“I was done with men,” said Lola.
Return of the drunken Irish bastard.
The night I joined the rock n’ roll circus
Bobby Keys was the larger-than-life Texan the Rolling Stones had hoped to meet on their first visit to the mythical Lone Star State to play the Teenage World’s Fair in 1964.
Leaving the troubles of this world and going home. But not before leaving a piece of his soul.
By Michael Corcoran Was this really happening? Being marched, handcuffed behind my back, through the crowd of about 5,000 at Waterloo Park, sobered me up and gave me time to think practically. Busted for hitting on a joint a friend passed me, I would certainly be fired from my job as music critic for the […]
I was married for a little while in the ‘90s. Future ex-wife was in the art business, but her previous boyfriend was MC 900-FT Jesus so she knew a little about electronica, jazz and hip hop lite. Didn’t know- or seem to care- anything about the roots and country music I covered for the Dallas […]
This song is about the soul of Austin, Texas being priced out of the market. It doesn’t matter anymore that the music was here first.
Suzanna Choffel got pregnant and broke my heart. I got over it.
This column is from Feb. 2014 Sunday is March 1. MARCH FIRST! People in Austin start freaking out- a mix of horror and excitement- when they flip the calendar and see it’s March. The chest pounds like being in the tunnel before a big football game. The third month means South by Southwest and, godammit, […]