Saturday evening's finest musical affairs:
AutoVaughn w/Modern Skirts & Mean Tambourines at 12th & Porter.
Moustache May Wrap Party at Mercy Lounge feat. Ghostfinger, And the Relatives & Uncle Skeleton. Read as Emily Hines traces the evolution of the cookie duster and the role moustachioed mastermind Michael Eades has in all this.
Mashville feat. DJs Wick-It, Bateman, Mike Vulcan, Orig & Dorian at Limelight.
Bawn in the Mash w/Tristen & more at The 5 Spot.
Chuck Meade CD Release at The Basement.
The Wrong Kids EP Release Party w/Fuck Show & Jaw at The End. I hadn't heard The Wrong Kids, so I checked out their MySpace. They like The Minutemen, and they have a song called "Hookers and Blow"--which isn't bad. I have to take a rain check tonight, but I intend to catch a show soon.
Oh, and Steve Martin is making his Grand Ole Opry debut. Playing banjo. You remember; we talked about this. These are all the shows of which I am abreast. Please share if you know of more. Happy Saturday.
Also, Sunday: Second installment of Rock 'n' Roll Trivia at Mercy Lounge. Come see if you can dethrone last week's champs, Mike's Pun Shop. Unlikely. There are loads of prizes. Be there. Seriously. Website says it starts at 8 p.m.
On Wednesday I bettered each and every one of your lives by posting a clip of Bob Dylan playing at Municipal Auditorium in 1999. Unfortunately, I forgot to mention that it was his 68th birthday. Sorry Bob. It was most likely just a coincidence that I happened upon that clip on what I guess should be called Christmas II. I mean, like Jesus, Dylan has timeless qualities and teachings that I can say, with utmost confidence, will continue to transcend from generation to generation and bear revelatory fruit for mankind until the End of Days. And it would be nice to have a summer holiday with obligatory presents. So, given that Dylan--who, like Jesus, was also born a Jew--is a more than suitable prophet and messiah for mankind in modern times, I bet you'd all be pretty stoked if I were to tell you that he was coming to the Cannery Ballroom on Aug. 30 to preach the gospel.
[Kennedy says] "[she's] writing a country song ... I really want to make a new demo for her music, because I think she should do singing again. She's so good."So there you have it. The star of Kickin' It Old School thinks his impossibly hot girlfriend should "do singing again." In case you don't know what it sounded like the first time JLH did singing, below you can see her performing the titular song off her 2002 flop of a release, Barenaked. It's got a Shawn Mullins/Sean Colvin/Natalie Imbruglia type of negligibility that I always thought was mostly confined to the '90s. Guess I was wrong. She takes her clothes off in the official video, but embedding is disabled. D:
June is nearly upon us. I have to say I'm extremely grateful for my stock photos of Gold's face, because otherwise these styles might be significantly more difficult to concoct and substantially less entertaining. For me, anyway. Here are some of tonight's shows:
Turbo Fruits 7-inch Release feat. The Tits & Bad Cop at The End. Fat Possum's putting the record out, and it's called Mama's Mad Cos I Fried My Brain. Tell me about it, Fruits. The Internet tells me there's going to be an afterparty at an undisclosed location to be DJed by Ben Swank & Ben Blackwell of Third Man Records.
Hotpipes w/Prabir and the Substitutes at The Basement. Prabir and the Subs are from Virginia, and they make music that's like a time capsule of pop.
The Paper Hats (William Tyler's latest project) w/Eric Carbonara, Kelli Shay Hix & The Cherry Blossoms at Little Hamilton. That's a hell of a little show there. Haven't heard any Paper Hats stuff yet, but Willy T. (who plays/played with Cortney Tidwell, Silver Jews, Lambchop, Character and even Superdrag at one point) never fails to melt my brain with his skillful lickage.
Chuck Meade at The 5 Spot. He's doing his CD release tomorrow night at The Basement, so I hope he doesn't blow his load. Don't blow your load, Chuck! Chuck's my neighbor.
Luna Halo w/The Effects & Modoc at Mercy Lounge. If you're into that sort of thing.
Jason White w/Swan Dive at Third & Lindsley.
Then you've got The Nashville Bluegrass Band at Station Inn, something called Localpalooza at The Rutledge and Wrong Way (a Sublime tribute band) at Exit/In. I'm sorry, but--considering all the options tonight--if you go to Exit/In, you might just be living your life the wrong way. I'm only kidding. Back tomorrow with Saturday night's jams.
Remember that dance-rock band The Turf? They were wacky high school kids who wowed us two summers ago and then dared to split town to pursue higher education. (Cream blogger Seth Graves gave us the deets last year.)
