Russell Fowler

Welcome to Houston’s favorite daily disaster: the parking lot we call I-10 at 5pm. While you’re stuck in a sea of red brake lights, sweating through your work clothes and questioning every life choice that led you here, Russell Fowler is turning your misery into a full-blown music jam for the ride home. It’s the only show where gridlock gets a soundtrack. Expect savage roasts of Houston drivers, zero sympathy […]