I’m supposed to be on vacation! And here it is July, and I’m finally finding time to write about my Free Press Summer Festival experience. Right after FPSF I headed out on an incredible California and Oregon trip to surprise my sister for her birthday, as well as see…
Alright, so I’m going to admit that at this point, four days in, my brain’s pretty much melting from staring at/listening to so many damn bands over the course of this week. But hey, the party can’t stop just because my head hurts, can it? Hell, no…
Boom. There it is, y’all — those crafty people over at {Free Press Houston} just released the lineup (so far, anyway) for this year’s Free Press Summer Fest. Take a look at the poster over there on the right…
It’s gonna be a crazy one, y’all; this weekend is insanely busy, with tons of stuff going on each & every night, starting with tonight, 11/11/11. I swear, it’s just been like that lately — the weekends when not much good is happening have been few & far between…
Hey, all — gotta make it quick, as I’m headed off to some anniversary-celebrating with the wife this evening… Tonight (Friday, March 25th) is one hell of a busy night (er, and day, too), though, so there’s plenty, plenty to check out…
Busy weekend looming on the horizon, but I didn’t want to miss mentioning what’s on tonight, Thursday, July 15th, ’cause some of it’s looking pretty damn good…
As hinted at previously, it’s been a loooong time since I posted up here about all the reviews, interviews, featured bands, & such. That doesn’t mean, though, that we’ve been sleeping — not even a fucking hurricane can keep this li’l e-zine down, y’all. So, in the interests of letting y’all know about all the […]
Often I find myself bemoaning the number of bands skipping Houston on tours, and with a recent history of poor show turn-outs and the Two Gallants incident weighted against the city, I know this unfortunate trend isn’t likely to change overnight. Even bands from our neighboring Austin seem to be giving us the cold shoulder from time to time, making me all the more grateful…
Some bands are just so bizarre they don’t let you look away. I meandered up to Rudyard’s a while back to catch a friend’s band and watched with a mixture of dread and fascination as this motley quartet called The Octopus Project (the opening band, it turned out) spent a half-hour setting up a cluttered mass of instruments, black boxes, and cables…
