Gaaaaah. This week, I swear… If it isn’t the nerve-wracking deadlines at the day job necessitating long, long hours, or family members falling ill, it’s sewage backing up into the shower from a busted line somewhere under the yard. sigh…
Heading into the Labor Day weekend with Friday, September 2nd, and I have to say, I’m feeling pretty psyched, not just about the weekend and not just because it’ll be yours truly’s birthday this coming Saturday, September 3rd…
Damn. First off, yes, I do realize it’s been two freaking weeks since the end of this year’s Free Press Summerfest, and a week-and-a-half since the first installment…
Dammit, dammit, dammit. I tried to post this batch of Free Press Summerfest writeups late last night, but my brain was feeling like Jell-O, and it just didn’t happen…
Doing the show rundown thing a little bit differently this weekend, I know, but it seems to be working okay, so what the hell — let’s keep it rolling, shall we? For tonight (Sat., March 5th) I’ve already talked about a couple of things that’re going on, like the awesomely heavy-sounding lineup…
I’ve been way, way behind on the local music news-type stuff, unfortunately. I have a stupid tendency to just kind of “collect” news I get for long periods of time, waiting ’til there’s enough (in my OCD brain, that is) to post about…
Against all odds, yes, this quartet from the rural down-home-iness of Alvin (just south of H-town) has turned into one of the city’s few true indie success stories. They sent off their self-reeased A Letter to the Sandbox EP off to hipster-cred haven Temporary Residence Limited…
