It’s funny the ways you can stumble upon new music.
A good buddy of mine is from Houston. When we lived together here in the Elizabeth neighborhood, he subscribed to a magazine called Texas Monthly. For a while after he moved out, we’d still get the issues in our mailbox.
Bored one day, I decided to pick one up, flipping through the pages of the May 2009 issue until a short story on a musician named Ryan Bingham caught my attention. After all, it’s not often that a pro bull-rider quits the rodeo circuit to pick up the guitar and tour the country as a country rock artist.
If my friend wasn’t from Houston, chances are I never learn about this Bingham guy. Never would’ve become a fan. And quite honestly, I wouldn’t be going to the Evening Muse tonight for the early evening show to see him play.
Check him out. He and his band, the Dead Horses, make really, really good music straight out of the Lone Star State.
You can thank my buddy’s magazine later.
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This article appears in Oct 13-20, 2009.
Ryan Bingham is a contrived douche. His lyrics border on retarded. Look at them.