Here's a show we didn't hear about in time for this week's glossy, which we are telling you about now: Omaha stalwart Simon Joyner will be playing a house show over on the East side of town Saturday night. If you haven't heard Joyner's songs before, you've probably heard their echo in the form of his influence on Bright Eyes' Conor Oberst. Check out a little dose of his vivid, melancholy lyricism in the clip above, then make up your mind to make your way over to 2914 Glenmeade Dr. Saturday, and hang out for a bit. Kelli Shay Hix and Paper Hats will also perform.
The inimitable local crooner Jordan Caress and I were discussing the nature of the British Hip Barometer as compared to the American one last night. Our discussion began with our mutual disappointment in the respective performances we caught in Austin from Britain's latest potato-faced, over-hyped export, The xx. That got me thinking about how it sucks that a country whose most massive exports were once all Beatles, Zeppelins, Stones, Whos, Bowies and Costellos is now mostly about producing Keanes, Coldplays and Muses. Hey, sign of the times, I suppose. And it's not like America's currently churning out modern Beach Boys, Buddy Hollies and Johnny Cashes -- at least no one of that groundbreaking/critically acclaimed/substantial an ilk who can sell like Elvis or Michael Jackson.
There's a point here -- a British point. And it's all about how some pop-culture scientist says Music is now Religion, but that still doesn't mean that the readers of Q Magazine have good taste.
Ear protection: One of these days we're going to realize just how important it is before we're trying to go to sleep with a monster ring in our ears. Ah well, fuck it -- Wednesday night's six-band metal onslaught at The Muse was worth a little tinnitus! Maybe even a lot of tinnitus. Actually, if you don't mind us asking, are you talking? We see your lips moving but all we hear is SQUEEEEEEEE. What was that? Huh? We can't ... ah, nevermind, we don't care what you're saying anyway. The portion of The Spin's multiple personality disorder that has all the metal cred couldn't make it to the show, so the petulant acid-casualty part of our persona had to cover. In other words, don't expect a lot of references to obscure Eastern European MiniDisc-only albums, or adjectives with umlauts and whatnot.
You'd really have to be a prick of the heartless variety to not get behind the idea of a girls rock 'n' roll camp. As many of you know, we have one here, the Southern Girls Rock and Roll Camp in Murfreesboro -- alumnae include Jessi Darlin. Modeled after the Rock and Roll Camp for Girls in Portland, Ore., it's one of a handful of such establishments across the country. Tonight, Girls Rock!, a documentary about the Portland's OG GRRC, will screen, followed by a discussion with SGRRC directors Katie Blankenship and Nicole Tekulve, along with former camper Olivia Throckmorton. The Scene's own Tracy Moore had a thing or two to say about the film in this week's dead tree edish:
On its surface, this documentary about an Oregon girls' rock camp is merely a weeklong peek into the Northwestern version of our own Southern Girls Rock and Roll Camp in Murfreesboro. But the takeaway is really more feminist fist-pump than rock 'n' roll love letter: It shows what happens when you encourage confidence over come-hither in young women during their formative years. Of course, anyone who's grown up around girls won't be surprised to find these likable misfits embracing shtick-y posturing, noise rock and guttural growls as effortlessly as their boy counterparts, but anyone who's spent five minutes on earth will still find it heartbreaking to watch them struggle to unpack already deeply entrenched body image issues at the tender age of 9 -- all just to pick up a guitar. Stick around after the screening for a discussion with SGRRC members about the local camp and a Q&A. 7 p.m. at Sarratt Cinema
Tegan and Sara, Inc.: For the Canadian twin-sister duo, it's about business, collaboration and the art of the earworm. (Playing Wednesday, 31st at The Ryman.)
Every Little Thing She Does: Holly Miranda shines through a heavy atmosphere on The Magician's Private Library. (Playing Wednesday, 31st at The Ryman.)
Long Way Around: Joanna Newsom finds a new voice on her challenging -- and rewarding -- new album Have One on Me. (Playing Sunday, 28th at Mercy Lounge.)
On Center: Wynton Marsalis leads the accomplished Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra through the paces. (Playing Friday, 26th at Schermerhorn Symphony Center.)
In The Spin: The xx at SXSW, Road to Bonnaroo & more.
Plus Critics' Picks on everything from Japandroids to Chelsea Hotel, The Quebe Sisters to Impaler.
