Normally this cross-referential blogging-about-other-blogs thing kinda irks me -- there's nothing as irritating as following the digital breadcrumb trail of some little blurb back through a half-dozen blogs linking to one another just so you can find out where the hell it originated from -- but what the hell, I'm doing it. Just watch me, punk...

First off, I should note that I think Houston Press Music Editor John Nova Lomax has done more for the state of music in our not-so-fair city than anybody within recent memory, with maybe the exception of the Hands Up! Houston/Super Unison crew. The guy knows his shit, he's passionate about it, and he's willing to cover even local music most respectable news outlets wouldn't have touched with a ten-foot-pole just a few years ago (like, say, H-town hip-hop). I think back to the pre-Lomax days and shudder, remembering how it was about as likely for a local band to get covered in the Press as it would be for said band to be visited at their Francisco's space by Ed McMahon. (Don't get me started on the bad-old-days Chronic, by the way; you kids who bitch about local music coverage have no idea, I swear...)

Lomax has done a lot to change that, and I'm eternally grateful to the guy for it. As a bonus, by the by, he happens to know a hell of a lot about the history of music here in Hell City, and he's started a new blog section over at HouSTONED called Catfish Reef that peels back the years to dig up long-forgotten classics from before relative newcomers like yours truly (it's only been, what? 16 years?) weren't around to witness the first time.

And it's fucking beautiful. Seriously. Go read the posts, then cross your fingers and toes that he keeps it going a while longer, at least. Call me a slavering Press fanboy, if you want, but dammit, Lomax, I'm glad to have you on our side.

Labels: H-Town News, Musical Crap

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