Category: music

Weekly Live Music Calendar w/Jen the Music Maven!


This week, Jen shares a snapshot of a great catch by Sam Sliva and added a little review of Alzane Kountry by ME!.  I really like it that Jen shares anything about the Brazos area.  The snapshot she shares says so much about where we live and I love that.  To out-of-towners, it may not be much, but when you recognize things in the background of a picture and you see others soaking up the pleasures of the same area you live in, there is a lot more personal interest and you make a simple connection to somebody you don’t know.  It’s comforting, to me.  I hope more people send in pictures like Sam Sliva did.  Go check it out!


Jen’s Weekly !LIVE! Music Calendar Th. Aug 9th – Sun. Aug. 12th.

Weekly Live Music Calendar w/Jen the Music Maven!

Jen never stops going!  Some days she’s in Houston holding media classes for musicians.  Other days she’s out of state getting her Turkish dancing fix.  All the while, she’s creating a mobile app for events in this area and keeping us in the know with the local yums and haps.

This week’s calendar includes a little diddy about Turkish Romany Dance by Jen, a kingfish recipe by Kevin Keith Burns, and a review of the Electric Soul Band by ME!.

Jen’s Weekly !LIVE! Music Candar Thursday Aug 2 thru Sunday Aug 5

Top 10 Country Songs

You can see this list on the Jen on the Brazos blog, but I like to add a little extra backstory on my personal blog, so check that out after the jump.

Jen’s Weekly Live !MUSIC! Calendar & Kevin’s Jambalaya

I was visiting family, camping out, stompen, and eating this weekend in backwoods Oklahoma, so I didn’t get to see any live music and didn’t have a review to post.  Jen asked me if I’d like to give her a top 10 or top 3 list of anything I wanted.  I decided to go with my top 10 country songs.  Here is the list:
Pachomp’s Top 10 Country Songs
Josh Abbott Band – Matagorda Bay (this is on repeat)
Jason Aldean – Fly Over States
Miranda Lambert – Over You
Whiskey Myers Band – Virginia
Eli Young Band – Crazy Girl
Eric Church – Springsteen
Chris Young – Gettin’ You Home
Jana Kramer – Why Ya Wanna
Kenny Chesney (feat. Grace Potter) – You and Tequila
Some old, some new, some Texas, some mainstream.  No classic country at the moment.  DISCLAIMER: This list is good for today only.  It will change tomorrow and every day after that.
I am an expert at one thing and one thing only, and that is ME.  So it was easy and fun to come up with a list.  I did it in about 10 seconds flat.  My MOST FAVORITE COUNTRY SONG OF ALL TIME is Gary Allen’s “Smoke Rings in the Dark”.  However, the new Tim McGraw song, “Better Than I Used to Be” is making it’s way up there because the lyrics kind of suit me.  I’m sure most people can relate to them, though.  I’ll leave you with those lyrics.  Have a great day!!!

Tim McGraw – Better Than I Used to Be

I know how to hold a grudge
I can send a bridge up in smoke
And I can’t count the people I’ve let down, the hearts I’ve broke
You ain’t gotta dig too deep
If you wanna find some dirt on me
I’m learning who you’ve been
Ain’t who you’ve got to be
It’s gonna be an uphill climb
Aww honey I won’t lieI ain’t no angel
I still got a still few more dances with the devil
I’m cleanin up my act, little by little
I’m getting there
I can finally stand the man in the mirror I see
I ain’t as good as I’m gonna get
But I’m better than I used to be
I’ve pinned a lot of demons to the ground
I’ve got a few old habits left
There’s one or two I might need you to help me get
Standin in the rain so long has left me with a little rust
But put some faith in me
And someday you’ll see
There’s a diamond under all this dustI ain’t no angel
I still got a still few more dances with the devil
I’m cleanin up my act, little by little
I’m getting there
I can finally stand the man in the mirror I see
I ain’t as good as I’m gonna get
But I’m better than I used to beI ain’t no angel
I still got a still few more dances with the devil
But I’m cleanin up my act, little by little
I’m getting there
I can finally stand the man in the mirror I see
I ain’t as good as I’m gonna get
But I’m better than I used to be

Women Rock

My son went camping and left Babafa and I up to no good.  Throughout the weekend, we stumbled upon some very talented female musicians and I felt a little empowered through them.

