Don’t buy them! Or rather, buy at your own risk.
In an attempt to thwart scalpers and ticket brokers (i.e. glorified scalpers), Foo Fighters sold non-transferable, paperless, credit-card-and-photo-ID-requiring, ostensibly resale-proof tickets. But brokers apparently bought them up and are attempting to gouge fans anyway.
But according to a statement dispatched by the Ryman, non-transferable tickets are still, well, non-transferable.
To quote myself:
[Antarctigo Vespucci's] new EP Soulmate Stuff is perfect for fall listening — it has a good amount of bright pop paired with just a tinge of bittersweetness. “I’m Giving Up on U2” is a terrific fuck-you anthem loaded with Weezer-y guitar riffs, while “Bang” is more reminiscent of The Rentals, with blasts of catchy synth bits. It’s a mostly poppy, slightly punky wonderland of songs that are great for singing along to, as loudly as possible.
Wednesday night, in the grand hall of a multimillion-dollar mansion in Belle Meade that serves as Rayna Jaymes’ house on TV’s Nashville, The Spin watched as Paul Simon played “Hear Comes the Sun” and “The Sound of Silence” to a small crowd that included Mayor Karl Dean, Brenda Lee and much of the Nashville cast. That sounds like the description of a dream we might have had, the result of falling asleep drunk, our synapses firing randomly and recklessly. But it really happened. We know it really happened, because we have the notes and the photos to prove it.
Simon, who was joined by sideman Mark Stewart, was playing as part of a benefit for the COPD Foundation at the $19 million home of philanthropist and socialite Sylvia Roberts. Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease claimed the life of Phil Everly earlier this year, and the evening was a tribute to Everly and his legacy, with the cheapest tickets going for $500. The Spin, however, somehow managed to find our way onto the press list.
Duh, of course they're talking about QUEEN.
At the risk of getting into a massive debate over what the best band ever is (THERE IS NO DEBATE — IT'S QUEEN), I am super psyched about this show, which runs at the Schermerhorn Oct. 30, 31 and Nov. 1. As a founding member of the local chapter of the Queen Breakfast Club, I'm practically peeing my pants out of excitement at the chance to hear songs from Queen's massive repertoire played by my beloved symphony.
What is the Queen Breakfast Club, you ask? OK, maybe you didn't ask, but I'm telling you anyway. Two years ago, a group of Nashvillians — some old friends, some mere acquaintances — met at Fido for a breakfast. This was not a business breakfast or a birthday celebration or a baby shower or anything like that. The breakfast, which turned into the very first meeting of the Queen Breakfast Club (QBC), resulted from a series of email chains, Facebook comments, and other conversations revolving around the fact that each person invited to the table was a massive Queen fan. Like, the kind of Queen fan who knows the answers to questions such as:
Let's talk about band tattoos.
The majority of my friends have tattoos, and several of them have at least some kind of music-related ink on them — lyrics, band logos, and, in the rare instance, a portrait of a musician's face. I know nearly a dozen people with Jawbreaker-related tattoos alone (my friends are so emo). I've got a buddy or two with a Misfits tattoo; I have a friend with a subtle 311 logo tattoo, and every couple of years I seriously contemplate getting whatever lyric I'm obsessed with at the time inked onto my arm (then I remember tattoos hurt).
I was pleased to find the latest promo video from renowned singer-songwriter and one-time Murfreesboroan Sharon Van Etten in my inbox yesterday. I admit that as a long-time Bucket City resident I'm a little biased (though I'm too young by a semester or two for her to have served me a coffee at The Red Rose), but Van Etten comes by her praise honestly. She's great at writing about heavy feelings without getting weighed down by them: as The Spin recently mused, "she makes compelling art out of her angst."
