Local brainy punksters PUJOL's latest LP, KLUDGE — which I discussed at great length with frontman and central member Daniel Pujol in advance of this feature I wrote — opens with a track by the name of "Judas Booth," which details how someone might separate him- or herself from his or her identity. The record ends with a tune called "Youniverse," which closes the loop of the record, in a sense. "I want to spend some of my time with you, because I know I'm going to die and that you will die too," sings Pujol. "But no one wants to talk about it like you do whenever I am blue." Does that strike a chord with you? Does that ring true to you? Do you find that real as hell?
Feast your eyes on PUJOL's brand-new video for "Youniverse" above. Directed by Eddie Austin and Perry Shall, the VHS-y vid is all about rock 'n' roll dude Shall's thrift-store mission, and it features cameos from Ted Leo, Screaming Females, Juiceboxxx and loads more. Get your hands on KLUDGE right here, and while you're at it, revisit PUJOL's video for "Circles," as it remains my favorite video of 2014 thus far.
We've talked about Spanish Gold a time or two. That's the super-group featuring My Morning Jacket's Patrick Hallahan, City and Colour's Dante Schwebel and Brownout's Adrian Quesada that recently released their Nashville-recorded debut, South of Nowhere, and played Letterman about a month ago.
The Goldsters are back with a brand-new Frank Weysos-directed video for the tune "Day Drinkin," though none of the band members themselves are featured in the clip. Instead, the video follows an unnamed, booze-swilling, butt-smoking, car-stealing clown — can we call him Bobo? — as he makes his way through a depressing day with one little ray of hope at the end of it. The song itself is a brief, bobbing rock number that moves along at a pace befitting its boozy subject matter. Chill stuff. Watch it above. Spanish Gold's next Nashville performance will be Aug. 14 at Live on the Green.
Proof positive that the back-and-forth between rocker Ben Folds and the estates of Chet Atkins and Harold Bradley over the fate of Music Row’s famed RCA Studio A, along with the greater #SaveMusicRow movement, is piquing interest outside of Nashville, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum president and CEO Greg Harris sent Folds a letter of support praising him for his efforts to preserve the studio he’s rented and operated for 12 years. Folds posted the letter on his Facebook page this morning. Check it out above (or click here to see a larger JPEG of the letter).
PHOX and Friends: Wisconsin indie-pop ensemble PHOX and their meticulous creative process (Playing July 13 at The High Watt)
Here Comes the Sun: On her latest record, local jazz songstress Dara Tucker steps into the light (Playing July 11 at the Nashville Jazz Workshop's Jazz Cave)
Dear Andrew: Truncated words of wisdom from Andrew W.K. (Playing July 11 at Exit/In)
In The Spin: Phantogram with Bad Things at Marathon Music Works, Fucked Up with Cy Barkley and the Way Outsiders and Jawws at Exit/In
Plus Critics’ Picks on Nashville Dancin’ with Dumpstaphunk, Bluegrass Nights with Dailey and Vincent, Shy Guy, Lee Bains III and the Glory Fires, Bleed the Pigs, Cory Chisel’s Soul Obscura, Greg Cartwright, Kishi Bashi, Roman Polanski’s Baby, The Long Players doing Aretha Franklin, The Katies, Beck, Lambchop, Man or Astro-Man?, KISS with Def Leppard, Marissa Nadler with Stone Jack Jones, Sadgiqacea and more
With a stellar lineup stacked with sonic awesomeness from the likes OutKast, Jack White, The Replacements, Beck, Slint, Dwight Yoakam and Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings, to name a few, and seeing as how Louisville is only about as far from Nashville as Coachella is from L.A., the only acceptable excuse for missing Forecastle Festival this year is a case of "insufficient funds" or, worse, "bad taste in music."
Forecastle befalls Derby City next weekend, July 18-20. Of course, you can still buy weekend passes here for $184.50, OR — if you've got the kind of comedy writing skills that tickle our collective funny bone — you can win the free pair we've got to give away here on the Cream.
You know the deal. Come up with the best, most side-splitting caption imaginable, and post it below in the comments section. Be sure to include your email address in the appropriate field — we won't publish it, but we'll need it in order to contact our winner. So you've got a week to get this right; we'll pick and contact our winner next Wednesday, July 16, at 3 p.m. Sound good? Everybody up to speed? Ready to play? OK, go!
