Newly Austin-based singer/songwriter Stephanie Briggs, better known as Little Brave stopped by the 41 Entertainment Studios in Addison to shoot some performances for her upcoming cameo on Troubadour, TX.
Posted by Giovanni Gallucci | August 7th, 2011 at 12:24 am
Posted by Laura Stillo | May 25th, 2011 at 2:23 pm
I’m certain that Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge didn’t leave my Toyota Highlander’s 6-CD changer for the entirety of my sophomore year of high school. This was probably before I owned an iPod, or had a subscription to Rolling Stone; but I knew my Converse sneakers, inked with sharpie-drawn checkerboard patterns, reflected the type of music found on the 2004 album that drove around with me every place frequented by sixteen year-olds on Wednesday afternoons. (Like, student government meetings.)
This past weekend, My Chemical Romance invaded Dallas for two full days, parading in alternative garb across the House of Blues main stage for back-to-back nights of danger and darkness. Frontman Gerard Way sounded brilliant (save for retreating to his lower register during “I’m Not Okay (I Promise)”), but lacked a certain deranged energy that I imagine usually pairs with MCR shows. As I was present for night two of the Dallas excursion, Way may have exhausted his adrenaline during Saturday’s show. I guess I expected to see the whites of his eyes a little more. (more…)
Posted by Laura Stillo | May 3rd, 2011 at 4:43 pm
Edgefest is like Six Flags for music fans. It’s hot, totally crowded, and smells like funnel cake. But you don’t care because Weezer is on stage taking the form of Batman The Ride and Jane’s Addiction gives you whiplash like the stomach-churning Titan, and your ‘go fast’ pass doesn’t expire until the park closes with the final blow of the amplifiers and your 12-hour beer buzz has finally worn off. Heavy.
“Brendon Urie, will you marry me?” reads a sign in the audience for the Panic! At The Disco frontman. Panic! exploded all over mainstream radio in 2006 in the form of top hats, canes and odd circus folk dressed in violet crushed velvet tuxedos. “We’re going to try to sweat a little more than you guys, if that’s possible,” said Urie, wearing the traditional Panic! garb of tight vests and white shirts. The energy was totally there, but his upper register was just left of par. Like if Tiger Woods accidentally rotated his stance five degrees west. (more…)