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.
It's been a minute since we've heard from local pop maestro Evan P. Donohue, and with good reason. He's been busy working on the follow-up to his 2010 full-length Rhythm and Amplitude, and today he hit our inbox with a quintuple-decker, Dagwood Bumstead-approved sandwich of good news, to wit:
1. The record is nearing completion, and is slated for a September release.
2. It's called Stairway to Evan. (If appreciating that gag is wrong, I don't want to be right.)
3. The first sample of said record is ready for public consumption and called "She's Mine I'm Yours." Stream that below or download it at your leisure. It's a characteristically hooky tune about a love triangle — clever but never smug.
4. There's also a video by Kyle Turgeon, and you can watch it above. In the clip, Donohue romps around a lake and some woods in what looks like fall, trying to decide whether his companion or her unseen rival is on the side of the fence with greener grass. Will she get wise to his duplicity? Watch and find out.
And the fifth and final layer of this delectable deli behemoth: Donohue is headlining a show at The Stone Fox this Thursday, July 10. Doors for the 18-and-up gig are at 9 p.m., the cover is $5, and Sun Seeker and Matt Campbell and band will perform as well. Whew! Anyone have some Tums?
After a long holiday weekend filled with small to medium pyrotechnics, The Spin was prepared for a little deja vu at Exit/In Monday night. We half expected to be writing “high-energy bands play to crowd of Easter Island statues” in the wake of Fucked Up's return to Music City, but Nashville came through for us, mostly, and we didn’t have to. Thanks for that! The venerable Elliston Place venue wasn’t an elbow-to-shoulder sea of slam dancers, its foamy crest dotted with intrepid crowd surfers, but at least there were lots of nodding heads, a little pogo-ing and way fewer crossed arms than at Phantogram’s show last week. At the edge of the stage, there was even a bit of a mosh pit, in which our photog took one for the team and will be sporting a split lip for the rest of the week. Heal up soon, Michael! If anyone asks, just say, “You shoulda seen Glenn Danzig.”
Back in April, former Drive-By Trucker Jason Isbell announced a two-night stand at the Ryman (which soon turned into a three-night stand at the Ryman), and guess what. All three dates sold right the hell out. Now word comes along that the Truckers will play the Mother Church just days after Isbell's Oct. 24-26 triple header. The blue-collar, Southern-rocking Alabamans — who are currently touring in support of their 10th studio album, English Oceans — will hit the Ryman on Oct. 30, and tickets go on sale this Friday, July 11, at 10 a.m. via this link.
So here's a question for old-school Truckers fans: Think Isbell will make a cameo at the Oct. 30 show? The DBTs' performance falls in a 10-day lull in Isbell's tour schedule, and the now-Nashville-based songster recently reunited with Truckers Patterson Hood and Mike Cooley for a benefit concert. And Isbell says he's "not opposed" to playing with the DBTs.
Anyway, that's enough about a cameo/reunion that may or may not come to pass. Sheer speculation on my part. If you want some cold, hard facts, have a look at some recent set lists as well as the Truckers' recent performance on Conan (above) to see what kind of show you're in for.
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I hope this wasn't CATingent on his immigration status. Pooh knew?
The wonderful thing about tiggers is I am NOW the only one!
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