Friday night, we met some friends out at Pier 30 and saw the Electric Soul Band.  They played lots of classic rock.  The unique thing about them is that the lead singer, JoAnn Santana, doesn’t limit their set list to just chick rock.  She did some of the Marshall Tucker Band-type songs better than the Janis Joplin songs.  I think they would be a great band to have at a biker rally.  That’s the feel you get from watching them.  A little “bad to the bone”-esque.

Saturday night, we met some other friends at Belle’s Landing to see Bo Counts.  I’ve seen this guy before and I am not too impressed by his talent, plus, he was a little bit of an asshole when I asked about getting a picture with the band.  

However, I am impressed by the talent that he has surrounded himself with on stage.  Also, I applaud him for being able to sit back for quite a few songs to let his more talented band members play on their own.  Thanks for sitting this one out, Bo!

This is Dustin Black.  One of the very talented musicians in the Bo Counts Band.  I also know him from when he played in a rock band called Innersphere about 10 years ago.  The kid has grown up since then and so has his talent as a musician.  I was really glad to see that he is in a band.  I hate to see great talent go to waste.

THIS GIRL.  Stephanie Jansky-Miller.  Completely stole the show.  She has a great voice and she played at least two instruments that I saw (fiddle and bass guitar).  She is the reason I see Bo Counts Band again and again.

All in all, it was a good weekend.  Nothing crazy.  Enough to keep us busy.  Just like I like it.  Sometimes.

Weekly Live Music Calendar w/Jen on the Brazos

Here is your weekly live music calendar for the Brazos area!  This time I talk a little about Sour Mash Band.  I did them good.  To tell you the truth, I didn’t like them the first time I saw them.  I think that maybe it’s because I heard that they’re all Angleton cops and because they were being a little rude on stage.  This time, they stole my heart with a great set and I didn’t hear a rude peep out of any of them.  Lucky them, because I could have gone on all day about asshole cops.

Jen’s Weekly Live Music Calendar 7-5 thru 7-8!

Tour de Brazos

Before I get to my Friday night, here is Jen’s Weekly Live Music Calendar for the Brazos.

Do It All!!


Friday night, Babafa and I ventured into the great unknown.  Here is our night as told through extensively explained pictures…

We caught Brady Brown (left) and Matt Mathis (right) playing some acoustic jams at Shady’s Porch Pub in Angleton.

I forgot my fucking camera, so I used my awesome telephoto lens and tripod for my iphone.

Here we are, minding our own business, and I spot a heavily engraved note in a post across from us that reads, “N8 FN KENNEMER <3’S YOU”.  We know N8 FN KENNEMER, so we were heartwarmed with the greeting.  (Not “heartwormed” mind you.)  N8 lives days away from us and we haven’t made the time to visit him when he comes through town, so seeing that he “<3’s” me pulled at my heartstrings.

After a few beers, we bounced over to Cooter Brown’s in Brazoria.  Once we parked, we heard an amazing guitarist rolling out Santana’s “Black Magic Woman” across the street at Buster’s, so we ditched Cooter’s for the time being and went to see what was going on.  It was a cute little two person group called 2 Smooth and they were awesome and awesomely talented!  The female of the group is Marlo and we chatted non-stop during her break.  I love good talkers.  So sweet!  I can’t wait to see them again!

Then I got all Yoko Ono and forced myself between them.

This ended up being my favorite stop of the night and it wasn’t even on our agenda (what little agenda we had).  For one, the bartender at Buster’s put those sexy zip up coozies on our beers.  That’s enough reason to come back, right there.

Also, this bar defines “small town”.  You can tell by the donation jar for Liz.  It reads:





We donated a solid dollar bill y’all.  We can’t let Liz lose no more teeth!!

We finally made it over to Cooter Brown’s to see what Mach I had in store for us.  Here’s Mark Mach of Mach I.

