There’s something about a man in a band. Or who can play the guitar. Or who can sing. Or really who even hangs out with the band. Put a guitar in front of or in the general vicinity of a man and women will drop their panties. Men will drop…
Okay now, hear us out on this one. Last Friday, we ran a piece arguing for the benefits of Denton bringing in a larger, mid-sized music venue to help make the scene a little more robust. Not everybody liked that idea, which is fine; the point of healthy conversation is…
Selma was on my mind again a few days before Martin Luther King Day, for unexpected reasons. I had to call my old friend, Peter Johnson, to ask him to talk to another journalist. He picked up, but he couldn’t stay on the phone long because he was walking out…
Denton has reached critical mass. With so many local bands in its orbit, it was kind of an inevitability. But as the music scene spins on its axis, it lacks a gravitational center to anchor it to the city and keep bands and fans from floating off into the twisting…
For better or for worse, a fair housing case filed by Dallas plaintiffs will be heard by the U.S. Supreme Court next week. It deals with the “disparate impact” doctrine of discrimination — the idea that if you do something that discriminates against protected groups, it doesn’t matter whether it…
Today Dallas is host to a clerical “summit” called “The Reconciled Church: Healing the Racial Rift,” put on by T.D. Jakes of the Potters House in Dallas and Harry Jackson, pastor of Hope Christian Church in Beltsville, Maryland. Something about it seems powerfully counter-intuitive. Rift-healer Jackson is a right-winger who…
When 102.1 FM The Edge killed Mark Schectman’s The Local Edge radio show last August, it left a gaping hole in the Dallas radio landscape. Suddenly the one show that focused entirely on showcasing local talent was gone, and without any explanation. Sure, there’s the excellent Paul Slavens Show over…
Normally I don’t talk about this, but I can see the future. I know ahead of time what’s going to happen. It’s better if we don’t talk about how. It will just scare you. But I happen to know, for example, what Steve Blow is going to write in his…
Some years ago I was brutally chastised by a person who lives in my house for an especially nasty column I wrote about Dallas Morning News columnist Steve Blow and something he said about the Trinity River toll road — that unbuilt monster highway somebody wants to stick on top…
Look, you know the drill. Denton has a tragically hip music scene teeming with talent and potential. And we will be the first to admit that seven archetypes will never quite cover all the bases. But we are invariably bound by similarities and shared idiosyncrasies that help us navigate the…
You saw Stephen Young’s piece last week about kids in Irving being taught to “duck and cover” (dive under their desks) in case of an earthquake. You probably have to be of a certain age (old) to appreciate the cultural importance of duck and cover drills. It’s what we old…
Courtesy of the O’s. The secret is to just keep drinking. Editor: The O’s are an Americana band comprising Taylor Young and John Pedigo. They’ve made the trek to Colorado for the Steamboat Spring MusicFest, where many of the 50 artists on the lineup (and the festival’s 6,000 attendees) are…
Courtesy of the Steamboat Grand HotelThe unlikely birthplace of many-a Texas music collaboration. Editor: The O’s are an Americana band comprising Taylor Young and John Pedigo. They’ve made the trek to Colorado for the Steamboat Spring MusicFest, where many of the 50 artists on the lineup (and the festival’s 6,000…
Thank goodness, maybe Dallas school board President Miguel Solis has found an honorable, face-saving way out of the school board reform thicket that the mayor led us into last spring. Not a moment too soon. Some members of the so-called Home Rule Commission, charged with inventing a whole new way…
Todd PurifoyMusicFest brings 6,000 people to Steamboat Springs for a week each year. Editor: The O’s are an Americana band comprising Taylor Young and John Pedigo. They’ve made the trek to Colorado for the Steamboat Spring MusicFest, where many of the 50 artists on the lineup (and the festival’s 6,000…
Forget about the end times. The real issue is whether 11 earthquakes in 27 hours is enough to poison the jury pool. Remember? In August 2013, a gas drilling company sued us for $30 million — sued our city, that is — for denying fracking permits close to churches, homes…
Can’t go see it. This isn’t funny. I laughed many years ago when a student at SMU where I was an adjunct teacher said to me, “Everything I know about Vietnam, I know from Sylvester Stallone.” The reference, which I did not think was ironic, was to the then recent…
A crow’s eye view of the stray dog problem in Dallas, especially in the city’s often poor and violent southeastern sector, is daunting. We look down on thousands and thousands of dogs running loose through neighborhoods, many in semi-feral packs that strike out fearlessly from lairs in alleys and overgrown…
At this point, the jokes about country music make themselves. There is nothing fresh or relevant about making fun of country music anymore, especially if you’re talking about the unfortunate bro-country subgenre. That doesn’t mean that we’ll stop making jokes about these inept and shirtless knuckle-draggers, but this is where…
Former Dallas Carter High School football player Arthur Muhammad, now a filmmaker, doesn’t know how lucky he is that I failed in my own attempt to get a movie made about the 1988 David W. Carter High School Cowboys. Not that I came close. But it provided me with a…
On Wednesday night in Dallas, this 38 year-old, balding suburbanite and married father of one (with a second child on the way) did something I hadn’t done before. Though I’ve been canvassing the North Texas musical landscape for over 20 years as a fan and, more recently, as a music…
The Dallas Morning News ran a picture earlier this week of Mayor Mike Rawlings with a huge grin on his face while he watched a gigantic mechanical claw rip down a dilapidated house in West Dallas — exactly the grin I might have have had, too, had I been there…
