Mr. Drew Mischke does quite a lot for local rock 'n' roll--whether it's booking great shows, getting promising local acts on bills with touring bands or pouring me a shot at 1 a.m., the guy's a consummate pro. So it's only fitting that the Mercy Lounge will be celebrating Mischke's birthday yacht-rock-cover-style. That's right, we're talking Hall and Oates, Kenny Loggins, Steely Dan, Michael McDonald. Who knows? Maybe even some Huey Lewis. (He's borderline y.r., right?)
Anyhow, the show will feature covers from The Pink Spiders, The Tits, KinderCastle and more. Jensen Sportag and And the Relatives will no longer be performing, but I have it on good authority that they'll be there drinkin', goofin' and singin' along to some of the 20th century's most shamefully white, feel-good soft rock. Don't forget to wear your dancing loafers.
In a tireless effort to outdo themselves once and for all, the masterminds behind the sporadic dance party Club Sportag have planned a massive New Year's Eve blowout titled "Return to Whatever." The event promises to be an audio/visual spectacle of epic proportions accompanied by a 30-foot interactive video screen, a 6,000-square-foot dance floor and complimentary valet and coat check to boot. The whole thing is going on at a new spot called The Warehouse, at 901 6th Ave South.
And while staff DJs Jensen Sportag, Justin Kase and Michael Madrid will be spinning a choice mix of 2008's best jams, Club Sportag has also asked the Cream to consult you, dear readers, on what song they should play when the ball drops. Club Sportag thanks you kindly in advance for your participation.
By Ben Westhoff
Hip-hop A-listers including Rick Ross, Akon and Plies were caught grossly exaggerating their gangster credentials this year. (Turns out they were painfully law-abiding. The horror!) But even if your favorite rapper wasn't caught in a lie, you can bet he or she put out a hilariously absurd record or two in 2008. Here are the most preposterous rap songs of 2008.
Though Rick Ross claimed on his debut album, Port of Miami, to know Manuel Noriega, The Smoking Gun website found that Ross was a prison guard rather than an international drug kingpin before he was famous. Perhaps they met in the can? In any case, his assertion on "The Boss" that he "made a couple million dollars last year dealing weight" is absurd. Still, we're tempted to give him a pass on his claim that "I don't make love/Baby we make magic," because, well, we wouldn't know.
"Love in This Club"
Sex in a puddle of Patrón, anyone? The story line on Usher's latest album, Here I Stand, is roughly "former playboy takes on fidelity and diapers." But on "Love in This Club," all that goes out the window. Ursh combines hip-hop and R&B's two great passions (discos and humping) without, sadly, elaborating on his exhibitionist fetish. It's clear from Young Jeezy's verse, however -- "It's going down on aisle three/ I'll bag you like some groceries" -- that he prefers to make love in the Piggly Wiggly.
In a year worthy of your rage, metal delivered in spades. What with the economy circling the drain and Sarah Palin coming down from the tundra and then refusing to go back, 2008's been the kind of year that really makes you want to smash your head into walls or punch random strangers in the face. Good thing there were so many awesome records available to serve as a soundtrack for exactly that kind of behavior. The ten discs below are just the tip of a very big, very heavy iceberg. Metal seems to grow stronger each year; 2009 will bring new albums by Mastodon, Deftones, Lamb of God and more. In the meantime, check these out.
Five years after their last comeback, they did it right. Combining the punishing thrash of their early glory years with the thick, bluesy grooves of their 1990s output, the members of Metallica reclaimed their throne as America's kings of metal. Songs like "That Was Just Your Life," "My Apocalypse" and "Cyanide" are made to be heard blasting through speakers bigger than your goddamn house, but even on an iPod, they'll have you clenching your fists and banging your head like a fourteen-year-old amped on testosterone and Red Bull.
Opeth's last album, Ghost Reveries, took its progressive black/death-metal sound to its logical endpoint. So the band took a sharp left turn, incorporating a new guitarist and drummer, psychedelic studio trickery, odd rhythms and even a female vocalist on the folky, emotionally affecting opening track, "Coil." Of course, none of this means that Opeth has forgotten how to bring the heavy: "Heir Apparent" is one of the most assaultive songs of its career, including a drum solo that announces its evolution quite capably.
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through The Scene,
Not a blogger was blogging,
Not even on Cream.
Except for me, that is. Just drinkin' and bloggin' all by my lonesome at the Fortress of Cream-itude. By the time this post is up, it will be Christmas morning, and Burrito, Tobin and all the other beloved readers of the Cream will be racing downstairs in their footie pajamas to see what rare box sets and reissues Old St. Nick has brought. Well, don't think that red-faced, morbidly obese old square is the only one who knows how to dole out the Xmas freebies.
From Miss Caitlin Rose, I present you with That's Mr. Jordan Lehning on guitar.
Thanks of course to Cato, Tristen, Ferg-Burger and anyone else involved for letting us post the tracks. Happy Holidays to you all. Travel safely.
