As an award-winning, white-belted music blogger, my job entails mostly just choosing a small, elite portion of local acts and showering them with unlimited praise while shunning anything outside my bubble of comfort. Admittedly, tongue out of cheek, I do like very few bands upon first listen, and it takes only the slightest, most superficial detail to put a group on my shit list indefinitely. However, if there is a reason to expand my horizons and give these less favored bands another chance, it's not their music, but rather their fans. See, I just can't help but notice that certain bands pull in a few more fly ladies than others.
This is in no way meant to imply that these bands play "chick rock" or that these lovely ladies are in turn genetically predisposed to digging these bands. All I'm saying is that if you want to increase the likelihood of an inspired "missed connection," you might ought to give these local bands a chance too.
Kindercastle
I'll start with the band that initially inspired this post. During their CD release show at Mercy Lounge, it was more than obvious to anyone inclined to notice that the male/female ratio had jumped largely in the dudes' favor as many of these prepossessing vixens were shaking ass with reckless abandon right next to the stage. Granted, further inspection shows most were sporting a giant black "X" on their hands, signaling they weren't quite of age to be bought a drink, but surely they could use a water after all that dancing.
The Lonely Hearts
In case you hadn't noticed, East Nashville harbors more than its share of fetching lasses. Gals east of the river are of a more mature, casual breed than their younger, more studious sisters across town. If you want to find most of them in the same place at the same time your best bet is usually Monday night at The 5 Spot. Otherwise, your luck would best be tried at, say, a Lonely Hearts show. Whether you dig their down-home swaggery twang or consider them simply your local discount Tom Petty, you've got to appreciate the amount of estrogen they pull into a venue. This also goes for other East Side faves like Jacob Jones or Red White Blue. Typically more so the low maintenance, jeans-and-tee shirt type of gals, they will definitely let you buy them a PBR--but that's no guarantee they'll talk to you while they're drinking it.
Autovaughn
It stands to reason already that any show that draws as many people as this one is bound to include more women by default. But c'mon, one listen to AutoVaughn's sleek, FM-ready tunes combined with pretty boy singer/guitarist Darren Edward's vague resemblance to fallen idol Kurt Cobain and it's no surprise that the front row is chock full of young ladies you'd wanna take home to Mom (or just plain take home).
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