Now, while the article in question was published last week, it wasn't until today that it began appearing time and again in my Facebook news feed. And here's the thing: It wasn't primarily being shared by supporters of Cause a Scene or folks who seemed genuinely interested in the story's content, but rather members and supporters of the local punk house-show scene who appear to be amused, bemused or outright annoyed by the story. "Let's have a 'punk rock' wine tasting while we're at it," wrote one local punk dude. "Everything gets Nashvilled," wrote another performer. Many commenters bemoaned the fact that this article, to them, seems to present the house-show thing as though it's a new or novel local concept (spoiler: it isn't), while others didn't care for the fact that Jordan Burger ("an agent at Nashville's Fleming Artists office who has worked on similar bookings") mentioned charging "$15 to $20 each" for tickets to the sorts of house shows in question.
Speaking of boxes, this week's Lunchtime Poll is about those adorable little fuzzy friends of ours who like to poop in boxes. I'm talking about cats, of course! Do you think you're a cat? Do you like playing with cats? Do you want Kesha to be in charge of your life? Then today is your lucky day, because Kesha is starting a cat cult, and we're all invited to join! According to eonline.com:
"So I've always wanted to have a cult, I think I could be a pretty good cult leader basically. I'm sorry, I do," Kesha explains to us. "So I'm going to start a cult and people can be in it if they like to be cats or play with cats or play with cat toys."
Sounds simple enough, right? Well, there is a bit of an initiation that prospective members will have to go through. "You have to eat a little bit of glitter. It's mixed in with cat litter. It's part of the process," Kesha details.
Only one artist has ever expressed to me his thanks for not making him hostile during an interview, and that’s Jamey Johnson. Though he delivered it with a chuckle, it was a loaded statement all the same; he’s been known to get rather stingy with his responses in the past when questions rub him the wrong way. The bottom line is the guy doesn’t respond well to being painted into a corner, whether the corner’s one of perception — say, holding him to a reductive notion of a country outlaw — or professional demands, particularly those that seem to have little relevance to his creative impulses.
If you were to draw a Venn diagram of generations of country-music makers from the ‘60s on, taking care to include stubborn traditionalists and trend-responsive chart-toppers alike, Johnson’s name would be a point of overlap between a lot of those rings. To golden-oldie legends like Willie Nelson, Hank Cochran, George Jones, Bobby Bare and Bill Anderson, Johnson’s been a fan and friend, co-writer and singing partner. He’s lent his voice to tribute shows and anniversary albums for such ‘80s chart fixtures as George Strait, Alabama and Randy Travis, the latter of whom is also benefiting from Johnson’s interest in horse training while recovering from his stroke. It’s easy to forget that some of this decade’s commercial big dogs are also Johnson’s cohorts and co-writers, among them hit factory Dallas Davidson, Jerrod Niemann, who’s lately been banking on country club bangers, and rural rapper Colt Ford.
To further make the point, here’s Johnson on Ford: “After meeting so many writers who write those kinds of [country rap] songs and being disappointed, I had prepared myself to be disappointed in this one too. But when I met him, I met one of the most genuine, down-to-earth human beings I’ve ever met. That made me pay attention to his lyrics a little more — and his lyric is very similar to mine, even though his meter isn’t.”
In the great foamy-mugged debate over The Best Bands of the British Invasion, the Beatles-Stones rivalry gets the lion’s share of the attention. The Who and even The Dave Clark Five get their due sometimes, but today’s the day to speak up for The Kinks, whose barbed-wire-wrapped vaudevillian lilt has had just as big an influence on later generations of garage rockers, glamsters, power poppers and punks as any of the above-mentioned groups. Want proof? Check out tonight’s bill. New Orleans trio Native America’s recent tape Bad Weed/But Still Weed is chock-full of dimed amps rumbling through ragged speakers and those wonderful left-field chord changes that run through The Kinks’ catalog.
Fox Fun, whom we’ve been glad to spill quite a bit of ink over lately, routinely pairs sweet hooks with “You Really Got Me” levels of squalling teenage grit. Study Hall’s contribution to Infinity Cat’s spanking-new Hits From the Streets Volume II comp, a cover of obscure British psych band Fairfield Parlour’s “In My Box,” would be saccharine dreck if it weren’t for the spike of attitude underneath — a technique Ray Davies didn’t invent, but sure perfected.
Tonight's show at The Stone Fox costs $5 and starts at 9 p.m. If you're looking for a different flavor of tunes, also tonight are: Jamey Johnson & Co. at Marathon; Wild Moccasins and others at The High Watt; and David Olney's album release show at The 5 Spot.
When it rains it pours, my friends. It's only Tuesday, and already this week local venue Marathon Music Works has announced a trifecta of relevant-to-our-interests shows for this fall: Philadelphia indie rockers The War on Drugs, back-from-the-grave dance punks Death From Above 1979, and Atlantan monsters of prog-metal Mastodon. Follow me after the jump for details.
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