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Helter Shelter
Things are good in Nashville. Apparently, all of the city’s problems have been solved. All the potholes are fixed, all the leaky schoolhouse roofs are patched and all the roadside brush has been picked up, shredded and used to mulch trails in our city parks.
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Letters
Letters from readers.
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Ask a Mexican
Why don’t Mexicans like being called Hispanics? The Spaniards conquered our ancestors—that’s why we’re Spanish-speaking Catholics. Why deny this?
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Features
Two months ago, Jeff Haynie received a call from a former client for whom he scheduled commercials when he was a senior account executive at Comcast.
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The Fabricator
The National Security Agency has been building a database over the past few years of what customers order in restaurants, according to documents obtained by the Scene.
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Ask a Mexican
Bienvenidos to ¡Ask a Mexican!, the world's foremost authority on America's favorite beaners!
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Features
T Bone Burnett may draw on the past, but there’s not a retro moment on his new record, The True False Identity. This is 21st century rock ’n’ roll.
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Features
Imogen Heap is best known as the frontwoman in the English electro-pop duo Frou Frou, but shereleased her first solo LP I Megaphone in 1998, four years before Frou Frou’s debut record appeared.
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Features
Something happens to the human brain as it ages—perhaps more so to that of an artist who’s spent a life observing. Time becomes less linear, chronology fades away and events morph together.
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Features
“I just woke up in a really fucking shitty motel in a ghetto of Portland with people who obviously live in the room next door, arguing and fucking beating their children,” Ben Tegel, frontman of the glammy L.A. rock band The Vacation, reports by phone.
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Features
Gadzooks! A touring national jazz act in downtown Nashville! On Second Avenue, no less! Saxophonist John Ellis, who came up on the jazz scene with eight-string guitar wonder Charlie Hunter, brought his quartet to town last Friday night.
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Features
Nashville is a city that goes to bed at night. The bars may close at 3 a.m., but after-hours hotspots are mostly an anomaly, and come Sunday, there’s nary a thing to do.
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Dining
About three weeks ago, a friend emailed to ask for a suggestion of a place to take a group of women for dinner. “Something new, something cool, something totally different,” she requested.
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Dining
Jason Brumm is not from here. Years ago, that observation was either a mild criticism or a rationalization for the opinions, conduct or lifestyle of a newcomer, offered by people who are from here.
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Reviews
If Caveh Zahedi were a better liar—or at least a less scrupulous one—he might be filling a well-worn butt groove on Oprah’s couch. Could there be a more potent title, in these gold-rush years for vicarious degradation, than the name of Zahedi’s fourth feature, I Am a Sex Addict?
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Reviews
ONLINE EXCLUSIVE! You know it’s hard out here for a screenwriter. You’ve got a surefire hit on your hands—an adaptation of the runaway best seller The Da Vinci Code—and yet it’s all about talking and solving cryptic riddles, which isn’t exactly suited to the visual medium.
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Reviews
ONLINE EXCLUSIVE! Amid brutal competition from A History of Violence, Caché (Hidden), and Last Days, the top prize at last year’s Cannes Film Festival went to L’Enfant (The Child), a Belgian drama about a 20-year-old hustler who sells his infant son like a bag of weed.
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Depending on how you feel about Elvis, breakbeat and omnipresent pop songs, Tom Holkenborg—who goes by the moniker Junkie XL—could be the most loved or hated DJ/Producer in the world.
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Theater
In Metamorphoses, Mary Zimmerman’s imaginative rendering of the myths of Ovid, water is the unifying metaphor—a symbol of love, renewal, stormy relationships, the essence of life.
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Summer Guide
It’s almost time for lights-out, and the lightning bugs are rising. Evening bell clangs beside the dining hall. Gather up the Frisbees and Hacky Sacks and hike back to the cabin.
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Summer Guide
It’s almost time for lights-out, and the lightning bugs are rising. Evening bell clangs beside the dining hall. Gather up the Frisbees and Hacky Sacks and hike back to the cabin.
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Summer Guide
“Baseball is so boring.” Here are some possible responses to that inane statement, commonly uttered by people who wouldn’t know RBI from ERA or Triple A from AA.
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Summer Guide
Best Book to Inspire You to Get Out of Town on Vacation: If you think Graham Greene’s fiction is all spiritual agony and bitter politics, you’ll be surprised by Travels With My Aunt, a witty little novel that Greene wrote, he said, just for the fun of it.
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Summer Guide
As tempting as it is to experience a city summer through tinted windows and air conditioning, venturing into Nashville’s urban jungle—into the grit and the heat—can be an unexpectedly relaxing outing.
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Summer Guide
Shooting pool at Q’s across from Pizza Perfect a few summers back, subliminal programming—or perhaps one too many Tool songs—forced me and a friend to shell out some change for “Seven Nation Army” on the jukebox.
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Summer Guide
For one glorious month starting June 9, employers from Seoul to Rio de Janeiro will grapple with distracted, tired but cheerful workers. Absenteeism will be rampant, and requests to “work from home” not uncommon.
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Summer Guide
When most people hear the national anthem, they stand still. Christopher Floyd runs. Every weekend night, at the Stardust Drive-In in Watertown, the voice of LeAnn Rimes singing “The Star Spangled Banner” echoes from several hundred car speakers.
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SceneCast
NSA tapping your phone? Download this week's Scenecast and play it loud in the background each and every time you make a call.
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Columns: Garrigan
Honest to God, it’s exhausting rooting for Everyman in a town where last names, net worth, club membership and Leadership Nashville status are among the most used—and, ultimately, most worthless—measures of civic worthiness.
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Columns: Sports
Ever since His Airness retired, the NBA Marketing Geniuses have been intent on identifying the golden child who might emerge as Michael’s successor. All have flopped as Airs Apparent.
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Columns: Stories
Where are all the commuters? At the time of this photo, Monday at 8:45 a.m., seems like there’d be more. Noticeably absent—at least we hadn’t spotted it as of press time—is Gov. Bredesen’s ride.
