In the past four decades, Rosie Flores has learned a thing or two about the hardscrabble life of a working musician.
A Florence and The Machine show transforms whatever venue, even Dallas’ Gexa Energy Pavilion, into a mythical, very English, landscape where darkness looms and crescendos come often. At the center of the experience is Florence Welch, the red-haired siren, always clad in a flowing dress.
The audience at Poor David’s Pub knew they were in for a musical treat when The Trishas took the stage to sing in their staple four-part harmony; they didn’t know they were also getting a comedy show along with the great music.
When Lyle Lovett releases a new record, two things are certain: You’re going to hear some great songs and you’re going to be surprised at least once.
When Savannah Welch asked three of her friends to sing with her at a 2009 tribute to her father, songwriter Kevin Welch, none of them expected that in just two short years, they would be performing with some of their musical heroes and releasing their first record.