Imagine my surprise when I walked out of 3 Crow Bar on Sunday—grumbling in a depressive fog after yet another heartbreaking Eagles loss—and noticed the new music store that seemed to have sprung up over night across the street. Groove opened a little over two weeks ago at the corner of Woodland and 11th. They stock plenty of used vinyl, used CDs, DVDs and a selection of new music (with a predominantly indie bent). They also have a local music rack that looks quite empty at the moment—but we're sure it's only a matter of time. The building is bright and inviting, and the location can't be beat. Welcome to the neighborhood, Groove!
The kind men behind the counter also mentioned something about an upcoming grand opening party—we'll keep you posted.
More photos from Groove, after the jump.
Beginning tonight and continuing tomorrow night, The Basement is hosting a tribute/benefit in which 20 artists will play two songs, either covering the Beatles or the Rolling Stones. Audience members will vote for their favorite by donating a dollar to a bucket. All proceeds go to the Second Harvest Food Bank.
Cool Yule: Forget boy bands and Barry Manilow—Christmas music may be the ultimate guilty pleasure. It’s inherently corny, unrepentantly joyful and the tiniest bit reverent—which are all qualities largely reviled by rock ’n’ roll purists.
Excitable Boys: In I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead: The Dirty Life and Times of Warren Zevon, an oral biography edited by his ex-wife Crystal, the facts and legends intersect with those of many other lives, including Chet Atkins at the Exit/In.
in The Spin: Lone Official, Dewey Cox (with video), Bubblegum Complex, Buzz & Click V.
You might be interested in checking out Jim Ridley's piece in film on the new Joe Strummer doc. London Recalling: Punk died, the Silver Jews sang, the first time a kid shouted, “Punk’s not dead!”
Also, in books this week, two pieces are Nashville and music-centric:
Lacey Galbraith reviews the new book on Gram Parsons. A Story Full of Heartbreak and Desire: Gram Parsons died in 1973 at age 26, but biographer David Meyer’s Twenty Thousand Roads: The Ballad of Gram Parsons and His Cosmic American Music still clocks in at over 500 pages.
And, Grooving on Gibson: Illustrated history chronicles seven decades of Nashville’s famous guitar. Lucille began life as an acoustic archtop L-30 with an added pickup. She got her name in a nightclub in Twist, Ark., in 1949, when two men slugging it out over a woman named Lucille started a fire.
Our Critics' Picks: Tommy and the Whale, Rigor Mortis, Heypenny, Black Van Records Night and more.
Stereogum's annual list of 50 contenders for Mr. and Ms. Indie Rock 2007 is in, and Nashville gets love on both lists. For the ladies: Jemina Pearl from Be Your Own Pet clocks in at No. 45, and on the dude side of town you got yer Jack White (No. 18) and yer very own King of Leon, Caleb Followill (No. 36). Please, flood Scott Lapatine with tersely worded letters about how we feel about having our homegrown heroes objectified so.
I'm not sure how long they've had this set up, but I just noticed that you can stream each Grand Palace release on their website.
Last Saturday, John C. Reilly was in town to promote Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story. After a screening of the movie in Green Hills, Reilly rocked the Mercy Lounge in character as part of his Cox Across America tour. After the jump, you'll find several videos from his performance with the Hard Walkers. More footage of the show can be found on Pith in the Wind and in this week's The Spin, where you can also read about the show.
Alcohol Stuntman Chris Crofton will offer an evening of stand-up comedy tomorrow night at The End. Opening up will be an encore presentation of the Pull The Stings Players' latest production, This Is Some Fucked-Up Shit, Charlie Brown. The show starts at 9:30 p.m.—or whenever the performers have had their fill of Jäger bombs at Gold Rush. Last time Crofton did one of these shows, I almost got beat up (for reals—and it wasn't by Ethan), so who knows what could happen this time around.
On a related note: Eric Williams (of Lone Official and Pull The Strings Players fame) will be a guest on Crofton's Radio Show, Best of Bread, tomorrow morning from 9-10:30 a.m. on WRVU. Nothing like waking up with a little
Bonnie Prince Billy John Denver.
According to this article, U.S. bands on international tours are getting richer thanks to a weak-ass dollar:
"If there is any net profit from foreign touring, in some cases the profit is 20%-40% higher than it was budgeted based on nothing more than currency exchange," Zysblat says. "Not selling more tickets. Not increasing ticket prices. Just the shift in the U.S. dollar."
Bottom line, this should mean more international touring next year by American bands. That said, the reverse could also be true. "I see fewer U.S. dates by foreign bands," Zysblat says. "Their time is better spent elsewhere."
I think alt-country is big in Europe still, so get over there while the gettin's good.
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