Remember that girl in middle school? No, not “One-Eyed Olivia.” We’re talking about the girl who owned a horse, and we’re positive you remember her because she made sure everybody in fifth-period lunch heard about her damn horse at least twice a week. Perhaps not every middle school in Texas…
In the spirit of the new year, I have gotten completely wasted on champagne to preview the Club Clearview New Year’s Eve concert, and whoa, dude, I love everybody! This concert is gonna be so cool and so many people will be there and I love the rock ‘n’ roll…
Every year, the barren, icy tundra of wintertime Dallas sparks fear in the hearts of metroplexians. Soon enough, we will have to brace for the utmost terrors caused by the forces of brutal Father Frost. Yes, that’s right: Thermostats will get cranked an extra two degrees warmer. The horror! OK,…
Every once in a while, when I’m preaching the gospel of Dallas music to out-of-towners, some faraway friend asks about the band Doosu. That’s odd for a few reasons, but the biggest one is that this outside-Dallas Doosu chat is more common than inside-Dallas Doosu chat. At least that was…
Talk about timing. Quite a few local bands have album releases pending for spring 2004, leaving many scenesters’ hopes for indie-rock stocking stuffers in the coal pit. But where Chomsky, Pleasant Grove and The Polyphonic Spree have placed their fans in Christmas limbo, [DARYL] has flown in like a sweaty,…
It’s not often we ask a band, “Where did the emo go?” We wouldn’t bid tearful farewells if a band filled with Caucasian, well-to-do musicians gave up on sappy, pseudo-punk tunes, whether they’re whiny like Dashboard Confessional or tolerably upset like Pedro the Lion. So what’s our beef with Slowride?…
Imagine a world where rap-rock never existed. Don’t let the joy overwhelm you, but try to return to the mid-’90s, when kids began to donate their flannel shirts in droves, and bands such as Rage Against the Machine and Korn had barely gained a foothold in American pop culture. Now,…
The moment was so tender that it could rival the memories of the greatest lovers in the world. In that crowded, dusky room, an image of soft, flowing lines stood out in the distance, and we were so impressed that we overcame intimidation to take a better look. Once close…
Ah, the enthusiasm of youth. Sure, some prefer to use the synonym “folly,” but we enthusiastically disagree. See, in our more tender years, we were all about the passion: caring about politics, thinking that love wasn’t a complete bullshit scam invented by Hallmark and studying art history. Yes, we took…
The home shared by Budapest One singer-guitarist Keith Killoren and keyboard player Chad Stockslager leaves little room for interpretation. The living room houses a few shelves dedicated entirely to the Beatles, and Stockslager’s bedroom is plastered with music posters, the most prominent of which feature Elvis Costello, the Who and…
Back in the late ’70s, Ron Howard bolstered his film career with such art-house gems as Eat My Dust! and Grand Theft Auto. These cult classics relied largely on big cars, girls in short-shorts and redneck policemen who always ended car chases by driving into barns. Good stuff. But Howard…
