This sounds pretty damn cool, I have to say… Over the past several years, the stretch of Main St. just on the border between Midtown & The Lands Beyond has become home to some of the neatest, most unique stores, eateries, & whatever else in this whole freaking city…
I spent last night at DiverseWorks, previewing director/artist Brent Green‘s sculpture installation and talking about Gravity Was Everywhere Back Then…
The last time I saw The Hold Steady, they were playing Walter’s to a packed-in crowd of diehard fans and seemingly new converts, and it was — hand on my heart — one of the most amazing shows I’d ever seen…
Listening to Future Islands’ Undressed EP, I feel like I’ve inadvertently walked in on a weird scene in a dimly-lit, avant-garde coffee bar somewhere in the dingy, half-arty part of a city that’s not this one but is perhaps cooler, or more pretentious…
Of all the bands I’ve run across in the past year, few have made as huge an impression as Brooklynites Freelance Whales. I went into the band’s debut album, Weathervanes, totally blind, expecting throwaway Pitchfork-friendly pop…
Every year, the Houston Film Commission curates a 90-minute collection of the six best Texas-made short films. The Film Commission then showcases the collection…
You may’ve heard already, but just in case, be warned/psyched/aware that awesome psych/stoner-rocker dudes the {Linus Pauling Quartet} will be imploding the confines of the {KTRU} studios tonight as part of the ever-entertaining Local Show…
On Friday, November 12th, at Diverseworks, the Catastrophic Theatre will debut the world premier of their adaptation of Pixies singer Black Francis‘ concept album Bluefinger, titled Bluefinger: the Fall and Rise of Herman Brood…
“The most important thing to know about Herman is that he was Dutch, and white. But he wanted to be American, and black.” That was among the first lines I heard as I sat in on rehearsals for the stage play Bluefinger: The Fall and Rise of Herman Brood…
The Mandukhai EP marks Opposite Day’s latest release; they regard it as an EP even though it has nine tracks. What’s so impressive about these guys is to see their growth from disc to disc. Mandukhai marks a crowning achievement to me…
The last time I saw Opposite Day in concert, guitarist/singer Sam Arnold started playing this riff that was so scintillating familiar, yet I couldn’t quite place it. The next thing I knew, they broke out into a rendition of the greatest song ever written…
I like the guys from Opposite Day. I really do. Up in Austin, these guys are kind of local legends. With Sam Arnold on guitar and vocals, Greg Yancey on bass, and Pat Kennedy on drums, they’ve enjoyed a longevity that evades many bands…
It’s Sunday now, October 7th, and in spite of the day’s usual quiet-ness, there’s actually quite a bit going on this evening. I’m still recovering from last night’s Hold Steady show, personally (seriously, you know you’re getting old when you don’t drink anything but a Coke…
I have to say, times like this make me feel pretty damn fortunate. See, when {The Jonx} played their final breakup show last month, I couldn’t go — I was frantically packing to leave town early the next morning and trying to get a dozen things done besides…
Um. Wow. That’s really the only thing that comes to mind when I just sit here & stare at the list of all the ridiculously cool shows going on tonight (Sat., November 6th, that is). It’s like somebody up there decided to torment me personally (real likely, I know)…
I’ve always, always, always wanted to go to this, believe it or not, but it’s just never worked out (and yeah, it won’t this time, either; depending on how sick other members of the fam are, I’ll either be hanging out at home or hitting RenFest)…
Got house-y type stuff to do tonight, so I’ve got to keep this relatively speedy, I’m afraid, but I didn’t want to let yet another night of awesome-looking musical-ness pass me (and you, possibly) by… Before I go into that, though, there’ve been a few noteworthy changes to the various schedules & shows…
Canal Plus‘ and IFC Films‘ new five-hour epic about the international terrorist-revolutionary commonly known as “Carlos the Jackal,” Carlos, remedies everything that’s wrong with American studios’ action movies…
Goldspot’s And The Elephant Is Dancing is one of those albums to always keep nearby to call on for good times or for comfort on those crappy days when everything seems to be falling apart. Siddhartha Khosla’s clear, sweet voice, a broad vocal range…
Deastro creator Randolph Chabot started recording songs in his parents’ basement in Detroit when he was in high school — the usual story of an optimistic young musician. The music he made in those formative years isn’t quite usual, though…
Hey, all — apologies for the lateness of this, but I’ve been knocked-out by a nasty (but apparently somewhat shortlived) cold/flu thing, and just got back on my feet/keyboard. Which sucks, ’cause there’s a lot of cool stuff going on tonight that I’d fully & totally planned on posting about…
For my money, the true talent of Ketch Harbour Wolves lies in the way the band’s able to ride a fine, fine line between swooning, majestic, synth-tinged, Britpop-influenced romanticism and rough-hewn, rural-sounding, half-jangly rootsy indie-rock, evoking both at once…
Perhaps I should have been prepared for the crowd that I encountered at the Ghostland Observatory show last Friday, it being Halloween weekend and all, but walking into a crowd of Lady Gagas and cartoon characters was pretty surreal…
This compilation of the well established techno gang, teaches us that loops and simple 4-x-4 kicks never go out of style, and that’s what this record has…style. It’s probably very unlikely that this duo is popular outside of Germany, especially in the United States…
Very cool. It’s always struck me as weird just how few honest-to-God indie music stores this city has; I mean, we’re Houston, for crying out loud, the fourth-largest city in the damn country, and yet I can think of maybe eight record shops in the whole freaking Houston metro area that sell punk or indie-rock stuff…
