Normally, when Jimmy Buffett comes to Texas, it’s the beginning of Spring, when everyone ditches their hoodies, long pants and woolen socks and pulls out the Hawaiian shirts, surfer shorts and flip flops.
Of course, Spring 2013 has been anything but normal.
Reading through record producer Cheryl Pawelski’s resumé is like rubbing shoulders with some of the music industry’s heaviest hitters.
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.