As far as I'm concerned, one emerging artist has already come out on top during this year's festival. The anonymous Next Big Nashville prankster included a poem in one of his/her (probably his) hilariously uninformative emails of misinformation and lies that I think really sums up what a musician--particularly a Nashville musician--goes through in times like these:
oh city with horned tower
promising gold to those who come to its gates
reaping the past to disown the present
a bubble of hope rises up from the dust of forgotten dreams
"why?" a child cries in the night, helpless, clinging to a drink ticket
abortions of art creep in a nearby alley
green hills swinger and east side mumblers conjugate in a field
the only fence being stacks of cd-rs
to keep the dogs out or in as it were
hungry, but hungry for what, i ask?
the rot of unfeathered dead chicken erases the
glory hole of
something
fuck
Beautiful. More absurdity after the jump.
The long-lost Nemesisboy seems to be an inspiration for his (or her, but totally his) assessments of some of the shows going on. From last night:
Yeeeeeah! So far, Next Big Nashville has been ONE BIG PARTY!
I wanna see all you local rockers out there rockin' out on the streets! Woot
woot! Show those assholes what Nashville's all about, know what I mean??
Party!
Tonight at the Mercy Lounge, I am gonna get fah-reeeekay to the sounds of
garage-rockers Bad Cop, Butterfly Boucher's band Elle Macho, some gal named
Tristen (think Patti Smith meets Patty Smyth), nu wavers The Non
Commissioned Officers, and Nashville's most overrated shitshow How I Became
The Bomb. I hate those guys and I don't know why!
Over at the Cannery, it's gonna be BANGIN'. The Billy Goats, The Lovenoise Allstars, Space Capone and, Lord T & Eloise do stuff that is, uh, like, electronic, or hip-hop, or something. Sorry, I don't listen to that shit, I just read the press releases, but yeah dawg go douche that shit up bro or
broette. This shit will be so BANGIN' it'll feel like u just got BANGED in the jazzola.
And in regards to tonight:
Bear in Heaven bring their Brooklyn psych pop to Music City! Disappears are from Chicago, and they fucking sound like it! Courtney Titwell gives us a taste of her new concept album about Robert Bork. Kewl! The Black Angels make that fake heavy music that smart, rich kids love to pretend to love! Celebrate diversity!
And of course, there's an excellent summary of what's going on at Cannery tonight, from his (definitely his) college friend "Breck, presently employed by US Bank:"
Lucero is gonna tear it up for real. These bros from Memphis know how to jam out. They do some mellow ones and some tunes that just rage. Fucking tight band. Solid guys, too. Makes me yell "DO IT UP, LUCERO!" when I'm watching these guys. Their music is like a cage fight in on top of a pile of discarded 12 oz Red Bull cans.
Congratulations, anonymous stranger! You won Next Big Nashville!
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