Author: Brad Beheler

I’m thankful for music.  I’ve been blessed quite a bit in life, but nothing quite competes with music for my fanciful wanderlust and attention.  It’s my chief hobby.  Sure, I’ll hunt and fish and I’m a diehard sports fan for my squads…but music consumes me in a way like no other entity.  If there’s a free spot on my calendar, I’m looking for a show.  And, there’s still nothing quite like the thrill that I get when I hear a song that resonates with me for the first time. Music isn’t just good for the soul, it’s essential. For many

The Texas Music scene in 2021 is kind of like your favorite sports team that hasn’t won a title in a couple years.  The roster is aging, the fanbase is satisfied but restless and everyone is waiting for the draft pick, coaching change or free agent signing that’s going to turn things back to a championship level.  This is not to mean that the squad isn’t scoring victories, because we’re racking up dubs with Cody Johnson selling out arenas nationwide, Koe Wetzel packing baseball stadiums, Parker McCollum playing the Opry, stalwarts like Randy Rogers Band and Wade Bowen keeping things

Andy Dufresne had just spent two weeks in solitary confinement, better known as the hole, when he emerged bemused and seemingly even more confident than when he had gone in. His mess hall buddies were confused and still roaring with laughter about the stunt that put Andy in the hole in the first place. Andy had leveraged his position as prison librarian to obtain a shipment of LP’s and books. One of the records was an Italian opera.  “Le Nozze di Figaro,” specifically the Duettino “Sull’aria to be exact. Andy barricaded himself in the wardens office and blared the recording