What do John Nova Lomax and Michael Hagaa have in common? They're both beating a dead horse. Not the same dead horse, that would be sick. They are different beasts. John Nova Lomax is sitting on top of a horse that was a ghost before he saddled up. Michael Hagaa can't let go of a horse that, great as she was, doesn't deserve this meditation.
Hagaa's Dead Horse played heavy metal in the late 80's as the art form was taking a decidely gravitational turn. My impression at the time was that the band was fittingly named. With all due respect, it is sad to hear that Michael is spending his time "archiving dead horse recordings, articles, photos and band paperwork." Oh well musicians fade away though I don't know too many who have done so in a pile of band paperwork (I've never even heard the two words together before).
John Nova Lomax's dead horse doesn't exist. I don't know what he is getting at in his Feb 16th Houston Press Article "Band Suicide: Why so many Houston music groups self-destruct right on the brink of having it made." He somehow identifies 37 year old Hagaa's failure to get a bunch of twenty-something Conroe musicians to follow Hagaa's personal MTV glory dream with an overall failure on the part of the Houston music scene. John, there is no magic city "scene" any where. There is something going on in Houston (as there always has been) and you're missing it. And as usual, you're not writing about it.
Grabbing into thin air to come up with external factors that are "holding down the scene," Lomax neglects the one factor that he is contributing to - the perennial flogging of the dead horse that is the Houston Press writer's noble rite of passage: to lament the absence of a scene. This is a myth, not a dead horse, a ghost horse. There is something going on brother you're just too hung up on bullcrap to harness it.
The one big difference that Houston has to many great music towns big and small (and never forget that Houston is the Fourth largest city in the entire nation) is the absence of a good writing community; a good local rag; like a good radio show; that doesn't linger on foolishness such as this; an agent that assumes an audience of music appreciators and writes to that audience.