The rare times you encounter them, eight-piece rock bands are something to behold. You find yourself casting your eyes around the whole stage, wondering whether everybody up there is fully focused, whether anybody’s contribution is getting[…]
As usual, South by Southwest was exhausting, hard on the feet and easy on the ears. This year — once again roughing it on the free, unofficial showcases — I saw a slew of talented performers[…]
Last week, I sporadically watched the Academy Awards. You know: In for the first 20 minutes, off to Netflix for “Schitt’s Creek” and other higher-quality TV, pop back in for a few minutes, back to Netflix, repeat,[…]
It’s a dynasty the New England Patriots would envy. Six championships in 18 years? Try 37 in 37. The Austin Music Awards are in their 37th year, and every single time, Waterloo Records has won[…]
One minute short of the magic 2 a.m. end time, Ringo Deathstarr was done with North America for the rest of the month. After a banter-heavy, loose-bordering-on-ragtag 90-minute Monday night set at Hotel Vegas on[…]
Charlie Faye & the Fayettes either have potential, or their potential’s already been realized. After two albums, it’s honestly hard to say, but I lean toward the former. So far, the Austin vocal trio has[…]
