Have you decided what you're going to say yet, "twenty-ten" or "two-thousand ten"? Do you know where you're going to be tonight? Do you? We've only got a few more hours of Aughtiness left, so for this, the final day of 2009, we sliced open the belly of the blog and sifted through the statistical guts to find out what were the 10 most-viewed posts of the year--at least according to Google Analytics.
In which we find out that people still use LiveJournal. Months later, Williams would tell me via email, "When I read articles like the one you wrote earlier this year, I just get irritated. It's not that you hit some sensitive nerve with me...it's that you basically took what a zillion other writers have already done and put it in your own words. Seems like the easy way out." You know what else seems like the easy way out? Oh, never mind.
It's the end of the Aughts, Nashville! What to do on New Year's Eve? Lucky for you, this here flowchart will help you decide. Just follow the lines and stuff. Of course, there wasn't room for everything that's going on--this is the big city, after all. In addition to all the sexy stilt-walkin' and Broadway guitar-droppin' and Pink Delorean-dancin' there's a 12-band juggernaut going down at the Hamilton that is Little, as well as some shindiggery at Betty's. (You can peep both those lineups over at Nashville's Dead.) Charted lineups after the jump.
So what's it gonna be?
Turns out the only thing worse than folks thinking we're just a country town are all the stories being written about how we swear we're not just a country town. For the latest example, see this NPR Christmas Eve piece, "Beyond Country: Not Your Father's Nashville."
Whaddya think it's about, kids?
If your band has ever set foot upon the Mercy Lounge stage then you're probably indebted to the club's number one mover and shaker, Drew Mischke. Dude reels in his 30th year today and, as of last week, he's a married man to boot. Despite how much love this local luminary may have professed for your band, there's simply no doubt he'd take the smooth sounds of Toto and The Doobie Brothers over your half-assed pitchy caterwauling any day of the week. The proof is in the pudding, as Mischke has taken out a second mortgage (allegedly...OK, not really) to finance production costs for his 30th Birthday Bash, which goes off tonight at 9 p.m. at his place of employment. "Where did all that money go?" you ask. It went to pay off Atlanta's Yacht Rock Revue, who will pump out the smooth vanilla jamz all night long. The cover is $8: a small price to pay for the pleasure of hearing pure uncut cocaine sonically personified. So come on out, wish Drew well, and help him pay for this mothertruckin' party. Here's what I had to say about it in this week's dead tree edish:
You'd have to live under a rock in this town to not be familiar with Mercy Lounge general manager Andrew Mischke. Between handling the club's PR, booking local bands, hosting the club's weekly rock 'n' roll trivia event and spending eight nights a week behind the bar, Mischke is the face of Nashville nightlife's preeminent establishment. He's also a helluva guy with an unhealthy appreciation for yacht rock. While it may be his day (and night) job to keep on the lookout for the freshest indie or hip-hop acts, his free time--what little of it there is--is spent shamelessly gettin' down to the smooth sounds of Hall & Oates, Loggins & Messina, Michael McDonald and Christopher Cross. You know, the stuff his parents likely conceived him to. To celebrate his 30th birthday, Mischke is throwing himself a yacht rock-themed soiree that'll feature the tributary talents of Yacht Rock Revue: Atlanta's premier yacht rock experience and self-proclaimed "smoothest band ever."
We have to admit it was hard as hell to tear ourselves away from the Cats 101 marathon on Animal Planet and cart our asses down to 12th & Porter Saturday night for the weekly Coach vs. Kase dance party. We had eaten twice our body weight in turkey and chocolate over the previous 48 hours, it was colder than a snowman's snow-balls outside and despite our desire to get more exercise than just walking back and forth between the couch and the fridge, we just couldn't rally a whole lot of energy. All of our Christmas cheer had been exhausted by our creepy, fundamentalist in-laws on Thursday night, and we were just ready to hide out until springtime--but we decided to put on our dancing shoes and call a cab.
We wandered into the Little Hamilton warehouse Saturday night to find a DIY winter wonderland waiting for us: glittery shredded paper covered the floor, somewhat resembling snow, white sheets hung down from and covered the ceiling and a fully adorned Christmas tree towered in the corner over a makeshift living room set complete with a TV and hi-fi. We were also reminded why we so often show up late to these things: Showing up early sucks.
Pop quiz, hotshots! Christmas is over, you've rolled your crusty ass back into work, and you need a local rock jolt. How about trying your hand at these five locally flavored questions?
We'll post the answers at 4 p.m.
1.) What grizzled local drummer is playing with Jay Reatard on New Year's Eve?
2.) What fresh-faced keyboard player may or may not join local trio And the Relatives?
3.) What two local indie superstars (and labelmates) are teaming up for a familiarly named duets album?
4.) What local rock icon got rid of his beard in 2004--much to British fans' dismay--only to sorta regrow it lately?
5.) Which two local venue luminaries are hosting back-to-back b-day celebrations tonight and tomorrow night at their respective watering holes?
Answers after the jump.
Dearest listeners, No matter how one chooses to commemorate the winter solstice, I think we all can agree that "Little Drummer Boy" is amongst the most brutal of yuletide carols. Therefore, in Scrooge-like fashion, we, five little boys, got together and, sitting mostly behind instruments unfamiliar, put together a rendition fit for the birthday of the unconquered sun. Submitted to you, in excruciatingly low recording quality, is our meager attempt at a Christmas Carol. Bah Humbug, How I Became the Bomb, The Ghosts of Christmas Future!HIBtB's next slated in-town appearance is for Jan. 30 at Exit/In with Wax Fang and The Non-Commissioned Officers. Happy Holidays, everyone.
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