I took my family to opening night of Concerts in the Gardens, one of those rites of summer that I really love about Fort Worth. And it was a fun night. My son dashed around with another boy, waving glow sticks till their arms nearly fell off. And because it was late May, the temps were bearable and mosquitoes not too ravenous.
But I must ask: Has any band ever butchered the Beach Boys' harmonies the way the Crawfish did? Just because they wore Hawaiian shirts and smiles on their faces didn't hide the fact that they were dreadfully off-key; turtles were ducking their heads back in their shells.
Help us, Rhonda. Help us all.