Scenes From Sunday's PBR-BQ at Dada.
One year ago yesterday, Dallasites flocked to Deep Ellum venue Dada — not just to nurse their post-St. Patrick's Day hangovers or to ingest discounted green beers, but to rage while OFF! and 20 other bands performed as part of Bro Fest 2012. With that fest rebranding into this year's Spillover and moving to nearby Sandbar Cantina and Double Wide, though, Dada was still able to draw a sizable, albeit entirely different, crowd to their space on Sunday for their Honky-Tonk PBR-BQ.
As the PBR-sponsored grills began wafting clouds of smoke and enticing smells throughout Dada's sunny back patio yesterday afternoon, the venue slowly filled with folks interested more in kicking back with PBR tall boys and soaking in the gorgeous St. Patty's Day weather than in moshing — or even standing for extended periods, really.
That much can be blamed as much on the fact that the city was on the second half of a back-to-back St. Patrick's Day celebratory weekend as much as the simple truth that this country/folk-fueled affair was a far more laid-back offering than Bro Fest ever was.
But for those in the crowd donning “Kiss me, I'm Irish” shirts or green mustaches and facial expressions that clearly said “Yes, I was partying on Greenville Avenue all day yesterday,” the beer-soaked sounds of acts like Greg Schroeder, Grant Jones and the Pistol Grip Lassos, Madison King, The O's, or The King Bucks proved a much more pleasant way to cure a hangover than, say, slam-dancing to the bubbling-under punk bands that Parade of Flesh has brought to the venue's post-SXSW shows the past few years.
Another contributor to yesterday's laidback vibes? The fact that all eight bands on the bill played on Dada's outdoor stage in lieu of alternating indoor/outdoor sets, making the patio chairs a rather hot commodity. Later in the night, J. Charles & the Trainrobbers and Somebody's Darling finally had the crowd on its feet with their commanding and jangly, rock-tinged sets.
Sadly, though, not many folks stuck around long enough to see the most impressive act of the night. Foo Fighters and No Use For a Name guitarist Chris Shiflett and his Dead Peasants backing band showed off the guitarist's honky tonk side to the couple dozen people still hanging in after eight hours of downing beers. Shiflett and Co. acknowledged the marathon-like nature of Sunday's affair, too, admitting this was the band's second set of the day. Earlier, the group had performed a day show at chef Tim Love's Woodshed Smokehouse in Fort Worth.
But the sparse crowd did lead to a few special moments that may not have occurred had the venue been as packed as it had been for most of the afternoon. At one point, Shiflett pulled his personal iPhone out of his bag, handed it to a female fan close to the stage and asked her to snap a few pics for the band's social media sites. Surprisingly enough, she didn't appear tempted in the least to sneak a peek at Dave Grohl's phone number as she snapped a few shots during the band's next song.
The set didn't fall entirely on deaf ears, either. We really dug Shiflett's seemingly authentic affection for the genre. Their cover of Patsy Cline's “Foolin' Around,” in particular, was quite the highlight.
Photos by Pete Freedman.