I lived in Murfreesboro from 1993 to 1999. It was the heyday of Spongebath, The Features still wore Hawaiian shirts, Glossary was just getting started and it was a beery blur of overpriced mixed drinks at Sebastian's, Boro pitchers, gin and tonics "to go" at GJ's and free-flowing dime bags from Chameleon Cafe.
The thing is, that ain't Murfreesboro anymore. Not only are most of the clubs I frequented gone baby gone, but so are the bands. We had house parties, sure, but we didn't have House Parties. There weren't a million metal bands yet, the Red Rose was still around, no one was playing whiffleball in the Sir Pizza parking lot (that I know of), Grand Palace was a gleam in Bingham Barnes' eye and the RIM program still seemed like a good idea. I kid. But seriously. What's up in Murfreesboro's music scene? All my then-local writers culled from their hilarious blog posts I found on MySpace have up and split for the big city. So if you still live in the 'Boro, go to shows regularly, have your ear to the ground and a strange abiding love for all things Murfreesboro—and you can string a sentence together that doesn't make me cringe—I might have a job for you.
I'm looking for a Murfreesboro correspondent—a writer who can wax funny about local shows, new bands, new releases, all-ages clubs cropping up and crumbling down. Somebody who can tell us why we should bother driving down I-24 East so much as once a month. Owning a camera is a plus.
Email me at tmoore @ nashvillescene.com with some ideas, good shows you've been to lately, bands you'd profile and/or samples of your writing.
(Photo stolen from Steve Cross's