Martin House Brewing Company
Fort Worth, Texas
Band at Martin House
Martin House Brewing Company
Fort Worth, Texas
Martin House Brewing Company
Fort Worth, Texas
I’ll tell you ’bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft drivin’, slow and mad, like some new languageNow, listen to this, and I’ll tell you ’bout the Texas
I’ll tell you ’bout the Texas Radio
I’ll tell you ’bout the hopeless night
Wandering the Western dream
Tell you ’bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
—-The WASP, Jim Morrison
Band Photo
At the Lakewood Brewing Company one year anniversary party at Goodfriend.
I was digging around some directories of old and not-so-old photos and came across some I liked.
These were taken of my newest favorite band, Home by Hovercraft. I had taken some pictures of them at the Setlist on the Green, but between my poor camera and poorer skills, it was tough to get decent shots at night. This set was in the daylight at the Deep Ellum Arts Festival – they played before Brave Combo.
I really like their theatrical and playful, yet musical style. Any band using an Irish Dancer on a piece of gym floor for rhythm has to be good.
Their album, Are We Chameleons? is firmly entrenched in my current listening selections – Amazon Link.
There is nothing better than good, live, local music – especially in Texas. Here’s some photos of Sugarfoote & Company at the Saturday Brewery Tour at the Deep Ellum Brewing Company.
I have always been fascinated by the armored utility pole. That’s a wooden cylinder – lights, power, telephone – that has been used as a guerrilla bulletin board for so long, had so many handbills stapled to it, that it has become covered in steel. You see these in the cool, hip neighborhoods – places with a lot of bars and live music. Places where folks run along with staple guns and stacks of freshly printed band flyers and click… click, there’s another one.
It’s generally illegal and the streets department takes them down… but look at the poles.
What is the ultimate end of this? Can a pole have so many staples in it that there can be no more shot in? The accretion of metal – the slow sculpting – the combination of nature and man-made steel violence… it’s life in a nutshell, posted up there for everyone to see.
Here’s one I saw the other day. A pole densely festooned with staples – then a big chunk is taken out by a careening car – a collision hard enough to split of a healthy sliver but not enough to take down the pole. The fresh wood is exposed and, soon enough, the staples start reproducing. In a year or so the wound will be completely healed.