Patrick Higgins

1 month ago | fwweekly.com | Patrick Higgins

For the third straight season, the Dallas Stars are one of the last four teams remaining in the NHL playoffs, yet the jollies could very well be short-lived. After surviving a seven-game battle against the Colorado Avalanche and eliminating the President’s Trophy winner and Central Division foe, the Winnipeg Jets, in six games, the Stars now find themselves in a 3-1 hole against the Edmonton Oilers, the same team to end Dallas’ Stanley Cup dreams a year ago, in the Western Conference final.

1 month ago | fwweekly.com | Patrick Higgins |Steve Steward

Hot New Tunes and ShowsLook, I know that the Budos Band’s new album, VII, comes out on May 30, and I am unlikely to give anything released after that date a whole lot of my time because I usually put their albums on repeat for a few years after they arrive and don’t get around to listening to much of anything else.

1 month ago | fwweekly.com | Patrick Higgins

This past weekend, the annual NFL player selection process took place in Green Bay. The Dallas Cowboys added nine players to their free agency-depleted roster, and their work over the three days is seen as either disciplined and deliberate, achieving high-value and future Pro Bowlers, or woefully boring and inadequate, inevitably leading to picking even higher in the order at next year’s draft, all depending upon the eye beholding.

2 months ago | fwweekly.com | Patrick Higgins

As a grizzled and bitter scene vet still trying to push a few of my own Sisyphean rocks up that old hill of perpetual musical anonymity, there are two laments I often find escaping my lips when I take a look around at the state of local music. The first is, “Where is everybody?” — as in, “Where are the crowds?” Lately, it seems I’ve been playing to rooms more barren than grocery store toilet paper shelves circa March 2020.

2 months ago | fwweekly.com | Patrick Higgins

As a grizzled and bitter scene vet still trying to push a few of my own Sisyphean rocks up that old hill of perpetual musical anonymity, there are two laments I often find escaping my lips when I take a look around at the state of local music. The first is, “Where is everybody?” — as in, “Where are the crowds?” Lately, it seems I’ve been playing to rooms more barren than grocery store toilet paper shelves circa March 2020.