So I was getting my chow on this afternoon at Five Guys Burger and Fries over on West End, where I spotted none other than '90s dark prince Trent Reznor mowin' down a sloppy, spooky double-cheeseburger. I hate to spoil the image that some of you might have of Reznor resting in a dark tomb until showtime, but the patron saint of fishnets and bad lyrics appeared to be just your average daywalker—and on Halloween no less. So if you make it out to the Sommet Center tonight and happen to notice the pig marching a little slower than usual, it's probably because he's still digesting or has heartburn. I know I still do. Now, for old time's sake, check out my favorite NIN video.
I'd never been to Aerial on Broadway until last night for that Shoot the Mountain/How I Became the Bomb Show. Me and my lady friend went ahead and dressed up for Halloween, which is pretty cool because you spend the night looking for other people who also dressed up early and you make instant friends that way.
We started out with the idea of being Rock of Love contestants. This was mostly after every other idea fell flat at Performance Studios due to sheer whoritude of the costumes there—seriously, there was a silver "dress" that was for a galaxy space goddess that was really a tank top. I know the joke's been made a thousand times—Halloween is just an excuse for women to dress up like whores—but why bother whoring up otherwise non-whore costumes? Why bother being a sexy nurse when you can just be a big-haired metal whore?
Photo by Steve Cross.
The Spin got there kind of late. Deerhoof ruled. It was nice to hear a more fleshed-out sound again, as new guy Ed Rodriguez picked up the slack created by the departure of Chris Cohen (and brought a nice energy to the stage as well). Drummer Greg Saunier set up close to the front of the stage, so we could better appreciate both his herky-jerky style and the thrashing of his hair. There was no Electric Rainbow Machine this time. At first we were kinda disappointed (that thing is awesome) but Deerhoof seemed much more engaging—and engaged—without it. Satomi came out in a surprisingly realistic plush lion mask for the encore (which gave us a brief flashback to Jessica's wolf mask to close MEEMAW's Next Big Nashville set)—seeming to enjoy herself more than she did during the band's last visit to Mercy Lounge. She even looked like she might jump into the crowd on a few separate occasions. Nice!
More on the show in next week's print edition of The Spin. In the meantime, enjoy some more photos from the show.
If you're anything like me, you woke up this Halloween morning, reflected on your prospective agenda for this evening and realized you totally forgot to even think of, much less purchase, needed items for a Halloween Costume. Well panic not, friends. I've done enough brainstorming for us all. A quick, inexpensive, timely, relevant option is dressing up like your favorite local rock persona. Moreover, you can assemble most of these with stuff that's probably already lying around your house. Let's begin, shall we?
In the event Halloween just isn't coming fast enough for you, our own love/hate-able synth pop quintet How I Became the Bomb are playing a free show tonight with Shoot the Mountain, My Tyger and Jensen Sportag at Aerial (the rooftop bar on Lower Broad above Paradise Park). HIBTB will be issuing a secret password that will enable patrons to download a new track from the upcoming Who Dares Wins, which will also be a free download available on Nov. 5.
I've done the math in my head: Yes, paid parking blows and Aerial's entrance is by far the most confusing way to get inside a bar within 100 miles of here. But, offset that with such a killer lineup and the fact that it's free and it really evens out to something like the motivational equivalent of a night at Exit/In.
It sounds like a bad joke, but it’s very much the truth. According to a story by Politico, Joe—whose real name is Samuel Wurzelbacher—has been signed by a Nashville-based booking firm and a publicity firm, who plan to shop him for a record deal. Wurzelbacher, who is “a complicated guy with a very dynamic personality,” will continue to hump the shit out of his remaining 15 minutes of fame.
On Tuesday, Wurzelbacher joined country music artist and producer Aaron Tippin to form a new partnership that includes booking-management firm Bobby Roberts and publicity-management concern The Press Office to field the multiple media offers he’s received over the past few weeks. Among the requests: a possible record deal with a major label, personal appearances and corporate sponsorships. A longtime country music fan, Wurzelbacher can sing and “knocks around on guitar” but is not an accomplished musician or songwriter, according to The Press Office’s Jim Della Croce.
