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By Adam Gold

Published on October 01, 2009 at 3:40am

There used to be a time when Saturday afternoons were all about indulging one’s self with a jazz cigarette (or two), going to your local record store to talk shop, and acquiring some hot wax. Despite the never-ending proliferation of online file sharing and the crippling economic depression that record stores nationwide have suffered as a result, Nashville is fortunate enough to still have a healthy record store or two. Grimey’s is a music City institution that really needs no introduction, and if the pastime of the record-store parking-lot sale isn’t enough to entice you to spend your Saturday trolling for a rogue copy of The Beatles’ butcher cover in the hot sun, then how ’bout performances by Brooke Waggoner, Oblio, The Shazam, Heavy Cream, WARBAND and Atlanta’s Noot d’Noot. The coup de grace: Jimmy Carl’s Lunchbox—The Station Inn’s epic daytime BBQ joint—will provide the eats. So roll up that spliff, rock out to some bands, peruse some cheap vinyl and stuff your face with ribs, pulled pork, beans, hot beef and slaw. 1
Sat., Oct. 3, 10 a.m., 2009