Imagine you are one of three sisters. Your father is an English professor at a small college in Ohio. You have a stay-at-home mom who shelved a career to raise her daughters.
I've been following Jake Rivers and his family since Jim Ainsworth's first book, "Rivers Flow."
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.
After the final credits rolled for Paul Thomas Anderson’s “The Master,” all I could do was sit in the dark theater and wonder, “What the heck just happened?”
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.