We've blogged a bit about the annual punk/garage-rock festival Gonerfest 6, and now it is upon us! My companion and I will be starting our actual road trip to Memphis in a few hours, so over the next few days, stay tuned for coverage of bands like Hunx and his Punx, White Wires, Box Elders, Cheater Slicks, my celebrity crush Nobunny, and others. (You can see the schedule here.)
Due to timing issues, I couldn't make the Thursday night show featuring The Reatards and The Shitty Beach Boys, but will probably get there tonight in time for The Oh Sees and Compulsive Gamblers. I hope to see some Nashvillians there; if you can't go but want to see some garage rock, I suggest tonight's Cheap Time show at Springwater.
So remember that time that one really awesome band you loved was going to play their album release show in their hometown, and you were like, "Oh shit, I motherfucking have to go to this motherfucking show, no matter what"? And then you were like, "Oh shit, that band is awesome and I love them, but this show is literally 1,000 miles away from where I currently live"? And then you were like, "Road trip!" And then you and two of your buds got in your car and drove 20 hours across this great windswept land of ours, and got to the city where the show was going down, and pulled up at the venue at 9 in the morning and sat down and waited outside all day? You did that once, right? Well then you are, after all, as awesome as these crazy kids, who've been sitting in line at Mercy Lounge for about five-and-a-half hours now in anticipation of seeing The Protomen bring Act II: The Father of Death to life. Bless their ever-living hearts. And you said kids today don't care about anything!
Too many amazing options this weekend. Seriously. How is one supposed to decide between all these shows? Well, I suppose if your lazy ass (like my lazy ass) forgot to secure your admission to the Protomen release show, that narrows your options a bit. Here's what's on the radar:
The Protomen Act II Release Show at Mercy Lounge feat. The Non-Commissioned Officers & The Make-Up and Vanity Set. I happen to know that at this performance there will be choral and orchestral arrangements of unprecedented proportions.
Cortney Tidwell Boys Release Show at The Basement feat. Caitlin Rose, Paper Hats (William Tyler's latest) & more. GET A COPY OF BOYS. It's good.
Colin Hay CD Release Show at The Belcourt. Yes, it's the Colin Hay from Men at Work. And according to Jewly Hight, he "sounds at home [on his latest], with his identifiable melodies given lean, sophisticated accompaniment."
Glen Campbell w/Jimmy Webb and the Nashville Symphony at the Schermerhorn. Tonight is the second of three performances.
Heavy Cream w/Cheap Time, Symptoms & Canomen at Springwater.
Colette at Mai.
Michael Ford Jr. and the Apache Relay w/Evan P. Donohue, Allen Thompson & Livin' With Jack at The End.
Furious Primates w/The Big Shots, Wes Floyd and the Daisy Cutters, Losers Beat Winners, Lynn Taylor & Red Caps at The 5 Spot.
That LGBTBBQ-friendly dance party Pansy Dance is back again, this time at Little Hamilton feat. DJs Burgers and Kid Chicago as well as "kissing booth, glitter-fabulous, naughty-bits bake sale." These kids sound like they know how to party.
Level Complete: The Protomen break through on Act II: The Father of Death. (Playing Friday, 24th at Mercy Lounge.)
Grimmrobe Doom: The crushingly strange world of Sunn O))). (Playing Wednesday, 30th at Mercy Lounge.)
Holiday in the Sun: Glen Campbell's alt-rock rebirth didn't quite go as planned, but don't hold it against him. (Playing with Jimmy Webb and the Nashville Symphony, Sept. 24-26 at the Schermerhorn Symphony Center.)
From the Wreckage: Will Hoge emerges a new man with a new album.
You and Me and Every Walkman We Know: NYC's Walkmen continue to plug along. (Playing Sunday, 27th at Mercy Lounge.)
Loads of cock-rockers were no doubt disturbed and saddened when they awoke from their midweek hangovers a while back to read of The Tits' dissolution. Most know that The Tits' rhythm section has gone on to hold down the low end for psych-punk outfit Turbo Fruits, but what of guitarist-vocalist Christian Rigdon? The guy doubtlessly has more searing riffs and genital-related lyrics to share with the world, right?
Well dude's got something in the works. Word has it that Rigdon is now fronting yet another rock 'n' roll three-piece, satisfyingly monikered Cluster Fox, and they'll be recording a debut EP at Battle Tapes in mid-October. The new troupe--whose tentative studio drummer is the original Tits skin-basher--has a MySpace page, but no tunes yet. So why bring you word of this new ensemble when there's nothing to hear yet? Two reasons: a) to bring a glimmer of hope to the lovers and the haters distraught by the void left by the former controversy-mongers and, most importantly, b) to see what people think of the name "Cluster Fox." More radio-friendly than The Tits, for sure, but do you like it? I think I like it.
Now from the Department of WTF: In case you haven't heard, Bob Dylan will release a Christmas album in a couple weeks. Not a "seasonal" album, but a bona fide yuletide, carol to your heart's content, kiss me under the mistletoe, play on repeat at winter cocktail parties, Christmas album. I know this news isn't exactly new in the blogosphere, but it truly hadn't hit me until I took a listen to the above preview of the record--titled Christmas in the Heart--that it really hit me. Slam down a couple (dozen) shots of Jameson and sing along to this--it's about as close as you'll ever get to knowing what it's like to get drunk with Bob Dylan .
Not since the release of Slow Train Coming have the jaws of this many Dylan fans needed to be scooped up off the floor. Somebody please tell me there are some basement tapes that were held back from these sessions. The album--Dylan's 34th--drops Oct. 13. All of his artist's royalties will benefit charities to feed those in need. Check out the track listing after the jump.
Local rockers (and TLC grungifiers) Ocelots sent out a request today on the Twitters asking if anyone had ideas for a practice space. And I realized that a lot of the bands I know in Nashville practice (and many of them also record) in the house of one of their band members. Sure, there are some storage facilities that allow bands, and there are some more posh setups around town with P.A.s and couches and lights and showcase rooms, but very few of the sorts of squalid, thinly partitioned rock slums I recall from other cities--places everyone knew by word of mouth that played host to a steady stream of bands at all hours of the day and night.
Here is a piece I wrote for the Fall Guide in last week's edition of the Scene. It's a little run down of shows to look forward to this fall, as well as another reason for me to give Bruce Springsteen another proverbial print-media HJ. Here goes:
• Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band (Nov. 18, Sommet Center) For those who missed Springsteen's galvanizing Sommet Center show last year, as well as his epic takeover of this year's Bonnaroo festival, this may just be your last chance to rectify the situation. Even if you did manage to catch one or both shows, this upcoming appearance comes with a unique bonus: a performance of his signature album Born to Run straight through in its entirety. One of the final three shows on Springsteen's Working on a Dream tour, the Nashville gig will only be the third--and likely final--time Springsteen and his E Street cohorts attempt this. In fact, there is nervous chatter among the Springsteen faithful that with iconic saxman Clarence Clemons pushing 70, this could be one of the last shows for the E Street Band as we know it.
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