I’ve been totally underwhelmed by Nashville’s electronic music offerings. The South is no stranger to electronic music, house parties and raves. Surely, some of you remember driving three hours each way to huge outdoor raves in the ’90s. There’s some serious local deck-ticians here, but what about recruiting new styles and national talent? Both North and South Carolina host more big name DJs than “Music City.” It’s sad. When the big electronica artists tour, many Nashville clubbers catch the parties in Atlanta, D.C., Miami, Chicago or even Charlotte. I say bring the party here instead.
For the past three years, there have been postings on hyperreal.org and greenspun.com that ask “where are the Nashville parties?” Tim Hiber, a.k.a. DJ Mindub, is working hard to answer that question. On the last Friday of each month, Mindub and his crew, the Elevator Music Collective (EMC), present Audity Central at The End. Audity, as it’s known, is a night of deep house and infectious grooves. The spare interior of The End is well suited to the underground vibe and is reminiscent of the Chicago warehouses where house music got its start. From 10 p.m. till 3 a.m., the dance floor is completely packed. In attendance you’ll find kung-fu stylee breakers, passionate house heads like Chris Whitsett and badass girls like Heather Adcock, Stephanie Melidis and Lea Gore.
The focus at Audity is definitely on the music. Along with the EMC, Mindub usually treats us to special out-of-town guests. This month, we got a visit from Jolby, a Nashvillian turned Chicago DJ, and Tortured Soul, an incredible live house music band on Central Park Recordings. This trio incorporates jazzy, afro-beats and soulful instrumentals into a very organic and danceable sound. This week, Tortured Soul play the Winter Music Conference in Miami. For more info on Audity Central and other electronic music events, visit www.scenetennessee.com....
Fundraisers are a staple of the Nashville social scene. Often, the ticket price is high, and the food is bad. Not so at the Belcourt’s Oscar Party. Fifty bucks got you good seats, tons of liquor and nibbles from Rumba, Jody Faison, Big Guns Catering, The Trace and more. The range of ticket prices ensured a good variety of people. Younger blokes like Won Choi and Dick Nord kept this fundraiser from being stuffy....
Oh yes, the Playboy party. I thought we were going to Havana Lounge, but we somehow ended up at Satriale’s Pork Store. Sadly, there was not enough hasenpfeffer to go around, so we all got stuck with sausage. Speaking of said pork store, the new Sopranos season is finally here. Get into it by substituting your favorite expletive with the useful word “stugots” (stoo-gahtz). The PG-13 translation is “nuts.”
Wednesday night, Miles Copeland’s Bellydance Superstars and the Desert Roses bring their Lollapalooza-approved moves to the Belcourt at 8 p.m. The Beatlick Poets’ monthly spoken-word night is this Friday at Watkins College ExpressoSelf Café at 7:30 p.m. Nashville’s own Adam Dread is the Southern recruiter for Showtime’s new reality series, American Candidate. Got spin? Go to www.americancandidate.com and fill out the application for a chance to be on the show. Besides bringing your message to the nation, you can win $200,000. Stay tuned for more info.
By Amy Waddell
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