For about three minutes Friday night, everything was as it had once been. Maren Morris, who was born and raised in Arlington, about 20 miles to the south and west of where she stood on the Pavilion at Toyota Music Factory’s stage

The Euclid Tavern in Cleveland, which closed in 2018, had a capacity of about 150. Standing before a Dallas audience easily 100 times that size, Dan Auerbach explained how that cozy room led to the vast one in which we all found ourselves on Tuesday night.

Time and again, Alan Jackson has demonstrated a gift for the backward glance. The pull of memory, the golden glow of better days, the first blush of love – the singer-songwriter has shown his ability to evoke nostalgia without succumbing to sentimentality as far back as “I’d Love You All Over Again,”

As the not-quite-capacity audience milled about the Factory in Deep Ellum Friday night, the anticipatory hum of pre-concert excitement in the air

Vulnerability has its limits. Musicians, particularly those adept at excavating the stories of their own lives, can, over time, tire of chipping off another infinitesimal piece of themselves and sharing it,

The wry joke in the Cactus Blossoms’ name becomes apparent the moment the singing starts. As it happened Friday.

Perhaps it’s pointing out the glaringly obvious, but the energy at a Raul Malo concert is markedly different than that of a Mavericks concert.

Stepping inside the Winspear Opera House Wednesday night was like entering a womb. That sensation only intensified as Icelandic post-rock group Sigur Ros filtered onto the stage

It took four songs before Jack White got the reaction he sought.After playing the first three songs of his fourth studio album Fear of the Dawn, in sequence to kick off his Tuesday night concert at the Pavilion at Toyota Music Factory

The moment the first chords of “Can’t Buy Me Love” rang out, the weight of years evaporated. So it was Tuesday night.

As surely as the mercury spikes in May, the Dave Matthews Band will cross a stage in the North Texas summer. DMB, like the Texas Rangers struggling to stay above .500 or heat indexes north of 105 degrees, is a seasonal staple ’round these parts. The Grammy-winning rock band from…

The scale of it all was striking. To watch a band that built its career, at least early on, with sensitive, relatively small tunes, take those deeply felt, finely wrought works, shot through with an acute interiority, and turn them into maximalist, synapse-frying spectacles capable of making an estimated crowd…

Life, as the saying goes, is about the journey, not the destination. Few would probably agree with that axiom more fervently than Miranda Lambert. The Longview native has traveled a circuitous route to superstardom, taking the road less traveled as often out of necessity as by choice. The 38-year-old singer-songwriter…

My Morning Jacket was content to let the music do the talking Thursday night. Stepping onstage at the Factory in Deep Ellum and making, from all I could discern digging around prior to the show, its first appearance in Dallas proper in 14 years, the band – led by wild-maned…

Steady as she goes, Tori Amos walked onto an American concert stage for the first time in five years Wednesday night. Over the ensuing 95 minutes, the 58-year-old singer-songwriter demonstrated precisely how she’s endured through all of pop music’s endless contortions and upheavals: by affixing her sharp eye and keen…

A small, laminated sign hung on the wall behind the merch table. Easy enough to miss amid the various commemorative garments for sale (at, it must be said, eye-watering prices), the breezy note also doubled as a mission statement of sorts: “John says size up for a looser fit.” The…

Gratitude, grief and hope dwell in close proximity these days. Perhaps it has always been this way, or maybe the ongoing pandemic has just made it easier to discern.

There were moments Sunday night, during a sold-out show at The Factory in Deep Ellum, when Beach House allowed itself to be bathed in light.

The British-born, Nashville-based singer-songwriter Yola makes it a point to highlight the slippery stylistic nature of her songs, so much so that her merch booth features a T-shirt emblazoned with the phrase she uses to describe her sound: “Genre-fluid.” (Thirty-five bucks and it’s yours to take home!) Typically, such snappy…