The Proletariat Goes Out With Class.

Well, Sunday may have been the Proletariat’s last night but Saturday night seemed like the perfect way to close the venue. Now, sure, the Prolee is what some would call a dive. Sure, I remember pulling a poster off a wall once and finding a few German roaches struggling to break free of the [...]

Sunny

Here in Houston it’s been rainy, cold and cloudy – and not the good kind either. No, the weather has been the oppressive, depressing, and bleak kind. Finally, this morning the clouds broke and out came the sun as if God had said “I am tired of this crap too!” So we were treated [...]

Graustraked in the Awesome Color of the Satin Hooks

Sunday, the most dreaded of music nights, where the vile spectre of another workday hangs over every note demanding you be responsible and just simply go to bed. Yet, every once in a while there is a line-up that demands your ass be at the bar and last Sunday was one such show. Yeah, [...]