Saturday, Feb. 15th, found my lovely wife Angela and I in the mostly wonderful city of Dallas, TX. Being an Oklahoman I have my issues with the state of Texas, but Dallas has a weird allure to Oklahomans. We love to go to Dallas to shop, eat, vacation, Dallas Cowboy games, OU/TX weekend, etc. We hate Texas, but love Dallas. Go figure. Maybe Dallas is not far enough into Texas to count as being in Texas.

Anyway, Ang. and I were in Dallas to see Big Head Todd and The Monsters (BHTTM). A couple of weeks ago I noticed that the BHTTM official website had linked to a review I had done of their new album on this site. So, I emailed them about the possibility of doing a review of the Dallas show and their publicist, Erik Filkorn, emailed me back and got me on "the list." So, thanks Erik.

Attending the concert with us were my friends Tim and Dave. Dave and I had gone to see BHTTM in Oklahoma City in the fall of 1997. This show was at the Granada Theater in the lower Greenville area of Dallas. The Granada has a capacity of about 800 people, so it promised to be an "intimate" setting for a rock show. The actual attendance I could never nail down, but the place was packed, I think the show was sold out, and it looked like maybe 1500 people.

Let's just say I had concerns about what time we were getting to the show. This lead to several uncomfortable moments with my friend Mike, whose house we were staying at before and after the show. I have an ability to become single- minded about things and when I decided that everyone was allied against me about getting to the show on time, it was not a pretty scene. Verbal threats and some physical action followed. After things got straightened out, we all enjoyed a great steak, grilled out on Mike's new deck that I helped build. And, we got to the theater about 8:15 for the 9:00 show. I was a happy concert goer.

Interestingly, BHTTM did not beat us down with an inferior opening act. At 9 they came out, started playing, and played for about 2 ½ hours, including an intermission. It was greatness from beginning to end. I wish I had a set list, but I don't because . . . because . . . well . . . I forgot to bring something to take notes. Bad reviewer, bad reviewer.