Jack Pearadin and Doug Nelsen found a 1.73-carat diamond after nearly a year of searching the park's field.
10 p.m., Revolution. $18 adv.
What do household-name rappers do when their star dims? If you're Paul Wall, Houston's favorite white rapper/torchbearer for DJ Screw, you diversify. You form a super-group — with Travis Barker and the Transplants' Skinhead Rob — that sounds way cooler on paper than it does in actuality, and, because your group's called Expensive Taste, you form a clothing line. You tour with Tech N9ne, the most established indie rapper around, and you stretch yourself to play “Grillionaire,” in the Tucker Max dude debacle, “I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell.” You release an album, “Fast Lane,” that has no single. And mostly, you continue to push those jewel-encrusted teeth covers known as grills, and push hard. Grills By Paul Wall isn't the third thing that comes up in Google when you search “grills,” behind Weber Grills and Walmart, for nothing! (Surely the low-cost variety is huge. I've got my eye on the Karat Salad). Some of the best in local hip-hop, Suga City and 607, open, with g-force DJing.