“The Wurzelbacher Waltz.” That’s got a ring to it. Honestly, I think we’ve all had enough of the “Raisin’ McCains” and “McCain-Palin Traditions” to last us well past election day, but (while we're on the subject) Lee Dorsey’s “Yes We Can” Obama remix is pretty sweet. (Via BoingBoing.)
Tomorrow is Halloween. So, what the fuck are you doing?
Hammertorch Halloween Party feat. Ghostfinger, Velcro Stars & Shoot the Mountain at The Boro, Murfreesboro, 8 p.m. White capris don't count as "dressing up."
Nine Inch Nails at Sommet Center, 8 p.m. Nothing quite like the feel of something old.
Sean Maloney's Hallowedding Party feat. Soulphonics at The Basement, 9 p.m. Let your backbone slip.
Nightmare in Music City at Mercy Lounge, 9 p.m. More like nightmare in cleavage city.
The Legendary Shack*Shakers w/Joshua Black Wilkins & Gone City at Exit/In, 9 p.m. Balls.
Powerload (AC/DC Tribute) w/Ole Mossy Face, Wildcard Family Revival & Pale Blue Dot at The 5 Spot, 9 p.m. Fuck New Mossy Face.
Movement Nashville Halloween Bash feat. Kyle Andrews, Jeremy Lister & The Lonely Hearts at 12th & Porter, 9 p.m. First name, last name, Holiday Inn.
Halloween Bash feat. Guilty Pleasures & The Devonshires at The Wildhorse. Almost better than re-runs of ALF.
Music City Metal's Halloween Bash feat. Shadows of Light, Sedent, Brood x & Voodoo Prophet at The Rutledge, 9 p.m. As opposed to shadows of dark.
Photo by brightonculture.co.uk.
I came upon this review of Lambchop's performance in Brighton, UK and was struck by this observation: "Average age tonight, around 50, not quite sold out but still busy and a mostly male audience." Does that mean the average age of someone in the crowd was 50? Sure, Lambchop ain't exactly teen beat, but...maybe it just means there were around 50 people there. Venue looks awesome, though.
In case you haven't heard, I'm getting married on Friday to a sweet little lady by the name of Mandi. We're having our reception/party at The Basement and everybody is invited (even Enraged and Louise7). Even if you don't know me you should make it to see the band, Atlanta's Soulphonics featuring Ruby Velle. Soulphonics are a killer, seven-piece R&B outfit with a baaaaadasssss rhythm section, sweet horns and a phenomenal vocalist—they are definitely one of the best live bands on the Southern circuit. If you're going to see Drive By Truckers or Nine Inch Nails stop by after the show. If you're heading over to Cannery, stop by on your way over there. And if you're going to 12th & Porter, uh, say "what's up" to Ethan. (I totes missed his campfire last week and keep forgeting to call him.) It is a costume event, and if you're wondering, my betrothed and I will be dressed as The Bride of Frankenstein and Frankenstein's Monster, respectively. You don't have to wear a costume, but the doorperson will make you do something silly to get in if you don't, so be prepared.
In closing: Wear a costume, drink lots booze and whoop it up at The Basement this Friday. It's gonna be awesome. The party kicks off at 9 p.m. with all the reception-y nonsense and I'll be there until my new missus drags me out by the scruff of my neck.
P.S. No matter where you are going on Friday, be careful—designate a driver, take a cab and watch out for Johnny Law. It's gonna be a wild night and the coppers are gonna want to make their drunk driver quotas before November strikes.
I wrote a piece in this week's issue of the Scene about How I Became the Bomb's new approach to releasing their music for free via their still-unfinished website. These videos offer bit of your standard band bio stuff and explains a bit more behind the concept for the upcoming "Salvage Mission" video. They also feature questionable hair color, 40s, chest hair and sunglasses at night.
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