I know that Cream readers have been counting the days until the McCain/Palin victory rally, featuring special guest Ricochet & The Redd Hot Mamas, tomorrow night at the Wildhorse. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it is with my deepest sympathies that I inform you that, according to a press release sent to the Scene:
Due to scheduling problems, the Wildhorse event has been cancelled!
Watch for news of other events, including big Victory Watch
parties on Election Night! ONWARD!
I'm not sure how McCain plans on winning Tennessee without this crucial rally, but in the event of a McCain loss I have decided to post a video that shows off his chops behind the kit. I post this in hopes that it is seen by the guys in Ghostfinger, who appeared sans drums at Next Big Nashville. Let's support John McCain by trying to get him a gig—he might need one soon.
(Related: Who rocks harder, Barack Obama or Ron Paul?)
According to a UK publication, which just ran a story on Lambchop featuring a brief interview with Kurt Wagner, Nashville is officially cool again. We apparently owe our rediscovered awesomeness to the following:
Jack White has bought a home there, Kings Of Leon are a household name, while Harmony Korine (director of cult film Kids) directed a beer ad featuring Lambchop’s William Tyler at Springwater (the legendary dive where the band cut their teeth).
In other European news, remember how AutoVaughn were selling little chunks of their soul to finance a tour across the pond? Be careful what you wish for. The V-necked popsters will be playing a series of 21 dates in the UK with Cage the Elephant, though according to their website they never quite reached their $35,000 goal. (They're at about 12 Gs.) And, according to their PR guy, their UK dates are already "70% sold out."
Obama has more money than he can spend, so if you can spare a little scratch, please consider heading out to Mercy Lounge this Sunday for what is definitely a good cause. Nashvillian Natalie Evaro was involved in a bad car accident last weekend and later died from her injuries. Friends are putting on this show to help her family with medical expenses.
Bands include Mean Tambourines, Peter Barbee, Parachute Musical, And the Relatives, Hannah Barbarians, Kindercastle, Majestico and Austin Manuel. There will also be a silent auction with loads of cool stuff.
If Sarah Palin can see Russia from her house, then it follows that Russians can see Sarah Palin from their houses.
"We share a small maritime border, but the borders of our heart is thick."
(Via Daily Kos. Terrorist fist jab: Amanda.)
"A wide-legged gait accompanied by an overconfident smile and a jauntily raised eyebrow may soon be a thing of the past due to recent economic turmoil," says this piece from The Onion.
It wasn't a music-related observation, but the first thing it got me thinking about was rock 'n' roll, from which swagger was once inextricable. But what does potency in rock mean anymore anyway? Is a sneer and the middle finger just a played-out punk/metal/cock-rock cliche that we've moved past? When I think about everything from the tender whispers of the Devendra Banharts to the unisex romps of the Girl Talks, I realize that changing definitions of masculinity mean changing definitions of rock itself.
Take any male-dominated art form and inject it with a conscience, shifting social trends and greater diversity, and you change the medium. One hopes that for every John Mayer tightening of the testicles there's another Lemmy waiting in the wings, just to keep the balance. Informal poll question: What bands of today still inject the swagger? (And I don't mean the caricature of masculinity that lots of modern sleaze-rock incorporates, a la Eagles of Death Metal or Diamond Nights.) I'm talking something authentically rough-and-tumble.
The National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML) has a sister site/audio blog known as NORML’s Daily Audio Stash. As you might have guessed given its green-on-green color scheme and tiny cannabis leaf clip art, the site posts pot-related music, video clips and “the most popular podcast regarding marijuana in all of America and all the world.”
Mean green blogger “Cannabis Karri” posted an entry yesterday—seemingly while stoned—about Nashville’s very own hemp-headed jam masters Dharmakaya. Karri quite astutely describes the four-piece as “garage band, jam band and kick-ass band all rolled into one” and links to their song “Mary Jane.” The lyrics are a bit difficult to make out, but I could easily determine the lyrics from a couple of songs on Dharmakaya’s MySpace page. And their subject matter is much more diverse than just weed. Take their song “Into the Pink,” the second song we’ve referenced on the Cream today featuring fake orgasms. The Cream even gets a shout-out in the lyrics:
I’m gonna take you into my bedroom and I’m gonna make you scream! I’m gonna twist you and I’m gonna shake you. I’m gonna make you cream!
Awesome. Dharmakaya is playing with Spider Virus and Tennessee Trash at The End on Halloween.
This movie—Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead—has what is bar none the most tasteless, vile, disgusting, offensive, repulsive trailer I have ever seen. Naturally, I couldn't wait to share it. Especially since Troma co-founder Lloyd Kaufman will be in person at the Belcourt tonight at midnight to screen his mutant-chicken cannibal lesbian splatter musical.
Needless to say, this is as NSFW as it gets.
Just who is Arny Nashville? Is he a genius? Is he just another Mattoid wannabe? Is he both? Is he neither? Is he a German guy in a white helmet? I think Grand Palace and Infinity Cat are already engaged in a bidding war over this guy, so get ready to start seeing his name on the marquee at The Basement any day now.
This video, for the song "Earl der Tracker"—literally, "Earl of Tracker"—comes highly recommended if you like Jonathan Richman and fake orgasms. Stick with it all the way through; there's a sweet edit at the end.
An instant classic. This men's McGraw by Tim McGraw cologne spray has a woody, spicy fragrance that's irresistibly masculine. Perfect for any occasion.It should also be noted that among it's ingredients are patchouli (?!), sandalwood, and aged whiskey. That should be enough to get you laid at Bumbershoot.
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