Zen and the All-Star
There are nights when I get drunk, and there are nights when I have a drink. In the case of the latter, I find...
Die With Your Boots On
Monday morning, I woke up on the couch in a torso-shaped puddle of sweat. It was one of those moments when I briefly wondered...
Independents Day
As I sat there in the lawn chair watching my friend load the mortar shell, I noticed that for the first Fourth of July...
Whence the Scene?
If you missed it on Sunday, the 13th Annual Fort Worth Weekly Music Awards Festival was pretty awesome. As I left the Stoogeaphilia show...
Don’t Change, Showdown
If there’s one thing I love about dives, it’s the décor. From the Starlite Lounge’s year-round Christmas tinsel to the yellowing caricatures that decorate...
Aloha, J.R. Bentley’s
I hate to admit it, but you notice a lot more things when you’re sober. Now obviously, a lot of this has to do...
Keepin’ it Real at Dos Amigos
I realized the other day that I need to pay more attention to pop music, because in another 10 years, the set lists of...
Blunch
A buddy of mine recently asked for suggestions for Sunday brunch. I started to rattle off my usual list, starting with Reata. (I’ve never...
The Heart of Saturday Night
If I heard it once this week, I heard it a dozen times: “So, didja go to The Where House party?” In case you...
Swirl and Twirl
It’s springtime, and that means frozen-drink weather. Thoughts of icy, sugar- or salt-rimmed beverages make me, um, well, I can’t really say here, but...