The place was dead, though.  Like 10 people in a place that holds like 200.  They have such a nice bar, it’s a shame it goes to waste on the absence of people.  It should be shoulder to shoulder in here, especially since they regularly hire live bands and don’t resort to karaoke three times a weekend like other places. 

Maybe it’s the sign on the door that says “DRESS CODE STRICTLY ENFORCED”, which it totally fucking isn’t.  I once witnessed a dude in there wearing a fucking camo shirt with the sleeves cut off, fucking flip flops, and a motherfucking visor.  What the fuck does the dress code restrict exactly?! 

Or it could be the pig that sits outside the door that turns people off.  He may open the door for you, but then he walks around to the register and runs your driver’s license to make sure he can’t arrest you right away.  Then he makes you sign a form for a completely fucking useless “Membership Card”.  Then he’ll charge you a cover if there is one.  Then he’ll stand inside the door and watch you put down your first shot of Hot Damn and every beer after that.  Who is the asshole that hired a fucking chaperone for adults?  Whoever it is, I hate them. 

You know what?  I hate this place, now that I think about it.  I’m sure it won’t stop me from going again to see bands, but F THEM IN THE FN A WITH A FN D FOR FN UP A KICKASS BAR!!!

After one shot and one beer, we skipped over to Bay City to see Jo Hell at the Neon Moon.  I may have mixed up the dates, but Jo Hell was nowhere to be found.  There were a lot of gays and lesbians, which we both love, so we still had a great time.

Plus, they serve this Johny Bootlegger Apple Shots, which is a headache in a bottle, but I was too shloppy to care by that point, so I drank it.

To cap off the night, we ran to Southbound 35 in Old Ocean to see if we could catch a good fight.  This place is like our very own Road House.  When it comes to bar fights, there are three types of people:

Type 1:  You’re looking to fight somebody.  Anybody will do.  Why are you looking at me funny?!

Type 2:  You’re the mediator.  You can talk sense into any drunk asshole out there, and when you don’t you may get an elbow to the eye from a loading punch and you may even have to stick around to tell the cops who was right who started it all, but it makes for a good story you can tell over and over and over later until our ears bleed.

Type 3:  You’re the spectator.  You’re not a fighter.  You don’t want to get in the middle.  But it’s awesome as fuck to sit back and watch all the action and take a drink every time a punch is thrown.

Which one do you think I am?

 I’m a Type 3, and I got what I asked for.  A big shirtless buttcrack-showing dude picked a fight with a bigger guy and pushed the bigger dude on the ground.  Then buttcrack made four air punches right in front of the bigger dude’s face and then they were both too out of breath to proceed any further.  It was the lamest fight I’ve ever seen.  Big dudes always build it up for half an hour and then let us all down.  It’s them little fuckers that come out of nowhere to get scrappy and someone always goes home with a bloody nose.  I caught this fight after the dramatic build up and in the climax of the stare down.

Then we went home and slept like babies.

So that’s our night in pictures.  Sorry to cut this so short.  Bahaha!  If you’re still with me this far, CHEERS TO YOU!!  YOU DESERVE A DRINK!! 

I’m Beau.

Here’s a pointer for you music fans: When you meet the lead singer to a band named after the lead singer, don’t ask him what his fucking name is.

ME with Beau Hinze and the Backporch Shufflers at Belle’s Landing on Saturday, June 16th, 2012.

“…and what’s your name?” I asked Beau of the band, Beau Hinze and the Backporch Shufflers, as if I was a total genius to come up with such a question.

His eyebrows knit together and he hesitates as if to make sure I just asked that question before he realizes I’m not joking and kindly, but questioningly, tells me, “I’m Beau,” with a little emphasis on the “Beau” part just to let me know that I’m an idiot.

Dead pan.

I could try to blame my blunder on alcohol, but I was the DD, so I was perfectly sober. And perfectly capable of knowing his name. And perfectly horrified that I asked a perfectly stupid question.

Anyway, we laughed it off and the band graciously thanked my best friend, Angie, and I for coming out to see them play and then we got all fuzzy so Angie could snap a picture of us.  Thanks, Angie!!