A few weeks ago, I was part of the vibrant crowd packed into El Taco Guapo—shoulder to elbow, beer to brow—glued to the local cowboy rockers shaking the concrete of Broad Street. Bucko came together out of necessity. Through the natural progression of friendship, word...
It’s been five years since I’ve written anything on Richmond music. A lot changes in five years, but there isn’t a soul I know who would argue that the last five haven’t been exceptionally turbulent. Some things remain in place: The Camel, RVA Mag, and my...