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Troubadour

I’m at the end of the tour. Hovering just under 4 weeks out, in Little Rock.  The other musicians are in and out of a hotel day room. Showering. Resting. Calling loved ones at home. Lounging on the bus. Getting ready for tomorrow’s flights. Everyone’s a little edgy, a little somber, and more than a little…

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Troubadour

Thoughts From 39,000   Last month I got emotionally heavy. Getting those feelings off my mind is good though. I need that every now and again. Like a sad song, these thoughts can build inside of me and need to be processed out even when I’m in a good mood. And life has been good for…

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The Sweetest Sound

Meet Emma Rudkin: musician, rising sophomore at UTSA, Young Life leader, Miss San Antonio, and, since age three, deaf. After 10 years of speech therapy, she speaks perfectly and sings beautifully. Rudkin has used her disability as a platform to share her faith and reach out to deaf children across the United States. When Emma…

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Troubadour

Brian I rolled over, checked my phone and found a text from Brian. I was lying on the bed in my jeans. Listening to the fan. The other guys were out at a movie, so I wasn’t expecting to hear from anyone.   After spending the evening in the hotel watching TV, ordering pizza, sleeping and…

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Troubadour

A LONG TRIP I’m going to tell you about a trip when our friend, Jack, drove the three of us through a long western night, determined to get us all home in one 35-hour go. The first hours were the easiest. No matter how tough or grueling a tour is, I always get a boost…

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The Troubadour

“Where is this going?”  My words hung unanswered in the dark of the van. The road felt endless that night. The last few miles to the club was a beat up gravel track down a red brick alley, getting narrower and narrower. “…beep….beep…” Our GPS was freaking out, endlessly beeping and saying “…reconnecting.” Abe drove…

The Troubadour

Always Moving “There are always problems… s*** inevitably falls apart on you all the time… when you don’t expect it man. You know right when you think you can’t handle one more thing, just one more thing… you get this little push to see, just to see if they can bend you a little bit farther.” He…

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SXSW

Creative mecca, South by Southwest (SXSW) kicks off every spring break for the crowd that would rather have their minds blown by the freshest technology, film, and music instead of altered by beer bongs and keg stands on a beach. The first half of the 10-day festival is a marketing frenzy for budding startups as…

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Troubadour

After the last note, I took a breath.   Two big lights came on above the audience pointing in on us: the band, the full stage, our gear, the interview chairs, the desk with the famous blue late-night coffee mug positioned at the edge. One camera swung between me and the audience. It was only one…

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Troubadour

My brothers and I had driven up to Austin from San Antonio early in the morning. Feeling high. Feeling invincible. Though the traffic was bad. Though the sky was ready for rain. Though we had a hard time parking. All I was thinking was, ‘this is happening… this is really happening.’ Our first official meeting with…

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Troubadour

A beautiful golden bear of an alarm clock named Bella came ringing her collar into the den. I was hiding under a pile of blankets and pillows when she managed to sniff my face out from all of it. I tried to ignore her and get back to a dream. Back in Texas, warm sunlight, a…

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Masters of Musical Presentation

The Canadian Brass is the ultimate “numbers” game. What other brass quintet can boast over 60,000 online followers, 7,000 live appearances, 132 releases and millions of television viewers?  If you have ever heard a recording of a brass quintet performing Christmas Carols then you have heard The Canadian Brass. Meet the Artists  Legendary Chuck Daellenbach,…

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Troubadour

“Don’t you have anything for us?” Sitting around Dante’s living room, lit by the glow of the t.v. on mute, while Abe paced back and forth on a call with a local promoter, we waited for an answer. I was nervous, watching the ceiling fan circle, wanting good news. “Ok,” he said. Another pause. “Ok…”…

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Troubadour

By Rene Villanueva “I’ve seen’em… all of’em… right here,” the boulder of a man never closed his mouth. When he wasn’t talking he was breathing, but always a big open hole where words came out and beer went in. His lips were too thin to be seen under his two day salt and pepper. He…

A Little Bit of Everything
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A Little Bit of Everything

When we first listen to a band, our brain reflexively logs them under the most fitting genre masthead, waiting for the next time your itch for “noise-core goth rock” needs to be scratched. Rare are the bands that challenge the inexorable classification by playing whatever the hell they want. Take a gamble to overthrow the…

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