* Judging by their new album artwork, if that's their new album artwork, The Dead Weather have really gotten into Catholicism, the Klan or Sunn O))). Or maybe all three. Sea of Cowards is reportedly the name of the new joint. [The Dead Weather]
* JEFF the Brotherhood recorded a Daytrotter session. "The title track on Nashville band Jeff The Brotherhood's newest record, [Heavy Days], must have been a unanimous choice. There isn't another song on it that embodies all of the catatonic aloofness that Jeff and Jamin Orrall embrace, but still conversely conveys ..." Wait, who? [Daytrotter]
* It has come to our attention that local Brit-poppin' daddies Stories That Live put an EP of "unreleased tidbits" called Black up on the Bandcamp, where you and me and everyone we know can download it for free. Fancy! Take a drink every time they mention Gallatin Pike or killing your boyfriend. [Stories That Live on Bandcamp]
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A couple weeks ago, I constructed a boredom-inspired post concerning the lack of solo/side projects around these parts lately. Well, I probably can't take credit for inspiring any and all local offshoot music PJs that spring up from here on out, but I'm going to anyway.
The first of my seedlings to sprout is from Dillon Smith. You may recognize Dillon as the bassist/violinist for Happy Birthday Amy and Ascent of Everest, and most recently rhythm guitarist for The Protomen. Dillon announced yesterday that Meltface Music Faction will be releasing a collection of his solo work as noirtest called 21st Century. Smith apparently wrote these pieces as a gift to his father, which I find kind of amazing. Frankly, if I handed my dad a disc of avant-garde neoclassical compositions, he'd probably ask me to never give him anything again. A couple of the tracks feature Dillon's wife and bandmate Amy Smith on vocals, and in true solo project style, were composed, written, recorded and mixed by Smith himself.That said, check it out, stream it, buy it, then fire up the four-track and start overdubbing yourself. I want to see at least four more of these by summer.
UPDATE: We have our winner. Thanks for playing, everyone!
Gold told you about the Big Ears Fest going down in Knoxville this weekend, but if you missed that, the short version is there's a lot of great music coming to East Tennessee. The medium-length version is that this year's Big Ears includes Terry Riley, William Basinski, Javelin, The xx, The Ex, The National, Dirty Projectors, St. Vincent, Vampire Weekend, Abe Vigoda, Adrian Belew, Andrew W.K., Joanna Newsom, Warband, Sufjan Stevens, Paper Hats, The Bang on a Can All-Stars covering Brian Eno's Music for Airports and lot more. For the long version, check out the festival site. Meanwhile here's your chance to win a pair of deluxe "Inner Ear Weekend Passes," worth $250 each (!) just by being your good old hilarious caption-writing self right here on this blog.
The usual rules apply -- be funny, include your email address so we can notify you (it won't be published) and, for goodness' sake, check your email. Contest ends tomorrow (Thursday) at 3 p.m. Go!
Well isn't this week just chock full of attendance-worthy, above-average rock shows? Tonight's another busy one, with West Coasters The Soft Pack at Exit/In (and earlier in the day at Grimey's), Southerners The Moaners at The End and West Coasters Black Cobra at The Muse. What's it gonna be, Nashville? Your fresh-off-a-bunch-of-shows-at-SXSW indie darling boy rockers, your fuzzed-out feminist blues stompers, or your face-rattling sludge-metal snake wizards? Yeah, it's a good problem to have. Check out some decision-making videos (plus text!) after the jump.
Just about any local rock musician remembers the constant controversy following now-defunct pop-punk trio The Pink Spiders, and how they flaunted their blatant career ambitions for all to criticize, arguably making them the most honest band in the history of Nashville rock. As detailed in this 2008 Scene cover story, a rough ride through the corporate wood chipper and inter-band financial friction resulted in the departure of the drummer Bob Ferrari and bassist John Decious. After a little over a year spent touring with a Spiders 2.0 rhythm section, frontman Matt Friction called an end to the pink and black entity.
While many were quick to assume that the disputes that precipitated the fall of The Pink Spiders were irreconcilable, the situation is anything but acrimonious. In fact, all three members -- Friction, Ferrari and Decious -- played on my rock 'n' roll trivia team last night at Mercy Lounge, where they informed me of an upcoming one-off reunion.
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