Music

The 2008 True Colors Tour rolls through town this weekend, and, yep, we’ve got tickets for you. Be warned, though, folks, these tickets are probably for the slightly older, more nostalgic set. Oh, and they’re lawn seats, which is unfortunate, too. But, hey, they’re free! And, all things considered, there…

Fort Worth’s The Theater Fire’s got itself a pretty awesome video up on its Myspace page, and–hey look!–it stars Jonathan Tucker, the guy who played the lead in the much-missed, shortly-lived, Paul Haggis-created NBC drama The Black Donnellys. Check it out after the jump:…

This week, armed again with our discman, headphones and camera, we ambushed unsuspecting citizens at The Shops at Legacy in Plano, where we’ll be spending at least part of our weekend. We played our victims the song “(My Head)” by Times New Viking of Columbus, Ohio. The track is on…

Token “band in wooded area” shot! (David Belisle) Maybe you read Darryl Smyer’s piece on Grand Archives in this week’s print edition of DC9. Maybe you enjoyed it. Maybe you thought to yourself, “Heck yeah, I wanna go see this band.” Or maybe you’re still on the fence. Maybe the…

The venue’s off. The concept’s not. (Jen Marlow) We always appreciate it when visual artists and musicians collaborate, whether it’s by putting on a big event, holding a concert in a gallery or museum, or complementing live music with interesting visuals. But we don’t want to overlook the smaller ways…

Dove Hunter, sponsored by Scion. Not really. (Brandon Thibodeaux) This week, in the paper version of DC9, you’ll see a feature on Dove Hunter, the roots- and alt-country-based rock act that will be celebrating the release of its debut disc, The Southern Unknown, on Saturday night at the Double-Wide. As…

Y’know, it really is true: You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. And, boy, has that old adage been rearing its ugly head at Red Blood Club recently. Well, with a twist. Seems this much is true too: You only appreciate what you’ve got when you know it’s…

Usually a “buzzkill” is the last thing a musician wants during a performance. But by the time a fan hopped on the stage at Dan’s Silverleaf on Saturday, June 7, to hold Daniel Folmer’s guitar connection and hopefully suppress the loud 60-cycle hum that had plagued the first half of…

This week, Dove Hunter’s debut release, The Southern Unknown, will finally see the light of day. And it’s about time, ain’t it? It’d be one thing if Dove Hunter were an act we’d never heard of before, an act that was still testing its mettle on small stages in the…

Although Mat Brooke isn’t anxious to talk about his departure from the highly acclaimed Band of Horses, he is still amazed at how quickly his former band gathered critical acclaim and how his new one, Grand Archives, has also managed to appear on the indie radar so rapidly. “Maybe someone…

Upon first listen: amiable and ambitious, a step in the right direction after the overcooked banalities of 2005’s X&Y—which, still, had its share of keepers (“Fix You,” “Till Kingdom Come,” “Low”). Upon second listen: well-produced wallpaper courtesy Brian Eno, who can and will make every band with whom he works…

Fucking Weezer. Rivers C. and the other dudes (till Matt Sharp returns, who cares?) make one-third of a decent record—pure pop for now people, if your “now” happens to be somewhere between the blue debut and Pinkerton. “Troublemaker” goes nowhere, but it’s a catchy rut nonetheless; “Pork and Beans” is…

Austin-based roots rock act The Gourds has a sound that falls squarely between the jammier efforts of the Wakarusa set and the more Americana fare of, say, the Bend Studio set. And while that certainly endears The Gourds’ sound to both crowds, it also places it just outside of each…

With such a generic moniker, it’d be easy to confuse Islands with some Jimmy Buffet cover band hailing out of Denver. But there’s nothing at all common about this Canadian indie rock unit. Full of all the acrimony and pretension it could possibly muster, Islands is a haphazard but intriguing…

Even if you don’t own a single Tom Waits album, you know his immediately recognizable voice, the result of vocal cords made from 40-grit sandpaper soaked in bourbon and cured with cigarette smoke. You know his distinctive flat-fingered piano banging and the clamorous junkyard racket his band makes. You know…

On March 9, 2007, Paul Rudd walked into a room in the Four Seasons Hotel in Austin wearing a faded T-shirt bearing the iconic Boston logo from the band’s 1976 debut—the spaceship with the blue flame, or whatever. “Dig the shirt,” I told Rudd. “It’s for Brad,” said the actor,…

Eric Landrum’s a bit of an anomaly these days—he actually listens to commercial radio. And now he’s making a push to get Dallas’ most discerning listening audiences to do the same. Landrum, who works as promotions and marketing director for the rhythm-based adult contemporary KVMK-FM Movin’ 107.5, has recently undertaken…