I'm not sure if they ever came back or played any shows or what, but it seems they've got a new record available for streamin' on June 1:
Turf here. First, I would like to apologize for our lack of activity recently. We hope you will forgive us. I would like to let you know, however, that starting June 1, we will be streaming our debut full length album online. Also, If you haven't had a chance to pick up our E.P. Whatup Tambourine, it is on sale at itunes as we speek.
Much love as always,
Are they back in town? Are they playing any shows? What's the new record like? Deets as we get 'em.
* Non-shutter-downer of Detroit John Rich turned himself in to Nashville police yesterday and was charged with assault and harassment for allegedly smacking former Nashville Star contestant Jared Ashley in the face. He posted $3,000 bond. (AP.)
* The candles are a bit much--where was this filmed, Pier 1?--and the earrings don't really match the necklace, but Ana Vidovic shreds. Srsly.
* What's new at Battletapes? Finding Fiction, Eliza the Arrow, Hotpipes, Umbrella Tree--the list goes on, and WOTT has it.
* Nathan Rabin gets down with Hank Williams' Lost Highway, as his "Nashville or Bust" series trucks on.
"...I would not have been a complete moron on camera."
Sober House, and now states he is over 10 months dry. He will be at Zanies tonight, Friday and Saturday doing (in front of drunks) what can only be described as an exercise in multimedia saturation--it will be Twittered, taped and MySpaced, all online, ad infinitum. When everything is recorded anyway, why not jump the gun and record everything first?
It was incorrectly assumed this was going to be a stand-up performance, but no. It is "Andy Dick, The Musical." Comma not colon. He is not Denise Richards and it is a good idea, according to the gentleman in question, "to keep the Dicks away from the colons." Since it's a musical there is indeed music involved, in the form of guitar-playing with between-song tangents and wanderings. Though Mr. Dick stated that he's been doing a version of this act for 20 years, we were informed that "no two shows are the same."
His son Lucas will be opening, doing a more traditional stand-up routine before Andy's "provocative and strange one-man show." When asked what it was like to go on tour with his family, he said he was hesitant at first: "I was thrown back to the old days where I had these alcoholic flashbacks with airplanes and hangovers and I was like, I don't want to do that again. I forget I'm not drinking anymore."
He also said that Nashville is a lot like Austin, Texas. Take that any way you want.
Right now Amazon is discounting LPs by (up to) 33 percent. (I looked for a 45 percent discount on singles, but no luck there.)
Among the records discounted is the essential Exile in Guyville and the arguably more essential Purple Rain--on 180-gram vinyl, no less (which reminds me that a certain ex-girlfriend still has my copy somewhere in Korea or Providence or wherever the hell she lives now). You'll also find titles by Nashville's own Raconteurs and Justin Townes Earle, not to mention that sweet Polvo reissue, to name but a few. Now go get you some records.
Here's some footage shot onstage by Vimeo user allister ann at 3oh!3's Rocketown performance last month. As you can plainly see, the kids love it. At the risk of provoking scores of angry, asymmetrically-coiffed 15-year-olds, I have to say: I don't get it. Sounds like a perfectly mainstream pop song to me (there's nothing wrong with a good pop song), but the dudes are dressed like this so it's somehow vaguely counter-culture? I should back off. No need to take swings at low-hanging fruit. I'd just like to guide these kids down a different path, or at least see them enjoy "hip-hop/electro" that's outside their aesthetic comfort zone (i.e. fashion safety net). I mean, I truly wish I could take a time machine to 2001 and knock the copy of Thursday's Full Collapse out of my then-16-year-old hand in order to replace it with Marquee Moon. But what can you do? Makes me think of this excerpt I came across from Andy Greenwald's book Nothing Feels Good: Punk Rock, Teenagers, and Emo:
The media business, so desperate for its self-obsessed, post-9/11 predictions of a return to austerity and the death of irony to come true, had found its next big thing. But it was barely a "thing," because no one had heard of it, and those who had couldn't define it. Despite the fact that the hedonistic, materialistic hip-hop of Nelly was still dominating the charts, magazine readers in the summer of '02 were informed that the nation was deep in an introverted healing process, and the way it was healing was by wearing thick black glasses and vintage striped shirts. Emo, we were told, would heal us all through fashion.
And now we're left with a beast that permeates music but has nothing to do with the music itself. That's what happened with punk, right? And grunge? They became such parodies of themselves that the people dressed like Sex Pistols and The Ramones or Dinosaur Jr. and Sonic Youth didn't make music anything like that. Being perplexed and mildly angered by trends: Isn't that the first step in becoming a total sad grampa? Might not be so bad. I already listen to Wilco a lot.
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