite, you cannot pigeon-hole…
