Dropped a Bomb on Me

Late last Saturday night, I was headed to the Cavern on Lower Greenville for a late-night smackerel when something caught my eyes. Well, not caught them so much as stung them, badly. My throat began to burn in the weirdest, most unnatural way. As I reached the corner of Eight Lounge--a dance club whose doors are usually closed with utter exclusivity, now swung wide open--I noticed the cluster of policemen on the scene.

"What is this?" I asked a bystander as I retreated to the corner, rubbing my eyes.

"Tear gas," the guy said. "Someone sprayed it in the club."

"Jesus!" said one guy, who had just crossed through a plume unknowingly. "You'd think they'd warn us before we walked through it."

At the time, policemen were otherwise occupied interviewing witnesses. The fumes, however, burned up the block and down my esophagus.

"We did respond to an incident regarding an irritant released underneath a table at the club," says Lieutenant Anthony Williams, speaking for the Dallas Police Department. Williams asked that we not refer to the "irritant" as tear gas, a specific chemical often referred to vaguely, until he knows for certain what it was. All I know is: The stuff burns, and some fool ruined my contour eye shadow.

"The irritant cleared the club, and the fire department was called to assist with any injuries," Williams continued. "Although right now, I don't see any injuries." There should be a criminal investigation eventually, but no assignments have been made. Calls made to Eight Lounge were not returned at press time.

Kids, give us a break already. Leave your tear gas--really, any variety of gaseous irritant--at the door.

Recently, I had the distinct pleasure of seeing the East Dallas Acoustic All-Stars at the Barley House. The All-Stars are a collective of local heavy hitters who gather every other Sunday for beer and brotherhood and some of the best stripped-down shows this side of the Clubhouse. Sadly, I missed Doug Burr's early set but arrived just in time to find husband-and-wife team Steven and Sherilyn Collins of Deadman weaving a delicate harmony into their plaintive, country-twinged ballads. What did they sing? Oh, I don't remember. This ain't the kinda place you take notes. Instead, I was left only with impressions: that Kim Pendleton of The Shimmers (formerly Vibrolux) has the kind of sultry cigarette alto that makes quitting smoking hard; that no matter how many times I see Sorta, I still enjoy them; that this city is filled with talented musicians, and I'd love to see more of them on the Barley House stage come Sunday night. The fun begins at 10 p.m. It's a free show. It's a great show. Leave your notebook at the door.

Speaking of Sunday, it's time to pay tribute to the woman who brung ya. For our Mother's Day festivities, my lovely mama and I will be attending the Wildflower Festival in Richardson this weekend. But for those with late-night leanings, there are a few more great shows this weekend. At 9 p.m. Friday, Dan's Silverleaf in Denton hosts a rock-and-roll tribute to mothers, featuring Cordelane, the Tah-Dahs and Fishboy, with each of the members dedicating portions of their sets to their moms. If that's not darling enough for you, Club Dada hosts a benefit for Treasured Friends, a no-kill animal shelter, from 7:30 p.m. to 10:30 p.m. on Sunday. The event features FFTN, Record Hop, the Bomb Almighty and the--once again--Tah-Dahs. The cover is $5. Be there, or be a terrible person.

Something I Just Made Up: Do you like the trivia? Here at Across the Bar we are trivia fanatics, real stubborn-like, too, and we think we know a whole lot more than we actually do. So, in the interest of fun and education (dare we say "infotainment"?), please send trivia questions about local music to [email protected]. No stupid questions about your unknown band, please. I'm looking for genuine trivia, something of interest to all of us. Answers to some of the best questions will be attempted in an upcoming issue. No cheating; promise!

Next week we'll unveil the results of our one-week, 20-act live music marathon. (What was I thinking?!?)

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Sarah Hepola