With Kevin Kinney, 8 p.m. Thursday, May 3, at Warehouse Live, 813 St. Emanuel, 713-225-5483 or www.warehouselive.com.
It's hard to choose just one song as Todd Snider's musical calling card, but a halfway decent choice is "Alright Guy," from his 1994 debut Songs for the Daily Planet. He starts that one off by ogling Madonna's Sex book and ends up swearing "maybe I'm dirty and maybe I smoke a little dope / But it ain't like I'm going on TV and tearing up pictures of the Pope." One of the wittiest troubadors anywhere, Snider is a constant thorn in the music business' side with a wicked ear for satire ("Talkin' Seattle Grunge-Rock Blues") and a deep appreciation for music history, calling his 2004 album East Nashville Skyline. As someone who spent part of his youth in Houston and San Marcos, he also has a special affinity for roguish Texas musicians, and last month released Time as We Know It: The Songs of Jerry Jeff Walker — his second album of the spring after March's all-new Agnostic Hymns & Stoner Fables. No slacker this one, Snider is turning out to be a pretty good scamp himself.
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