1. These guys are headed for the '90s, living in der wilde wilde westen. Tags: German guys, pedal steel, hair, the pleasure and pain of love.
2. This one's all about the animation. I mean, the music. It's all about the music. Tags: acoustic guitar, steel string, fingerstyle, capo II, shred, Yngwie, songs with the a minor chord form in them, I wish it was Christmas today.
To vote for your favorite video, text "AIM sofa king wheat are dead" to 76772.
Ben Folds. Dec. 19 at the Exit/In. Tix are $22 and on sale noon Saturday, limit 8 per household. Check availability through the Sam Smith Fan Club.
To tide you over through the long weekend, we've developed a blog post about everything Nashville Cream readers like to discuss.
Today (or was it yesterday?) we were
reading Pitchfork just thinking, "What are JEFF wearing this week up to lately?" when we heard the weather people talking about possible snow for Thanksgiving. Spoon How I Became the Bomb played ominously in the background, followed by those same few bands we give constant coverage to. We were also texting a potential booty call actively ignoring other, harder-working bands. Why? Because we were too busy noticing that Paramore has a girl in the band a really weird record deal. (Who the fuck is Caldwell?) Checked the calendar: Kelly Clarkson at the Ryman. (Is Chris from +/- really playing drums for her?) Barack Obama may have had fewer bands play at his benefit show, but he's about to have another one at Mercy Lounge on Nov. 30. Take that, Ron Paul. We're hoping to snap a few pictures of Britney. Maybe we'll invite Meg over for dinner and a movie. We're thinking about growing beards. Eat too much. Buy a bunch of shit. Foo Fighters. Turbo Fruits. War on Terror. Merle Haggard. Dr. Enuf. Self. Quarter notes. EIGHTH NOTES (the new quarter notes!). Dance parties. American Apparel. Dog goggles. What'd we forget?
1. Henry Daggs
2. Shake Go Home
3. Kevin Cunningham's Bitches
4. Matt Hopper
5. The Northridge Rangers
6. All We Seabees
7. Hands Down Eugene
9 p.m.; $0
I've seen MySpace bulletins that German Castro is also playing this bill tonight, but that's unconfirmed.
When's the last time you saw a National Lampoon movie directed by...Robert Altman? In an impassioned show of daredevil cinephilia—and in defiance of all reason—the Belcourt's James Wilson has decided to celebrate his 26th birthday tonight with a free midnight movie, open to all. The film: Altman's 1985 O.C. and Stiggs, which Wilson has secured for tonight's screening in a 35mm print.
There is no more enthusiastic supporter of this movie on the planet. And dammit, after reading Wilson's invitation, we're almost persuaded ourselves to go. To find out why, we yield the floor to James Wilson after the jump:
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