DC9er Mixtape, Vol. 40: LehtMoJoe

Like most babies from the ’80s who grew up with an ear for music, Vincent Sliva dedicated hours of his youth to recording his favorite songs off the radio onto cassette tapes. But rather than just playing them back on his boombox, he tried to sync the songs up with…

Picture Show: Locals Only with Bravo, Max! and Analog Rebellion

Around 9 p.m. last night, the Mavericks were finishing up the first half, warm peanuts sat in a barrel at Jack Daniels Saloon, and Bravo, Max! began tuning up for Locals Only, part deux. Meanwhile, the mechanical bull was chucking back and forth on the patio.A quick recap: Locals Only…

Ten Songs To Get You Through Finals Week

It’s finals week. We know you’re burnt out. You’re most likely to respond to anything anyone says to you with unintelligible grunts. Your brain is full. So: How to keep motivated while cramming for that communications exam that you had the whole semester to study for, but didn’t started getting…

The Problem With… Beyonce’s “Run the World (Girls)”

After a year away from music, Mrs. Shawn Carter is now looking to get back on the spotlight. Tracks from the 2008 release I Am… Sasha Fierce endured for a while. With “Video Phone,” she pushed the gadget industry to include video phone functionality, which the iPhone eventually did. “Single…

Last Night: Kylie Minogue at Verizon Theatre

Kylie Minogue Verizon Theatre at Grand Prairie May 18, 2011 Better than: Tuesday Karaoke night at the Cedar Rapids Holiday Inn where the cocktail special is that they have cocktails. The drinks were fruity. The guys were hot. And the atmosphere was Saturday night at a fabulous gay dance club,…

The Black Angels, Sleepy Sun, True Widow

From their name (lifted from “The Black Angel’s Death Song”) to their sound, there’s little doubt that Austin’s The Black Angels adore the Velvet Underground. Indeed, the first song childhood chums frontman Alex Maas and guitarist Christian Bland ever performed together live was “I’m Waiting for the Man.” And, while…

John Vanderslice, Daniel Hart

Just as Sinatra was synonymous with nightclubs, you imagine John Vanderslice in a wine bar. His music lingers like smoke, its pretty orchestral overtones gently spiraling upward with cinematic grace and understated sophistication. It’s not so much grand as refined. He’s careful not to overplay his hand; the music’s measured…

The Homegrown Fest Bore Some Nice Fruits

Maybe it’s just because this year’s offering didn’t come on as sweltering an afternoon as last year’s inaugural affair did—and, in turn, instead of staring down at my sweat-soaked shirt, I was glancing around at the visual splendor of downtown Dallas—but, man, Saturday’s second annual Homegrown Music and Art Festival…

At A&R Records, Business Was Reignited by the Flaming Lips

It’s a Saturday morning—one of those almost painfully beautiful ones—and Stan Getz is stuck inside a warehouse on Riverfront Boulevard. There are worse fates. Getz knows this firsthand. Just a few years back, the machines at A&R Records, the vinyl record press Getz owns and operates with the help of…

Sundress Start Heating Up

Last time Denton’s Sundress released a disc, they were a band in flux. Having recently undergone a name change and a lineup shuffle, the band was just beginning to get acclimated with its members and its sound. So, in many ways, this sentiment from frontman Ryan McAdams is no surprise:…

Primus, Dirtfoot

Amazingly popular for a band that lists Frank Zappa and The Residents as influences, Primus have somehow sold a ton of albums, garnered a relatively large audience and pieced together a rather remarkable 25-year career. How Primus’ smart-ass funk-metal has managed to strike a chord with both punks and fraternity…

My Chemical Romance Shed Their Emo Roots

Call My Chemical Romance anything you like. Talented. Petulant. Even sell-outs. Just don’t call them emo. “All emo means, to me, is being emotionally disturbed and having really bad hair,” says guitarist Frank Iero, who, like singer Gerard Way, has been consistently outspoken when it comes to folks not calling…

Do You Believe In Here We Go Magic?

Luke Temple sounds like he’s in the middle of an afternoon party—as he talks over the phone, his sentences are cut off with background laughter and shouts of glee. In reality, he’s just in a van with his four fellow musicians from Here We Go Magic, rolling down the highway…