Chicago four piece CAVE specialize in the kind of heavy and rhythm-centric psychedelic jams that sound comfortably familiar. The band, which formed in 2006 in Columbia, Missouri, have garnered them a loyal following and critical acclaim for their records, particularly this year's Neverendless. more ›

As the clock ticks towards Emo's Red River implosion on December 24 30th, Emo's owner Frank Hendrix and the staff have decided to ceremoniously remove one brick of the venue at a time until the venue collapses like a Jenga set on said date. Consequently, you only have so much time to breathe in the sweet musk of up the urine soaked cigarettes in the men's bathroom, drink your body weight in Lonestar, or show someone how wonderful your elbows are in the mosh pit before the venue comes crashing down in a blaze of musical memories. more ›

Sunday night The Coathangers take the stage inside Mohawk to rock out with tunes from their newly released third album, Larceny & Old Lace. The Atlanta-based quartet (Julia Kugel on guitar/vocals, Stephanie Luke on drums/vocals, Candice Jones on keyboard/vocals, and Meredith Franco on bass/vocals) began as a band of girlfriends learning as they go, and matured into a feisty female foursome delivering hook-driven songs on what’s been recognized as their strongest effort to date. more ›

It seems our buddy Richard didn't let the development of his new social media programming company, Portalarium, get in the way of his love life (and the other way around). He is slated to wed Laetitia Pichot de Cayeux and her beautiful sounding name in Paris on the first of next month. Mme. Pichot de Cayeux represents equity funds out of New York, but hails from Brittany, France (and perhaps is the inspiration for his newest game, Lord British's New Britannia, slated for late next year). This helps to explain why they are to be married in France and not in space. All welcome the soon to be lady British! It would be safe to assume she'll be storming his (Lake Austin) castle, though maybe we'll see Garriot in the tabloids, leaving a Jamba Juice. Mme. Pichot de Cayeux represents equity funds out of New York, but hails from Brittany, France(and perhaps is the inspiration for his newest game, Lord British's New Britannia slated for late next year). This helps to explain why they are to be married in France and not in space. All welcome the soon to be lady British! It would be safe to assume she'll be storming his (Lake Austin)castle, though maybe we'll see Garriot in the tabloids, leaving a jamba juice. more ›

The BP oil spill is big in the news now and nobody seems to be looking at the bright side— combined with global warming, the spill suggests the possibility that soon shrimpers will be able to harvest the little critters pre-fried and ready-to-eat. Dark side, bright side, whatever. Like everything else in the news that lasts more than five minutes, I say give the spill another week or so and most everyone will stop caring. Sort of like the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan— by applause, how many of you really think about these conflicts on a daily basis and know that the combined death toll of US troops is fast approaching 6,000? And how many of you know the documented number of Iraqi civilian deaths? (If you said “around 100,000,” give yourself a pat on the back.) Fortunately, when we get bored with all that oil gushing and all those bodies falling, there are more exciting current events to keep us on the edge of our seats. For example, this past week, Al “I Invented the Internet” Gore and his wife Tipper “I Helped Teenagers Pick X-Rated CDs With Ease Courtesy of My Censorship Efforts” Gore have announced they are splitting after 40 years of marriage. Friends insist there was no affair going on leaving me to theorize that she couldn’t stop leaving the lights on and he couldn’t stop cussing and so it’s over. more ›

• World economies grow, but surprisingly, China's economy poised to kick everyone's ass.
• FAA says our state-of-the-art air traffic control system is running smoothly (after a large blip earlier this morning).
• South African runner whose gender was questioned will keep medal.

Last Saturday, I got a cryptic notice from Travis County suggesting, as best as I could understand it, that my last divorce—which happened over two years ago—did not, in fact, happen. As the courthouse was closed until Monday, this gave my adorable inner-neurotic plenty of time to race to all sorts of dark corners. This despite the fact that I possess a signed, stamped, official copy of the divorce decree, which I clutched to my bosom, like a newborn to the tit, for 48 hours straight waiting for word that the county clerk had made an error. Of the various scary places I visited in my mind, I imagined what still being married might mean. It could mean that my gay marriage to Warren—we have a domestic partnership so that I can have insurance— was void. This, in turn, could mean that I wasn’t legally insured when I had my womb ripped out last fall. Which could mean I might owe $20,000 to the insurance company or even that I might have to return to the hospital to have this faulty part reinstalled. more ›

• Swine flu in Israel, New Zealand; UN says no use trying to stop it.
• Four-year-old swine flu Patient Zero is really cute.
• Still want the job, Sibelius?

Warren, my young hot boyfriend and I got married a few months ago. We did this very much on the down low, just the two of us and a county clerk. I wore a lovely dress I picked up on the sale rack at Target for $10 and Warren wore a matching Hawaiian-themed shirt. It was my third time to get hitched and Warren’s first. You might think, with me being old hat at getting married and Warren being the sort to swear he’d never marry, that he would’ve been the one with cold feet. Nah. He practically skipped into the Travis County Marriage License Office to file the paperwork, whereas I was the one shaking. Because after enduring two prior short lived marriages-from-hell and two even more hellish divorces, I finally came to the conclusion that I’d rather be tied to a bed of rusty nails and broken glass and have a diarrhea plagued horse shit in my mouth while my ten worst ex-boyfriends plucked out my toenails then ever go that route again. more ›