And here is the final installment of David Beebe and John Lomax's 20-plus mile hike from Intercontinental Airport to Spanish Flowers restaurant. Part one is here and part two is here.David Beebe's accounts of the same hike are here and here.Airline's furthest reaches are lined by sprawling and run-down '70s apartment complexes. And yet there's a weirdly rural feel in patches. The 281 area code hangs on for a longer time than you would expect, and there are plenty of fireworks stands, as a swath
Every so often, when Rocks Off is lucky enough to spend an evening at home, he'll dig up a pen and paper and start scratching away. So it was Monday night...Joshua Black WilkinsHere Comes Trouble: Th' Legendary Shack ShakersThe longer you're in this business, the more you learn to appreciate the nights when no one goes out. Rather, the nights when the only people who go out are the people who spend the rest of the week taking food and drink orders from weekend warriors and dilettantes. Indust
Rocks Off has been a fan of Robert Earl Keen since we heard 1994's Gringo Honeymoon, and we've really been a fan since we heard his previous album, A Bigger Piece of Sky, shortly thereafter. We got Keen's latest album, The Rose Hotel (Lost Highway), in the mail this week, and after a few listens, think it's his best since 2001's Gravitational Forces. (He'll be at House of Blues December 28, by the way; tickets go on sale tomorrow.)
Rose Hotel closes with "Wireless In Heaven," a spirited blueg
If The Late Show with David Letterman hasn't seemed very funny lately, it's probably because Dave has been spending more time apologizing for banging his subordinates than he has making fun of Paul Shaffer. Admittedly, it was a bold move: coming forward and confessing his past missteps in order to expose the extortion attempt against him. Then again, the guy blackmailing him tried to cash a $2 million check; obviously we're not dealing with Professor Moriarty.
In the spirit of Letterman's most
Markus CuffHonky-tonk man and recent Houston transplant Mike Stinson knows a thing or two about a bottle. Lonesome Onry and Mean asked him to list his all-time favorite drinking songs, many of which you will no doubt hear this evening at Under the Volcano.
"So many classic drinking songs, I could put together a box set in a hurry," Stinson says, "but here are a few of my faves."
1. Webb Pierce, "There Stands The Glass"
"The first song I sang at my very first show. So grateful that no tape exi
LOM's dad loves to tell a story about being at the Petroleum Club in London in 1978 when Darrell McCall's "Lily Dale" came on the sound system. Some wiry little guy stood up on a chair and hollered, "Shut up, you Limey sons of bitches, they're playing the Texas National Anthem."
"I thought surely someone is just going to throw him through the window, but nothing happened. And the place got quiet and people listened."
Boorish? Sure. A caricature of the overbearing ugly Texan? Obviously. True? I
