It happens every now and again: An interloper breaks into our homes to remind us of all the things we forgot we cared about. Doesn’t steal nothing–borrows, maybe–but wakes us from our slumber long enough to remember that, yeah, maybe there are a few things lying around the house we…
From Webster’s Encyclopedic Unabridged Dictionary of the English Language: crap (krap), n. Slang. 1. Vulgar. excrement. 2. nonsense; drivel: Man, don’t hand me that crap. 3. a lie; an exaggeration: Bah, you don’t believe that crap, do you? 4. refuse; rubbish; junk; litter: Will you clean up that crap? 5…
Although some still think of her as the woman who used to wear baggy denim overalls and pluck the fiddle in John Mellencamp’s backing band, Lisa Germano now finds herself in sympathetic artistic company. She’s come into her own as the aesthetic dysfunctional soul-sister to the eels’ E, Michael Penn,…
You know what they say about April showers: They bring dour indie-rock duos from the U.K. to the Dallas-Fort Worth area for intimate shows at crowded nightclubs. Arab Strap, perhaps the U.K.’s premier dour indie-rock duo, turn up opening for Bright Eyes on Wednesday night at Trees, and while that…
8.0: This bar-meets-lounge-meets-concert stage provides great nights on the tree-shaded patio. As one of the only music venues in Fort Worth that mixes local music outdoors with a great indoor bar, its home to cool weekend nights in the heart of Sundance Square. 111 E Third St, Fort Worth, 817-336-0880…
8 p.m. EST, Monday, March 17 In the lobby of the Radisson Deauville, on the eve of the Winter Music Conference, the music stops when President Buzzkill addresses the world. The face of George Bush replaces the Dirty Vegas video on the big-screen TVs in the center of the lobby…
If Kelly Osbourne had different parents, we wouldn’t be talking. In some ways, she almost wishes that were the case. She could do without all the attention, the fans on the street who pester her with questions, the journalists on the phone who badger her with slightly more professional versions…
When Joe Tillotson and his investors (including Scott Cecil and Richard Winfield) opened a bar in the Knox-Henderson area a decade ago, they were taking a chance. There wasn’t much there in the way of nightlife, and it didn’t look like there would be anytime soon. Take a look at…
Indie rock’s most enduring institution has reaped more praise than it can handle: With a collective fear of striking a false note that borders on the paranoid, and an equivalently intense aesthetic curiosity, the trio of Ira Kaplan, Georgia Hubley and James McNew practically defines the word “credibility.” At least…
Since last she was heard from seven years ago, when she made do with demos, Rosanne Cash killed time by filling the pages of children’s books and Martha Stewart Living, where she penned a piece about the allure of the lullaby; also tossed on the bookshelf was a songwriters-without-the-songs anthology…
After a year spent in trend-piece captivity, finally, fortunately, the White Stripes get to be a band again. And a better one, as it turns out. All those pats on the back from the suits at MTV and Clear Channel must have felt like knives to Jack and Meg White,…
Write a song. Write 10 more. Find three guys (or girls–sorry) to play them with you. Play your first show on a Wednesday night, part of a three-bands-for-three-bucks bill. Do this a dozen times until you finally hook onto a decent show. Do this a dozen more times before someone…
The Postal Service is the long-distance collaboration between Death Cab for Cutie front man Benjamin Gibbard and electronic-music producer Jimmy Tamborello, who sometimes records under the name Dntel. The pair met when Gibbard contributed vocals to “(This Is) the Dream of Evan and Chan,” a tune from Dntel’s Life is…
Openly flouting the normally dependable rules of physics and the universe, the stocky, short-of-hair Minnesotan known as Har Mar Superstar has somehow transcended the indie-rock in-joke situation his first Kill Rock Stars disc virtually guaranteed; his current album, You Can Feel Me, arrives via a new Warner Bros. imprint called…
A month ago (Scene, Heard, February 27–see, told you), we broke the news about Curtain Club buying Club Clearview and what that meant for the local music community. If you don’t remember, we’ll quote ourselves: “Curtain taking over Clearview is good news, because 1) we had heard from very reliable…
This is, more than likely, the biggest crowd that has ever seen Radiant* in Deep Ellum. The place is beyond packed, and there’s a line streaming out the front door onto the sidewalk. They probably won’t all make it inside before the group is finished. The members of the band–singer-guitarist…
In its April issue, Spin ran its list of the “40 best artists making music right now.” While we agreed with some of the picks, we feel it’s never a bad idea to play devil’s advocate. 1. Eminem They say: Hip-hop’s hottest MC is also America’s favorite soccer dad–he can…
Two chances this week to lose yourself in the music, the moment; you own them, you better never let them go. The big name, of course, is Sigur Rós, the much-heralded Icelandic troupe of teary tone poets who sing in their own language, eschew pesky album titles and favor long-ass…
It’s nearly impossible to believe now, but there was a time when the music this man made felt urgent, necessary even. As front man of beleaguered British stargazers the Verve, singer/cheekbone-booster Richard Ashcroft piloted the group to musical I-won’t-say-riches that made more ephemeral baubles by Blur and Suede seem like…
The reaction to Steve Malkmus’ eponymous 2001 debut was astonishingly consistent. “Whew,” sighed hardcore Pavement fans: Malkmus was a little poppier, a little more straightforward than any Pavement recording, but it still sounded like Pavement. Non-fans seemed likewise relieved: The wordplay made actual sense, and you could even hum along…
In Lisa Cholodenko’s new film Laurel Canyon, Frances McDormand plays a graying record producer holed up in her boho-funky L.A. hideaway with an unnamed English rock band trying to create mellow radio gold that doesn’t stint on genuine emotion. If you discount the fact that they’ll never get played on…
With her car wheels on Lucinda Williams’ gravel road following Steve Earle to Guitar Town, Kathleen Edwards’ debut has a backseat full of drinking songs, but not in an I’ve-got-friends-in-low-places way. More like: She’s the friend in a low place, at the bottom of a bottle, in a dirty hotel…