The same could be said about the video for "Your Love is Killing Me," from her latest LP, Are We There. Directed by Sean Durkin of Martha Marcy May Marlene fame, the clip follows a young woman played by Carla Juri (who you'll recognize as Helen Memel if you caught "German gross-out comedy" Wetlands at the Nashville Film Festival this spring) coming up with a clever if somewhat disturbing way to give her ex the ol' kiss-off. However, the song's soaring pre-chorus, Van Etten's delivery of which reminds me of Grace Slick's best work, rang a bell:
Partying Like It's 1989: Taylor Swift goes pop, returns to singing about living in a big ol' city
Back to Life: On The Physical Life, a reunited Death From Above 1979 finish what they started
What Becomes of the Brokenhearted: Greg Cartwright's Reigning Sound brings Shattered songs to Nashville
In The Spin: JEFF the Brotherhood at The End; Jason Isbell, Sturgill Simpson at the Ryman; K.Flay at 12th & Porter
Plus Critics’ Picks on Olivia Jean, Drive-By Truckers, Leo Kottke, The Budos Band, Cale Tyson, Taj Mahal, The Devil Makes Three, Nude Beach, Jake Leg Stompers, Robyn Hitchcock, New Pornographers, Coliseum, Natural Child, The Pizza Underground and more.
Surely you've heard the news: Taylor Swift has been named the new Global Welcome Ambassador of New York City, timing perfectly with the release of her new album, 1989, which opens with a track called "Welcome to New York." Is pop music ever not an advertisement these days? (Related: Read this great piece about pop music and advertising.)
Of course there's some backlash. What does Swift have to do with NYC? She was born in Pennsylvania, she grew up here in Tennessee and I've got a two-year-old MetroCard with $0.75 left on it that says she'll never step foot on the subway or even leave Manhattan without a camera crew urging her to do so. Does she know the politics of the city? Has she ever watched someone die in the East River? Is she going to do anything other than tell people to go to Times Square and shop at Target? Urinary tract infections have lasted longer than that woman has lived in the city!
Holy crap, y'all, Carcass is coming to Exit/In in LESS THAN TWO WEEKS! I don't even live in town anymore and I'm stoked for this.
Nashville missed out on the band's first major stateside tour in decades when Carcass headlined the Decibel Magazine tour earlier this year, but a bill with Exhumed, Obituary and Noisem is a sweet consolation prize. (Noisem played that Decibel tour, too.)
But my gut tells me that there might be some of you who aren't properly pumped about this show. If you have even a passing interest in metal, you need to cancel all other plans for Nov. 7. Don't have $25? Sell some plasma.
For the uninitiated, here's a Carcass primer:
Three dudes in Liverpool, England, started what would become Carcass in 1985. Bill Steer also played in Napalm Death (Scum, side 2), and Jeff Walker was in Electro Hippies. Early on, they were grindcore pioneers, putting out records with gory art and short songs with ridiculous titles. But we're gonna jump right into their finest hour.
It's not easy to write music that's technically accomplished, soulfully performed, addresses controversial social issues and appeals to a wide audience — let alone all at the same time. In that case, consider 24-year-old Andrew Hozier-Byrne something of a Superman. His self-titled debut LP came out Oct. 7 and is riding high on the charts, buoyed no doubt by a recent SNL appearance and the now-year-old breakout single "Take Me to Church." The song's humanizing messages about sexuality and defining a relationship with faith are extraordinarily well-spoken, as is his position on a variety of social issues; before he even had the cache of a respected popular artist, he used the YouTube video for "Church" to call for an end to violence against same-sex couples.
I spoke to Hozier about all that and more in previewing his sold-out two-night stand at Exit/In in September. Before he even played those dates — to a house full of fans including Taylor Swift (HT to Managing Editor Patrick Rodgers) — he was booked into the Ryman on March 14 next year, a date which promptly sold out. A second date has just been added for two days later, on March 16. Tickets go on sale Friday at noon right here, and will run $35-$45.
Check out the live performance of "Take Me to Church" from SNL's Oct. 11 broadcast above, plus "Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene" from the same show and a video for swell album cut "Jackie and Wilson" after the jump.
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