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Best Fwends Fworever
Estranged Austin/Fort Worth duo Best Fwends, whose hysterical debut album, Alphabetically Arranged (Moshi Moshi), was recently heralded by Vice as the "Worst Album of the Month,"is taking its retro anti-pop to the overseas equivalent of CMJ, the Iceland Airwaves Festival. After that, the two plan on rummaging through Europe, but there's no telling where they'll end up.

In case you've never caught Best Fwends live, here's a video that sums up the experience. Check out their Myspace page for a killer cover of Necros' "Tarnished Words."

12:53PM Thu. Oct. 4, 2007, Austin Powell Read More | Comment »

Girls Rock Camp Benefit!
In addition to celebrating her 70th birthday tomorrow night at the Continental Club, rockabilly queen Wanda Jackson has signed a Daisy Rock guitar, which will be raffled off to benefit the Girls Rock Camp of Austin. Tickets cost $5. GRC director Emily Marks mentioned over the summer that Jackson may also be involved in the camp next year.

12:08PM Thu. Oct. 4, 2007, Audra Schroeder Read More | Comment »

Collars Were Popped
A sea of camera phones. A gaggle of scantily-clad women on stage. The smell of weed. Yes, it’s the traditional trinity of hip-hop shows, and it was no different for Three 6 Mafia's headlining slot at Stubb's last night, part of Hot 93.3's Meltdown 2007. Although the set was more a medley of songs – some chopped disappointingly short right in the middle – DJ Paul and Juicy J gave the crowd what they wanted to hear, which was “Poppin’ My Collar,” “Slob On My Knob,” “Sippin’ On Syrup,” “Ridin’ Spinners,” “Tear Da Club Up,” "Stay Fly," and the song that won the Memphis duo an Oscar, “It's Hard Out Here For a Pimp.” This was all in 30 minutes.

It’d be impossible, what with their immense, decade-spanning catalog, to squeeze and please everyone (i.e. me) by playing something from, say, the Choices album (i.e. “2-Way Freak,” “Baby Mama”) but they made up for it with the little things: bowel-shaking bass, DJ Paul’s stylish studded leather glovette/kerchief combo, and two male backup dancers who were popping and locking, mirroring what seems to be a current dance renaissance in hip-hop. Watch them feet.

Even the two guys with Insane Clown Posse facepaint were grinding, though not on each other. More photos above.

11:42AM Wed. Oct. 3, 2007, Audra Schroeder Read More | Comment »

Death Takes No Holiday
Death comes much too quickly and silently after a certain age. Last week saw two very unexpected deaths from opposite ends of the local musical spectrum and they’ve provoked myriad thoughts.

The email from singer Libbi Bosworth was short but sad: Did I know Gary Primich had been found dead? No.

Primich was an outstanding harp player, one of the most loved and respected ones. His name was evoked this past weekend in places like Patsy’s Cowgirl Café and the Continental Club. Over on his website, his family and former wife and friend Tina posted notice along with a link to three suggested recipients for memorial donations in lieu of flowers. The Oak Hill House, SIMS Foundation, and Animal Trustees of Austin are the chosen organizations, and fine ones they are.

I talked to Bosworth on the phone for a while that day but she was terribly shell-shocked by the news, having recorded with him before. “When he played, it was like a wild love affair,” she enthused. “I just loved him as a person.”

4:07PM Mon. Oct. 1, 2007, Margaret Moser Read More | Comment »

Calling All Losers
If you watched the season debut of The Bachelor Monday, you might know 34-year-old Brad Womack's the owner of the Chuggin' Monkey and Uncle Flirty's, among other Sixth Street drinking establishments. With all these local bachelor searches lately, the Chronicle's going the opposite direction with our first-ever least-eligible bachelor search. Visit our Bacheloser site to submit someone you feel fits the criteria, or to submit yourself if you're a local male over 18 who might not have a job or a car, but possesses an, you know, "inner" beauty. Visit austinchronicle.com/bacheloser for more details.

4:42PM Fri. Sep. 28, 2007, Audra Schroeder Read More | Comment »

Six Questions for Patricia Vonne
With her third record, Firebird (Bandolera), Patricia Vonne makes good on her potent Texas roots rock and San Antonio heritage. Because she’s fighting laryngitis this week, the singer-songwriter-actress wanted to save her voice for tonight's CD release party at the Continental Club, so we checked in via email.

Geezerville: Firebird opens with "Missing Women," which concerns the murder of hundreds of women in Juarez, Mexico. How did you become involved with the Juarez Project, which strives to shed light on this situation?

Patricia Vonne: When I was performing in Mexico City, I was given a documentary called Senoritas Extraviada by Lourdes Portillo. The graphic descriptions and extent of these inhumane murders haunted me. I traveled to Juarez and met with the mothers of some of the victims who let me in to their tragic world. I felt compelled to write "Missing Women" as a tribute to these innocent forgotten souls and help bring awareness to this ongoing tragedy.

G: Your music is a rather unique combination of Latino and Texas influences. Who are your biggest influences and how did they shape what you do?

12:06PM Fri. Sep. 28, 2007, Jim Caligiuri Read More | Comment »

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Road Dog
The wind has finally blown Amy Annelle, aka the Places, and Ralph White home to Austin.

"The tour was epic and very enjoyable until a bad twist of fate on the way back into town Sunday," Annelle reports. "Ralph's dog Stella got bit in the face by a rattlesnake by the Llano River. She is a trooper and it looks like she is going to make it, but the vet bills are crazy."

The Places and Ralph White host a benefit tonight at Lovejoys. The show is free, but all donations and proceeds will help offset Stella's bills.

1:53PM Thu. Sep. 27, 2007, Austin Powell Read More | Comment »

Spector's Well-Hung Jury
To the surprise of perhaps no one, the three-ring circus known as the Phil Spector murder trial has been declared a mistrial as the jury entered its 12th day of deliberations. Yes, pretty ridiculous, given Spector's past fascination with guns and inclination for assaulting women. Take a look to the right for his hairstyle now as opposed to his infamous bouffant at the start of the trial. If it doesn't scream guilty, I don't know what does.

4:37PM Wed. Sep. 26, 2007, Audra Schroeder Read More | Comment »

Die With Your Boots On
The clean-cut young twentysomething stood over a garbage can near La Zona Rosa’s front entrance and heaved pulpy orange liquid in spasmodic waves. No one paid him any heed.

When he was finished, he straightened, wiped his mouth on his tee sleeve, and exhaled as if to say, "There, that’s done." His eyes were clear, his expression blank, and with renewed vigor, he disappeared back into the compact crowd of mostly underage indie youth, nearly 1,000 strong. Clearly, he wasn’t your father’s metal head.

Onstage, Buffalo quartet Every Time I Die, the third of four bands last night, raged against the machine. Opening with "Buffalo Gals," off the band’s battering new LP The Big Dirty, three of the foursome looked frighteningly collegiate, tatts et al. Frontman Keith Buckley’s higher-register peaks could even be considered screamo. ETID is no emo act, though. Nor are they a Christian group, as were the trio of angsters before and after (Advent, Maylene & the Sons of Disaster, and headliner UnderØath). Hellraiser hooks, hammer and tong dual guitars, and a big bottom: ETID clangs as metal as Nigel St. Hubbins.

6:11PM Tue. Sep. 25, 2007, Raoul Hernandez Read More | Comment »

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