Taco Tuesday: Tacos & Tunes.

This week’s #TacoTuesday post is a bit different.

You see, Tacos & Tunes are not offered on Tuesdays. But these events obviously revolve around tacos, so I just had to share about it with you.

Tacos and Tunes is a monthly event that breaks the barriers between local Dallas musicians and their fans, all while feeding both parties tacos. It rolls around toward the end of the month and only costs $10 for entry and two tacos.

Every artist featured is a Dallas local, every taco is locally made and every venue is a local hot spot.

I went to my first T&T on Friday night.

As a wannabe on-and-off singer-songwriter, I was absolutely delighted. I love hearing humble musicians sing their stories of heartbreak and hope and healing. It takes so much boldness to share one’s past, present and future in front of strangers.

This month’s venue was originally at the Wall Gallery, but moved last minute to American Beauty Mill, these gorgeous and isolated apartments south of downtown near Gilley’s. 50 fans got all cozy in an open loft and listened in. One of the musicians, Chris Taylor, also painted during the others’ performances. It was a treat for the eyes and ears.

And mouth, because the tacos were great.

I strongly recommend keeping up with Tacos and Tunes on Facebook and Instagram, so you know when the next show comes around.

Opening Bell.

If you’re looking for a place to listen to live music…

You must visit Opening Bell. It is the cutest little coffee shop downtown off  of Lamar St. It’s a bit hidden underground, so it feels cozy and warm down there.

If you want to find the latest up-and-coming singer-songwriter in the area, come to the shop on its weekly Open Mic night (on Tuesdays at 6:30 p.m.) You may catch me there, sitting in the back, sipping a latte and nodding my head to the beat.

Opening Bell was my first “concert” venue alone.

When I was probably 15, I went out with my older friends to see my favorite singer-songwriter, and long-time friend, Jillian Edwards, on a Friday night. My parents didn’t realize that Opening Bell was downtown and approved the little excursion.

When I called and told them where I was, my dad nearly threw a fit. He didn’t think it was safe for me to go at such a young age. I really didn’t care, I got to cheer on Jill Bill and drink some really great coffee! (The addiction started young).

Opening Bell will always be a nostalgic place for me. I encourage you to visit for either coffee or music, or even better, both!