I emailed METRO.
Thank you for your comments, hours will be extended January 27th from 5 a.m. to 1 a.m. We are testing the remaining 6 trains.
This likely means the last train will leave the south station at midnight.
-b
For those young un’s out there who weren’t out seeing live music in Houston in 1991 (When the likes of Banana Blender Surprise could be seen at Pig Live), there was a local band called The Missiles. They were best known for a song called Can’t get no respect from the Public News. Charlie, the singer/bassist was having a public war with the now defunct but once dominant entertainment weekly. (Charlie is now playing bass for Jesse Dayton)
But I recalled another song on their Atomic Fireball CD which, while written a while ago, is actually Sam‘s theme some. I Wanna be a Sex God.[mp3] Because that’s what being a Rock God is really all about. And it’s nice and guitar heavy, so I know he and Dekan will like it.
As a side note, Bob Hewett, John DeVenezia and I were at the CD release for this at Fitzgerald’s. We were thrashing about the floor, as we were want to do at the time. They had extra tables set a bit close to the stage. One woman was annoyed, I guess at the fact that we were enjoying the music in a way she wasn’t. John accidentally or deliberately, who’s to say, bumped her table. In two seconds she upended her bottle and was yelling at John. The bouncer came over from the top of the stairs in no time flat, and I’m thinking “great, we’re gonna get booted out of here for pissing off some friend/family of the band”. The bouncer grabbed her by the arm and said “let’s go lady”.
After the show he commented to us, “that woman handled that bottle like she was raised at Gilley’s.” Ahh, good times.
-b
rail day 1: shut down entirely too early, strands us in Hermann Park
rail day 2: the mythical 9am – 10pm, ends at 9pm, strands me at the Continental
hopefully they’ll figure out how to schedule some day soon,
-bill
Well, I roused Sister T on Jan 1, and we went to the CC to ride the rail. Ran into Curtis, then AllenAndrea showed up as did Lenicia w/ Joe & Addie. As we were at the middle of the line, we saw many full trains arrive.
Finally, T and I pushed onto one, so we could get to Herman Park. After getting some food, the rash of ringwalds (Dekan/Carrie/Jen) showed up. We hung out there till 5:30, and things closed down. We finagled a ride back to the CC, and then got another ringwald (Sam), Jim Henkle, and David Beebe to join us for a 59 Diner dinner.
The rash went to pick up their equipment from the rain-shortened NYE gig. T and I watched Nightmare Before Christmas, and of course the accompanying Frankenweenie and Vincent from the DVD.
For having zero plan, it was an excellent day.
I just walked down Main downtown for lunch – people everywhere, crowds on the platforms still. I’m, gonna try the trip to CC for happy hour.
-b
a week ago saturday (election day), there was a small snippit about it in today’s City & State section (full story)
But in a nod to his name and his race — thought to be a liability before he managed to win supporters from Houston’s three main ethnic groups — the campaign cranked up an unlikely song: Wild Cherry’s Play That Funky Music (White Boy).
Andrea Greer was a coordinator of the gathering and lobbied against using this song (I agree with her), but she was outvoted.
The Dec. 6 gala had all the makings of the party of the year. The crowd wore everything from dashikis to feather boas, business suits to baseball caps. The unifying elements were the Bill White-heads — paper hats, of sorts, that mocked White’s bald head.Music was provided by the hip local lounge band The El Orbits, who eschewed the White-heads in favor of Santa hats.
-b
I hadn’t been in a while, not really liking the vibe last time I was there.
So, I went last night for Buddacrush, kindof a bluesrock with horns (sax/trombone). I’m not sure if it was the venue or the band, but I didn’t really like them. I was looking for something technical to knock them on, but it wasn’t really there. Initially, there were some high end painfulness in the vocals, but the sound guy fixed that.
When I got there (about 11pm), they were between sets. The interim music was blaring so loudly that I couldn’t hear myself think. And it was subpar crap they were playing too loud. The place was so 281 it was painful.
The Houston Press has a category for Category We Left Out. I think it should be Most Misplaced Bar. I used to think it was the Firehouse, which feels 281 at it’s 2 exits outside the loop address. But now I think Sherlock’s should take that honor.
On my way out, two guys entering: “…but it was an upper management decision…”, and a couple entering, he with his arm over her shoulder, but speaking in his cell phone on the other side of himself. Typifies the vibe of this bar.
Didn’t stay long enough to see the James/Reese Project.
Am I being an ITL snob? I don’t care.
-b