We went to the John Hughes movie song covers show last night. Here's a roundup of what I thought.
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The Dave Rawlings Machine are playing their second straight midnight show at the Basement tonight. It's 15 bucks, no advance tickets.
Anyone go last night? What was the scene like?
According to promoter Ryan Bruce, Murfreesboro Mexican Restaurant/Rock Venue Casa Burrito has lost its liquor license and cancelled all future shows.
So that explains why I keep hearing about all these Jack White sightings in Berry Hill. The Raconteurs are making their second record at Blackbird Studios.
The Clutters play a free in-store performance in celebration of their latest record, Don't Believe A Word, at Grimey's tonight. That's Tuesday, the 24th, 6 p.m., $0, all ages. Do it!
Library-card toting rockers Jetpack UK are back with a new single, "Halleluiah Chorus." It chugs along with a giddy swoon, and the whistles and oh-oh-ohs might just remind you of another local group of '60s pop lovers. Could this be Jetpack's answer to the Features' "Thursday?" The single will appear on the band's next record, The Mezzanine, due in July.
I heard over the weekend that the house party/venue the Funhouse (also here) has been temporarily shut down, and the MySpace indicates as much. The rumor mill intimated that the owners of the Chestnut Street house were told that, though they're safely away from noise ordinance issues, they still need a proper business license (and things like running water) to keep the fun alive. Apparently, they were working from the assumption that by taking donations rather than charging a cover, that they could exploit some kind of loophole. Hopefully they'll get things figured out and up and running again.
(Photo by Becca Gillespie.)
If you've ever been curious what it would be like to be stuck inside a washing machine on spin cycle, or trapped inside a warehouse full of Emperor geese during mating season, then free jazz/black metal duo Ettrick are just the band for you. Jacob Felix Heule and Jay Korber both play drums and sax, bashing and skronking their way through every permutation possible: two drummers, two saxophonists, drummer and saxophonist. Whatever the instrumentation, the resulting maelstrom is overwhelming and undeniable—like being swept up in a tornado or walking outside naked when it's 20 below zero. The samples on their website are mind-altering enough to be classified as Schedule I narcotics, should the FDA ever come across them. Live, they're sure to be even more exhilarating. You don't listen to Ettrick—you submit to them. Bring earplugs. (Jack Silverman).The address to the show can be found on Ettrick's MySpace page.