tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45584657963187834702011-04-21T17:04:15.540-05:00Just another concert goer's reviews.Rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947901274511253270noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558465796318783470.post-31353449941558825572008-05-26T20:52:00.008-05:002008-05-26T21:51:52.281-05:00

Memorial Day weekend I ended up at my dad's house in New Braunfels, TX, and it's just about two miles from Gruene Hall - one of my favorite hang outs. It claims to be "Texas' oldest dance hall," and that may very well be true. The honky-tonk was built in 1878 and adding to it's historical charm, are dozens of autographed headshots of past performers. My favorite is one of Hank Thompson in his

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I started off by only catching the tail end of Tim Fite. The last two songs were musically off, and the two man band was no fun to look at. I did happen to speak with two people who both recently caught Tim at SXSW and were anxious to see him open for Les Claypool. Both laid claim to a really great comedic show. Too bad I didn't do my usual homework and I didn't get to the concert sooner.Les

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This was an awesome energy packed concert - pretty fun for a concert in Houston. Gogol has been described as "gypsy punk" and I'd say that's as close to a description as any, though Mr. Hütz would say the band doesn't have any sort of style but their own. There was an accordion, "Willie Nelson" on violin, and two cute girls jumping around in football tights. Eugene was dressed in tons of layers

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I wasn't actually planning to see New Monsoon last night, and I definitely wasn't dressed (down) accordingly. Eh, who cared? A Lonestar, a seat, and I would be set. I've known this band for almost four years now, so I headed to the Last Concert Cafe for some great familiar music.The venue is set up like somewhat of an outdoor urban oasis right next to the highway, but you'll soon forget that when

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Hailing from New York, Edie Sedgwick gave the tiny audience half an hour of avant-garde hodgepodge. The four piece mismatched band was fueled by the lead singer dragged out to the likes of well, Andy Warhol's muse. He was virile in his short dress, black pantyhose, wig, and beard, just like the band's current myspace picture. Crouching, leaping, and sashaying all over the stage, the entertainer

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We arrived to Tristan on stage pickin' and singin' with her bassist and drummer just after 9 P.M. After grabbing a couple of Lonestars, we headed to the middle of the crowd. The audience seemed to be unusually boisterous; it appeared very few people were really digging her. There was also very little crowd appreciation between songs. I have to admit I wasn't impressed with her seemingly

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We decided to drive straight to Marfa only stopping for food and gas along the way; that's where our West Texas trip would really begin. We headed out on I-10 at 6.30 A.M., making our first real pit stop to stretch our legs and eat in Junction, TX. We both ordered the hamburger steak lunch special at the local hash house, Sunny Cafe & Bakery. After ogling the mountainous displays on the

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Arriving at the CC near 11.15 pm, the place was packed and I immediately spotted the owner blending right in with the decor. I stepped 10 feet inside and ordered my Lonestar. Determined not to let the strep throat I caught the day before ruin the festivities, I settled in the back with a friend anxiously awaiting Dale to take the stage. Our friendly conversation took a backburner when a young

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