Had enough? Of spring music festivals, I mean. From South by Southwest to this weekend’s continuing Chaos in Tejas downshift, every act wielding a tuba, banjo, bong, or upside down crucifix has trampled our parched patch of burgeoning paradise. Time to chill out, broheme – sistren. Pull up a swimming hole, backyard, or sofa and crack a book. We did, and already the fall stack rises to meet this bookshelf. As spring festivals, tours, and releases recede, do like Bob Seger says: Turn the page.

This article appears in May 30 • 2014.

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San Francisco native Raoul Hernandez crossed the border into Texas on July 2, 1992, and began writing about music for the Chronicle that fall, debuting with an album review of Keith Richards’ Main Offender. By virtue of local show previews – first “Recommendeds,” now calendar picks – his writing’s appeared in almost every issue since 1993.