No Halloween party is complete without these seven Houston rap songs.
No Halloween party is complete without these seven Houston rap songs.
Halloween music sucks. We can all agree on that, right? Every year at every party, it's the same crap: "Thriller," "Monster Mash" and the "Ghostbusters" theme. Actually, that last one is pretty great, but you get the point: people blast tunes in October that they'd rather deafen themselves with cannon fire than listen to in September.
My, what a quaint little neighborhoouuaAAAAHH!
Worst of all, the wack Halloween songs that get played every year aren't even scary! Consider that proof positive that folks simply ain't even trying when they're putting that party playlist together. It's really as if they don't even care so deeply about popular music and the personal identity that it confers so much that it's impossible to stop obsessing over it long enough to microwave a corndog.
Well screw 'em. We here at Rocks Off do care that much. Because the Misfits' "Halloween" does not a playlist make, here are ten actually spooky, creepy, eerie and downright disconcerting songs that are practically too petrifying for Halloween, let alone the rest of the dumb year.
Some creep and crawl, some scream bloody gore and others simply lurk in the night, ready to cut your fingers off while you sleep. If you absolutely must listen to them alone, make sure to leave plenty of lights on.
There were signs posted outside the Bayou Music Center Tuesday night that read "Tonight Show Contains Mature Content." Now, when it comes to an artist who seemingly knows no boundaries when it comes to lyrical content, a "mature content" caveat is one of the things that comes with the territory. The Weeknd, after all, is one of the few songwriters who rivals Kanye in the "did he really just say that?" category.
That said, it was a weird sign to have posted up on the doors. It's the type of sign that gets the mind turning, half to wonder how mature things might get, and half to worry if this is going to be one of those shows where tits and ass are the smoke and mirrors used to distract from an underwhelming live show.
Whatever expectations might have been set, the show itself was something almost completely different. The Weeknd may write songs focusing more on lust than love and the dark side of romance, and while Kiss Land may in fact be a dark place, live the man knows how to have a good time.
"Tryna see how much paper that I might gain/ While I still keep it trill in what I write, mayne!"
photos by Marco Torres L-R: Bun B, Mayor Annise Parker and Shea Serrano share a photo-op at Cactus Music.
I've been told by some that I live an interesting life. Concerts, dinners, photo shoots, dancing, art... you name it, I'm about it. I don't exactly know when this became my life, shit just happened.
One day I'm a four-eyed dork working in the accounting department, and the next I'm running all over town and beyond photographing concerts and music festivals, reviewing shows, eating barrio food and five course meals, and making friends with just about anyone who I encounter. This was my Saturday.
People talk about how improbable it is that Keith Richards is still alive to tour with the Rolling Stones, but for a time there in the mid-'90s, it seemed equally unlikely Depeche Mode would ever hit the road again. Singer Dave Gahan suffered a heart attack (in 1993), attempted suicide, and finally had to be revived by paramedics following a heroin overdose in 1996. Richards may have been an addict longer, but to my knowledge he has never had to be brought back from the dead.
Of late, DM has settled into a familiar cycle, releasing new albums every few years and embarking on lucrative tours. Of course, as with most bands whose peak years are well behind them (and whether they like it or not), Mode is largely a nostalgia act. Folks who abandoned the group circa Ultra may not even be able to name their recent efforts (hint: the latest is the Violator-ish Delta Machine). But really, who cares? None of that matters much when you're arguably the greatest electronic band of all time, having influenced everyone from a-ha to Rammstein.
Besides all that, Gahan's been clean for quite some time now. And if Wednesday night's show is any indication, he's back at the top of his game. putting on a sinewy, animated performance that was in diametric opposition to a certain other lead singer's as he and fellow DM lifers Martin Gore and Andy Fletcher held a steamy CWMP crowd in the palms of their black-lacquered hands.More »
In honor of summer's limited days and incoming beauty -- not to mention tolerable temperatures -- that mark the arrival of fall, Rocks Off has decided to help you brush up on your patio-bar game.
It can be hard to remember what the great outdoors look like in this city of concrete, but don't worry. We've got your back. Here are the top ten patio bars in Houston.
10. CELTIC GARDENS
Celtic Gardens can be a little bit brotastic, but it has got a great patio, and that's what we're looking for. Nothing more, nothing less, but there is a bit more here. This Irish-style pub is nearly all patio, with are rows and rows of swanky seats outside.
As our sister blog Eating...Our Words does, from time to time Rocks Off will be giving your our picks for the top taverns in various Houston-area neighborhoods. Of course, the lines can be porous, but here anything with a TABC license that cannot reasonably be considered either a restaurant, coffeehouse or live-music venue is fair game.
10. BLUR BAR
Blur definitely lives up to its name, thanks to the three bars this giant club houses within its music-bumping walls. This place hides tons of nooks and crannies, so if you're not up for watching the impromptu Beyonce dance-off (yes, those happen here, often), you've got plenty of places to escape the chaos on the upstairs dance floor.
Most of Blur's diverse patrons are there to dance their pretty little asses off, so if you're not, you'll probably have one of the balconies all to yourself. But we suggest you at least try to bust a move, because the dance floor gets so packed there's not a chance anyone else will notice if you've got two left feet.
710 Pacific, 713-529-3447, blurbar.com
Want a music badge of honor? Well, the key to earning one is simple, apparently. All you have to do is release a new, sometimes subpar single, and set it to a visual backdrop of either half-nekkid chicks scenes of violence and murder. Throw in enough stuff that the censors over at YouTube aren't desensitized to yet, and voila! They've banned you, and you've got viral-video magic by way of media hype. Now the general public wants to see that naughty banned video in the worst way.
That's the way to instant music-video fame according to R&B musician Jason Derulo, anyway. He's the one who brought you that annoying, mosquito buzz of a song "Watcha Say" a couple years ago. It didn't exactly push boundaries of naughty, but he's aiming for infamy this time and has even employed the help of 2 Chainz on his mission. Although Derulo's latest single, "Talk Dirty," was deemed NSFW and now has a fancy little warning box slapped across it, he's not quite where he wants to be in terms of escandalo.
Saturday night, the eyes of the world were on Houston. The North American Finals of Red Bull's BC One B-Boy competition was taking place at Warehouse Live. As hundreds packed in to the venue, tens of thousands watched the livestream online.
Photos by Marco Torres
Just south of the city, in a graffiti mecca known as The Kingspoint Mullet, iced-tea makers Lipton, in association with Vice Magazine, presented their widely popular Brisk Bodega party, hosted by local DJ collective Bombón and featuring performances by Fat Tony, Riff Raff, and the Trill OG himself, Bun B.
We at Rocks Off do our best to bring you premium coverage of the Houston music and party scene. The following is my personal timeline from a long, exciting, and tiring night in H-Town.
Last year I wrote a love letter to nostalgia disguised as a discussion of the Warped Tour. True, much like how your first love always has a small part of your heart (or so the cliché goes), part of my summers will always belong to the touring ball of chaos known as Warped, but what I wrote was as much about recapturing the past and facing down old demons as it was the tour itself.
Photos by Cory Garcia. The crowds will come, sun be damned.
So when the tour rolled around again this year, writing about it seemed a lot more difficult. Not only did I no longer have the ability to view the tour through a prism of nostalgia, but it was also taking place the same day as the Houston Press Music Awards Showcase.
Still, it seemed like a waste for Warped to come to town -- actually ending the tour in Houston this year -- and not check it out for a little bit. So I did. Here's what I learned in the whole two hours I spent on a hot parking lot.