As half of “Boot Scootin’ Boogie” duo Brooks & Dunn, Ronnie Dunn has played everywhere from the arena to the rodeo, beer joints to casinos. His Texas twang and electric guitar chronicle 20 years of wide-ranging exploits on his self-titled debut solo album. After he and Kix Brooks played their last show together in 2010, Dunn set to work as the new album's sole producer and main songwriter. "This time around, I baked it,” he said. “I baked it and cooked it, and cooked it again.” His signature rowdy honky-tonk kicks through in the single “Let the Cowboy Rock,” and the poignant ballad of forgiveness, “Bleed Red," urges listeners to “turn the anger into water / let it slip through our hands.”
From 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. on December 22, more than 100 local and indie vendors will crowd Last Chance Craft Fair, selling handmade crafts amid seasonal festivities at the Croatian Cultural Center. Last-minute buyers can browse seemingly endless rows of vendors showcasing jewelry, housewares, children’s items, and clothing.
Vancouver hometown heroes Theory of a Deadman return to their roost in an exertive panorama of stadium-sized riffs and hard-rocking party anthems. Like the letter E at an optometrist’s office, the band has grown accustomed to the top of the charts, with mainstream rock hits such as “Lowlife” and “Bad Girlfriend” and the life-affirming sing-along “Hate My Life.” Stuffing kevlar crunch, post-grunge, and rockabilly into its sonic calzone, Theory of a Deadman dethaws January fans with seasoned classics and newborn cuts from its latest smash The Truth Is…. Locally acclaimed indie rockers Louder Than Love whet aural appetites in their opening performance as they juggle genres without falling off their tandem unicycle.
The Vogue Theatre presents listeners with an evening of poetic lyrics, high-octane guitar playing, and euphonic melodies from three talented acts. Hailing from Vancouver's east side, The Fugitives combine intricate songwriting with folksy musical accompaniment to craft hypnotizing live performances that tickle ears and help uptight pocket watches unwind. C.R. Avery dazzles audiences with deftly flowing spoken-word poetry, percussive beatboxing, and ear-tickling harmonica riffs, and guitar-picking mastermind Wil shreds six-stringed music makers with moody, intense songs of love and loss. In addition to individual acts, a group performance will combine all three acts into an intoxicating musical melange that, like a pig with pterodactyl wings, is greater than the sum of its parts.