Quentin Moore and Jo La Fo opened. Then the flag fit, the leaf guitar, the cup. Dallas got the bit.
Third and last Texas stop. South Side Ballroom. Same tour as Austin, different room. Dallas did what Dallas does.
A new album, a first co-headline, and an Austin crowd that knew every word.
I had a great time with Obsession. I also spent the whole back half going please do not let anybody love me like that.
Indifferent. Could have lived without the movie existing. Amanda Seyfried deserved better material.
Watched this immediately after the book. Still wow. Still wtf.
Stage Zero. TaTa. Suno, ChatGPT, a backstory, a career. Real women from that zip code are still waiting on a call.
Kirk Franklin, Maverick City, Kierra Sheard, lace socks, choir robes. Gloria Hallelujah Woods never left. She just made…
Earthlings by Sayaka Murata
When the Wolf Comes Home by Nat Cassidy
The Safekeep by Yael van der Wouden
Juvenile in SA. Mary at Moody Center. Those records never left the car. That is not a reunion.
Some Austin rooms I can count. Houston does not make me do that math. I still live here.
Sunday morning and Saturday night use the same voice. I never thought that was a contradiction.
Dinner, parking, a drink within walking distance. The set is two hours. The rest is the evening.
What survived ACL and what I had to take down in a porta-potty line.
Hot at load-in. Cold by song three. I will not wear those shoes again.
I stand in front of the speakers for a living. Foam from the gas station is not a plan.
No removable lens. No video camera. Your phone is fine until it isn’t. This is what gets past the door.
Shows, tours, and festivals we’re covering in Sugar Land.
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