By all that's percussive, holy shit,
here comes what's definitely going to be
The Longest Hammer Choir in Texas.

The monthly alcohol-fueled celebration
of intellectual glory ditches its usual
Alamo Drafthouse Cinema digs and convenes
in the Harry Ransom Center this night

When the Punch Brothers headlined Bass Concert Hall last September, Chris Eldridge got so sick the band was forced to perform as a quartet. Mandolin player Chris Thile recalls they didn't have time to rehearse as a four piece beforehand. “We really had to improvise the show that night,” he says. “It was fun to try and let on that you’re not missing something.”

In anticipation of Top Chef: Texas' premiere tonight at 9pm on Bravo, we suggest you get your drinking games in order. Try visual prompts like pearl snap shirts and ten gallon hats, audios cues like "Don't Mess With Texas" and "everything's bigger in Texas," and you should be drunk by the Quickfire Challenge.

We loved Scott Blackwood's 2009 novel We Agreed to Meet Just Here … and we weren't the only ones. Last week, Blackwood received a $50,000 Whiting Writers' Award, given annually to emerging writers.

The email came hours after we spoke. I'd ended by asking BLACKIE for a photo to run with his interview. “Hey dude can you use this?” he wrote. "I can send you an actual picture, but I'd prefer you to use this image." The image, six white crosses in a triangle on a black background, was cover art for BLACKIE's Oct. debut, True Spirit & Not Giving A Fuck.

Hey, remember those crazy kids from the Old Murder House Theatre we chronicled back in June? They've announced their latest Eighties film to be adapted to a live-action production, and it's a doozy. Think Ice Capades meets goopy alien gore.

What are you gonna do? Talk about Flavor of Love? This is Fun Fun Fun Fest Friday headliner Chuck D of Public Enemy, the guy who coined the term "Black CNN" for hip-hop. You can't talk about Flavor of Love. Hell, there's a decent chance Chuck doesn't even know what Flavor of Love is. But he does know a thing or two about making a music career.

Blood, sex, and rock'n'roll. Whatever images those three words bring to mind, the image is probably fairly close to what went down Saturday evening at The Moody Theater at ACL Live.