This Saturday at 5 p.m., Grimey's is hosting a preview party for their new series on Music City TV-9. Dubbed Grimey's Indie hour, the show will be hosted by your favorite local music store staffers and feature live perfomances, tour diaries, interviews, film shorts and music videos. The premiere episode will feature performances by The Whigs, Spinto Band and The Selmanaires, as well as an interview with Yo La Tengo and music videos from Born Ruffians and The Dodos.
Who would you pay $95 to see? I have looked in my heart, and I know the answer: Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band, August 21 at Sommet Center. Too steep? Cop a squat in Nosebleed Alley for $65 or $39. Tix on sale 10 a.m. Saturday.
Photo above stolen from Paste.
So, like, I'm playing at the Bluebird last night (which is strange enough in itself), accompanying Jason White in a round. And who should walk in but Cher, she of Sonny and Cher, she of "Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves," she of Mask, she of 1,000 costume changes. To see a packed crowd of "shhhh'ed" Bluebird fans trying to whisper inconspicuously was most amusing. Now I fancy myself (quite mistakenly) to be immune to celebrity-sighting gaga-ness, but when an icon (yes, you can bet that word was floating around the Bluebird) of that status shows up, you can't help but lose all sense of dignity and drool like a 3-year-old.
Well, she was all of about eight feet from me, slightly to my left, as I unleashed one blistering guitar lick after another (at least as blistering as an acoustic guitar can be), and I'm pretty sure I saw her checking me out. At one point I even thought I caught her mouthing the words, "I got you, babe" in my direction.
Alas, she snuck out before I got a chance to ask her how awesome she thought I was. If I could turn back time....
Apparently Cher & Co. then headed to Tootsie's, where an overzealous fan got a bit too friendly.
And thanks to Music City TV for the shot above, of Cher outside Tootsie's. Who says we don't have paparazzi here in Nashville?
Did you know Gene Hackman wrote books? Me neither. But he's retired from acting, and has co-written a third novel—this one about the Civil War, called Escape from Andersonville. He'll be signing it at 6 p.m. today at the public library.
Damon and Naomi: Without Ghost. Photos by Brian Miles.
Psych solstice: The Spin trekked to Louisville to catch the four-day Terrastock festival, and after shuffling between two stages and 40 great bands, we may need to catch our breath. Thursday we were met with James Jackson Toth (aka Wooden Wand) sitting in with Hush Arbors, which was a very nice surprise. (Toth's new album, Waiting in Vain, is out on Ryko.)
On Friday, Black Forest/Black Sea played a rousing set that was mostly acoustic due to less-than-ideal sound techs. A short time later, we saw Plastic Crimewave Sound splinter a guitar and get fined for it—rumored to be $500 for damage to the stage. Also on Friday, after a dinner break, we hurried to see Damon & Naomi, but were sorry to find there was no Kurihara anywhere to be found. We were still treated to Helena Espvall and Masaki Batoh (the main man behind the Japanese ensemble Ghost) sitting in with them. After Damon & Naomi and some more sound catastrophes, Helena and Masaki did their own set covering pretty much their whole new record, which is out now on Drag City.
Our favorite Southern-fried bang-janglers Kings of Leon will release their fourth album, Only by the Night, on Sept. 23. It was recorded here in town at Blackbird Studios, with usual suspect Angelo Petraglia producing alongside Jacquire King and the boys themselves. No word on whether the record is any kind departure from the previous; it's merely described as a "a bold and expansive sonic statement."
Here's a clip from a show in Sydney from January, requisite crowd-enthralled-and-singing-all-the-lyrics style:
And check out the bold and expansive international dates for their summer tour after the jump. Hint: not playing here!
Catch Centro-Matic at Grimey's for free at 3:30 p.m. today, or if you've got one of them there jobs, you can fork over the $8-$10 to see them tonight with Glossary at Mercy Lounge. From our Critics' Picks:
Denton, Texas’ Centro-Matic are understated craftsmen, and their earthy fuzzed-out brand of rock is as unassuming as it is meticulously crafted. The songs often manage to sound like the wide open spaces of Texas—well, Texas in 2008, the desolation of sprawl as opposed to cowboys and barbed wire. The band recently released Dual Hawks, a double LP featuring work by both of frontman Will Johnson’s musical projects: Centro-Matic did one disc, South San Gabriel did the other. Since the bands share so many members it seems like a strange collaboration, but one that works well, exposing Johnson’s diversity as a songwriter. Opening up are local legends Glossary, whose earnest Southern rock has recently caught the attention of some excellent regional touring acts, keeping the ’Boro stalwarts on the road all summer. 3:30 p.m. at Grimey's; 9 p.m. at Mercy Lounge —LEE STABERT
Frontman Richard Patrick got his start in Nine Inch Nails’ touring band, and later produced the ’90s artifact “Hey Man, Nice Shot,” echoing Reznor’s ominous minimalism, blast-furnace slags of processed guitar and big, gated drum sound. Despite the pedigree, Patrick’s industrial bona ﬁdes are spare, hamstrung by the fact he’s released three albums in a dozen years, and the latest, Anthems for the Damned, follows a six-year hiatus. Also, post-“Shot,” Patrick has relied primarily on moody, atmospheric ballads—angst-ridden, radio-friendly modern rock rich in grandeur and drama, light on aggression. While Anthems’ second track, “What’s Next,” taps the old blueprint—tool-and-die rumble with Ministry’s race car guitars—Patrick maintains even greater reliance on ballads, like album opener “Soldiers of Misfortune,” which meanders like Coldplay, longing for “a world without misery.” 7 p.m. at City Hall —CHRIS PARKER
They say the acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree, but Murali Coryell’s laid-back blues and soul is light years removed from father Larry’s groundbreaking jazz-rock explorations of the ’60s and ’70s, which were occasionally indulgent, often brilliant and never dull. Rather than the Mahavishnu-meets-Miles intensity of his dad’s group The Eleventh House, Murali’s music hews closer to Sam Cooke and Al Greene, featuring tasteful old-school R&B grooves, reﬁned guitar playing and his warm, reedy voice. Perhaps that’s what youthful rebellion means when you grow up with a jazz fusion pioneer as a father. And who knows—maybe it’s come full-circle, as Coryell the First just two years ago released an album titled Laid Back and Blues. 8 p.m. at Bourbon Street Blues & Boogie Bar —JACK SILVERMAN
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