Photo by John Nova LomaxMilton Martin downtown on the corner of Main and McKinneyMilton Martin spends his days blowing his soprano sax from his wheelchair in the bright sun at the corner of Main and McKinney, hard by the assemblage of broken dreams and frustrated town planning that is Main Street Square. Over an everyday assemblage of abject, bullyragging winos, hard-looking dudes with neck tats, and occasional cubicle slaves, Martin's sweet-toned soprano sax can be heard rising with its mocking
The U.S. Navy has an equally strange list of famous musician alumni as any other branch: Two musical laughingstocks and a titan of mournful soul were former midshipmen.
Paging the Purple One... the Eagle Needs You!For Houston music commentators, picking on the sorry state of the city's commercial airwaves is even more fun than sportswriters must have making fun of the Astros. But on the rare occasion a new format does come along - even if it's hardly "new" - it still inspires a glimmer of hope in even the most jaded among us. That's why Rocks Off still can't quite bring ourselves to give up on the Eagle (107.5 FM), "Houston's Classic Hits."
For one thing, morni
Craig HlavatyMonday night's Taylor Hicks show left Aftermath with way more questions than answers, mostly of the existential variety rather than the musical. Our minds were blown, and not in the same "Oh man, I finally got to listen to Zaireeka the other night" kind of way that the Soul Patrol may have been hoping for.
Yes, our minds were blown. But in the kind of way when your brain gets catalyzed after you open one dresser drawer too many and find that your beloved grandparents are each f
Photos by Eric Sauseda
As we enter the second-to-last month of what was been an alternately amazing and confounding year for music, Aftermath has been thinking a lot about recurring themes we have encountered over the past twelve months. Seeing a rock and roll show every other night isn't always some sort magical boozical tour, because the sad part of it is that you start getting complacent - or worse, you become super-hard to impress.
You also pick up vibes from crowd to crowd that most folk
