Back-Porch Music: Tony Joe White’s new Deep Cuts ﬁnds his nostalgia sweet and earned
Playing tonight at 6 p.m. at the Frist Center
Down-home blues recast as soundscape, Tony Joe White’s new Deep Cuts initially sounds like an attempt to enliven old-time music with newfangled beats. But the great Louisiana-born guitarist and singer is too savvy to wallow in post-modernism’s swamp. Deep Cuts gets over on White’s ﬁlthy, knowing murmur and his dirty guitar, and listeners who aren’t familiar with classic songs such as “Willie and Laura Mae Jones” might enjoy the versions White does here. If the music edges close to the abyss of ’90s retro and kicks a few rocks in the direction of Beck and The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, it achieves a reﬂective tone that’s often true to the material.
Who are these Old Rugged Crossdressers? Why they’re irreverent, fun-loving country-folk with potty mouths and a closet full of frightening frocks. The local quintet display the scatological acumen of the Circle Jerks raised on a steady diet of Hank Sr. It’s hard to suppress a smile at their zany countrified humor—from their libidinous ode to conquest of O.P.P. and the spoils of the refrigerator and liquor cabinet (“Yer Girlfriend”) to their bluegrass-tinged theme song in which they declare, “I know that you think that I’m sexy, as I reach back and tape up my balls.” They may have their minds in the gutter, but the brazenness is amusing. They’re joined on the bill by the rockabilly country swing of locals the Country Misfits, the haunted bluegrass wail of Milwaukee’s Highlonesome and the minimalist acoustic folk of fellow cheeseheads Silentium Amoris. 9 p.m. at Springwater —CHRIS PARKER
Aside from being a rather obvious Totally Snake rip-off, this band's definitely got spunk.
Jose over at the Indie Ghetto tipped me off to the Japanese version of the How I Became the Bomb website and I don't know if I should punch him or praise him. The web designer should definitely be punched for crimes against flash animation and the illegal/excessive use of Jack Black's image and likeness. And for turning Andy Spore into that fat girl that was naked and Internet famous for like fifteen minutes four months ago. That site made me puke a little in my mouth.
I'll go, but only if she'll be there!
"Exclusive. Adventurous. Provocative. Sophisticated."
That's from the ad copy for Fuse Nashville, which touts itself as the newest addition to the club scene (opening June 1) that can boast bringing sexy, sultry, sensual, sinful Las Vegas to little ol' Nashville. A reader emailed to point out the irony of a club opening at Opryland Hotel—which takes its name from the Grand Ole Opry—that will feature a DJ rather than any of the abundant live local talents the city is known for. But if you're part of the condo-buying set, read on!
In June 2008, Nashville’s nightclub scene will be ignited in a way the city has never before experienced. Fuse will be sleeker, hotter and more desirable than anything currently existing in the Southeast. The enticing combination of music, original cocktails, mouth-watering tapas and sultry, red-and-black décor will seduce guests as they party like celebrities in pure VIP style. The signature lighting, the sexy dancers and pulsating rhythms will put all the senses on high alert. Fusing genres of music—rock, dance, urban, hip-hop, country—all moods and dance styles will be energized. The mix of sounds will increase the pleasure as the night goes on, blending artists and tempos into a euphoric hybrid of styles, just as Music City has done for the music industry. And a celebrity DJ will spin what the crowd craves. Fuse will be THE place to be seen in Nashville, taking the party scene to a new level of exclusivity and sophistication. It is what the hip crowd in Nashville—indeed Tennessee—has dreamed of but previously had to take a flight to experience.
Don't forget to bring your legs.
Cock ’n’ Roll: Totally Snake at The 5 Spot (Photo: Steve Cross)
Accidental Music: Singer-songwriter Samantha Crain’s literary-minded songs are vibrant expansions on folk music (Playing Wednesday, 4th 5:30 and 8 p.m. at The Basement.)
Back-Porch Music: Tony Joe White’s new Deep Cuts ﬁnds his nostalgia sweet and earned (Playing Friday, 30th at the Frist Center.)
Hip-Hop Humorist: MC Chris drops science and other nerdy pursuits (Playing Wednesday, 4th at Exit/In.)
In2 the Future: On Waves on Waves’ debut full-length, the intimate harmonies hold everything together (Playing Sunday, 1st at The End w/Mother Father & Denitia Odigie.)
Scenecast Episode 134 puts the you in June with sonic tonic from Fundamental Elements, Scratch Track, Larry Cordle and Lonesome Standard Time, Old Rugged CrossDressers, Terrastock Tea Party, Waves on Waves, Emery, Paleo, Earl Greyhound, Black Hollies, Porter Wagoner Artists and Anglers Fishing Tournament and a tribute to Jimmy Fallon.
In The Spin: Corndawg, Totally Snake, Stories That Live.
Our Critics' Picks: Lair of the Minotaur, Old Rugged Crossdressers, Terrastock Tea Party, Paleo, Black Hollies & more.
Last night, The Spin didn't really have any shows to go to, so we went to 3 Crow Bar instead. At first there weren't a ton of people there, as evidenced by the fact that The Spin got a parking spot right in front of the bar, what we like to call a "Charlie's Angels spot." Ever notice how on that TV show that no matter where they went (like it could be the most crowded effing racetrack or something), there was always a sweet spot right out front? Anyway, later, there were more people. It was two-for-ones. We saw Ethan from Movement Nashville and "local music advocate" Dean Shortland, who apparently actually does exist and was not a figment of that Nylon writer's imagination as we suspected. He is Australian. Some people were drunk, and other people seemed to drink like normal. There was probably music on the jukebox, but we couldn't hear it outside on the patio. Nearby The Spin overheard someone singing "Paradise City" to a friend. Unfortunately, they weren't really bringing it—it was pitchy and nasally, and it just didn't even come close to transcending the original. And, the singer just didn't own her performance. In fact, it felt like the whole thing was a joke, which would have been fine if only it was intentional. Soon, people from Murfreesboro showed up and talked about Murfreesboro being the sort of place you get the hell out of as soon as you graduate. After three beers, we went home and watched Paranormal State on A&E. It's that show about those college kids who investigate extreme ghost stories, but they're never actually scary and no one ever proves shit.
Well, they said they wanted it stuffed and mounted.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Yeah, fuck Dan Auerbach.
John Wayne? Never Heard of Her.
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