It turns out we have a budding Kanye in our midst with local rapper Classic and his group Preppy Punk Thug. I stumbled across this video on YouTube in which Classic lays out a diatribe of how he's the local hip-hop scene's messiah. He was less than thrilled when he lost 101.1 The Beat's "Grind 2 Shine" contest to Mt. Juliet's Squints, whose style is deemed by Classic to be "ridiculous wack". At first Classic comes off as fairly affable until he takes a sharp detour towards Kanye-ville by proclaiming himself the "Jesus Christ of this rap shit when it comes to Nashville." He claims that he's not just "being cocky," but rather "just being honest." This is where it starts to get good. For the next three minutes he rails on and on--with all the hip-hoppin' bravado of a Cash Money Millionaire--about how he's the best thing we Middle Tennesseans have got and repeatedly uses the "y'all are crucifyin' me" line.
This made me realize how far from the ground my ear is in regards to our current local hip-hop scene. I haven't heard of Classic or Preppy Punk Thug, and by video's end I was sold enough to head over to their MySpace page to check out the beat jamz.
Americans who still think of Latin music as mariachi bands and gyrating Ricky Martins and Shakiras might want to lend a closer ear to the genre. This country's Hispanic population isn't just growing, it's growing more diverse. More and more unique musical styles are being gobbled up, and that should come as good news to alternative gringos hoping to spruce up their castellano. This year's Latin-music highlights come from all over the Spanish-speaking map. We'll start in the farthest geographic corner: an island in the Mediterranean.
Niña de Fuego
Afro-Spanish artist Buika epitomizes cultural and ethnic diversity. Over three decades ago, her parents fled political turmoil in the former Spanish colony of Equatorial Guinea and made a new life for themselves in a gypsy neighborhood on the island of Mallorca. After stints as a Tina Turner impersonator in Vegas and as the vocalist on some chic house and funk albums made for the European clubs, Buika has found her niche in flamenco and Latin jazz. This year's Niña de Fuego contains many of the same gitano elements found on her successful LP Mi Niña Lola, and pushes the boundaries further by adding Mexican ranchera. Only someone as strangely bohemian as Buika could pull together these emotive styles with just the right amount of melodrama.
THE PINKER TONES
Barcelona's Pinker Tones have traded most of their native Catalán for English -- both in language and in beat. On Animals, harmonic backing vocals combine with synthesizers and wah-wah pedals to produce 1980s-style pop and rock steady. The song titles couldn't be more fitting. "Hold On" starts with a choir and then hits the gas with an accelerated Beck-like groove. That's followed by the even more retro number "S.E.X.Y.R.O.B.O.T." and the happy-go-lucky reggae track "The Whistling Song." But Pinkertones do take pride in some forms of hip-swiveling: Be prepared to shake your mod booty to "Electrotumbao."
Picking the best folk and Americana records of the year isn't nearly as hard as discarding those great records that just didn't feel right stuck in the category.
Releases by Calexico and DeVotchKa felt far too worldly to pigeonhole as folk or country, for instance, while Blitzen Trapper's fantastic Furr smells more like the Kinks than Neil Young. [Editor's note: That's why we put it on our indie-rock list.] We likewise discarded Shearwater's near-masterpiece Rook, despite the fact that the album's instrumentation includes both banjo and a hammered dulcimer. And while we certainly returned to releases by Bon Iver and Bowerbirds throughout the year, we actually heard both records last year, when they were first independently released.
After this arduous vetting process, these are the records that survived: ten releases that dabble equally in meat-and-potatoes alt-country, soft-focus '70s pop folk, and the old, weird America of Greil Marcus.
As a Zooey Deschanel character once put it, long before she ever met M. Ward: "Listen and light a candle, and your future will become clear."
It's time to rank the best of what went around and came around again.
As punk and disco exploded, the Piano Man's deeply unhip 1978 breakthrough proved that top-shelf Broadway/Brill Building songwriting could still sell - and, occasionally, rock. "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant" and "Anthony's Song (Movin' Out)" remain priceless snapshots of Annie Hall-era NYC, the title track bares real teeth, and the Kenny Chesney fave "Only the Good Die Young" - banned from several college-radio stations for its unseemly insinuations about Catholic schoolgirls - is still a corker.
Extras: Complete June 1977 Carnegie Hall concert; DVD of Joel's March 1978 appearance on the BBC's Old Grey Whistle Test; thirty-minute making-of doc and facsimile of his lyric sketchbook, scratch-outs and all.
Nelson's 1978 dunking of the Great American Songbook into his whiskey river, with producer Booker T. Jones riding soulful shotgun, shattered all sorts of precedents. It gave Irving Berlin ("Blue Skies") and Hoagy Carmichael ("Georgia on My Mind") their first number-one country hits, proved record-buyers wouldn't blanch at long-haired rednecks covering Duke Ellington and Kurt Weill (more than five million copies sold) and set the tone for this year's stellar Wynton Marsalis Quartet collaboration, Two Men With the Blues.
Extras: A complete second disc of Stardust outtakes, wherein Nelson unleashes trusty acoustic guitar Trigger on "What a Wonderful World," "Stormy Weather," "One for My Baby (and One More for the Road)" and more.
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