Capping off one of the strongest weeks of rap shows in recent memory is an appearance from the original major-label hip-hop mogul: the man, the myth, the legend, Kurtis Blow! That might not seem so awkward if it was at a more established venue than the sports bar around the corner from our brother-in-law’s house, but whatevs. We know where we’re pre-gaming. Blow’s claim to fame is that he was the first rapper with a major-label deal, but his lasting impact stems from the fact that everybody and their mom has sampled, referenced and reworked his works almost from the minute they dropped — if we had a dollar for every mixtape that jacked “The Breaks” and “If I Ruled The World,” or a dollar for every “hipster” that has copped his fashion sense, we’d have a whole lotta dollars. But those are the proverbial breaks.
9 p.m. at Big T's Sports Bar and Grill. Video, if you need reminding why this show might be worth the $30 cover, after the cut.
Aw shucks, I speak for The Spin when I say we are sad we missed this one. It's a little surprising the way she holds way, way back in the breakdown of "Chain of Fools" — she really belts it out on the classic recording — but Aretha does as Aretha wants to do.
Exit/In was noticeably bare at the beginning of the Peelander-Z show Sunday night. Maybe the recent storms scared everyone off, maybe everyone was at church repenting for their weekend sins, or maybe people simply had no idea that one of the most entertaining live acts in recent memory was blowing up Elliston Place, but one thing is certain: Those absent really missed out. For the under-inoculated, Peelander-Z is the self-proclaimed “Japanese Action Comic Punk” band based out of NYC (though they claim to be from “Planet Peelander”), and they definitely live up to their description. They’ve garnered a true underground following, currently touring in support of their fifth studio album P-Pop High School. With costumes reminiscent of Power Rangers on acid, suitcases full of props for crowd participation, and high energy punk anthems with nonsensical lyrics, Peelander Yellow, Red, Green, and Pink make sure that everyone gets into the act, whether you want to or not.
If you think Courtney Love’s caterwauling, blasphemous take on the Big Star classic shown above is sacrilegious, get this: Hole is playing the Mother Church on June 29. That’s right. Courtney Love & Co. at The Ryman. Tickets — if you have $35-$45 to throw around and feel like getting a buddy a gag gift or something — go on sale here at 10 a.m. on April 30.
Now, a major reason I wanted to make this announcement is to call something very important to light. Billy Corgan, who, as we all know, wrote several Hole songs and isn’t exactly a shining example of brilliance these days, decided (despite his relatively newfound Jesus-y worldview) to bust on C-Love. Like, real style. Mega-brutal. Here are some tweets Corgan directed at Love:
In comes Kickstarter: an online funding platform for artists, filmmakers, independent researchers, inventors, explorers and, of course, musicians to solicit donations from supporters in order to finance their endeavors. On the site, the user pitches a project and sets a fundraising goal and deadline. If the donations fall short of the goal, the money goes back to the donors. If it exceeds the goal, the user gets to apply the excess funds to the project while the site rakes five percent from the pot. This practice is called web-based crowdsourcing.
UPDATE: We have our winner. Thanks for playing, everyone! And by "thanks for playing" we mean "that anal one was weird!"
Remember way back in, like, January, when DPR asked the question, "If Quasi Played Nashville on April 29, Would You Go?" and you were all like, "Yes! / I would contemplate going / my chances of going to see them fall somewhere between maybe and probably"? Well, get ready to get even more excited than that, because we've got a pair of tickets (aka guest list spots) to give away for this Thursday's show at Mercy Lounge, featuring the aforementioned Quasi and the aforeunmentioned Let's Wrestle. As usual, the funniest caption, as determined by Cream staff, wins.
You don't have to be a registered site user to submit a caption — just scroll down and click on "post without an account" after previewing your comment — but you do have to provide a valid email in order to win. And please check your email so we can confirm your guest list spot.
Contest ends at 3 p.m. Wednesday. Go!
That's where you come in, you show-going, fun-loving, rock-'n'-roll-supporting citizen, you. Do you want awesome shows to stop happening? Of course you don't. LHC is holding a meeting tonight at 6:30 p.m. for anyone interested in helping out. That'd be 1318 Little Hamilton St., 37203. Full message after the jump.
Despite impending rain and our plus-one bailing on us Friday night to go to an outdoor fashion show uptown with James Cameron in attendance — a fashion show at which a horse would eventually take a monster shit on the red carpet … seriously — we opted to soldier on and attend Vanderbilt’s yearly Mini-'Roo, Rites of Spring. But just for Phoenix. We parked at Springwater, huffed it down West End and past some truly bumpin’ frat parties, and picked up our passes to the sounds of Cold War Kids — then again, it could have just been a really piss-poor Walkmen cover band.
The crew we managed to round up met us at the gate amid a sea of sockless bros and Grodie Fosters. It slipped our minds that Rites of Spring is, of course, a BYOB event. Major fail on our part. You’d think, with the abundance of business majors and all, that some wily Van Wilder type would have thought to set up shop behind the Porta-Potties and sell contraband beers. No such luck, but we did find a dude who was willing to give us a Miller Lite for a buck, just as the pride of Versailles took the stage.
UPDATE: We have our winner. Thanks for playing, everyone!
OK, sorry for the short notice on this one, but we've got a pair of tickets to give away to Tuesday night's Julian Casablancas show at The Cannery. New blog format, same rules: Be funny and win.
You don't have to be a registered site user to submit a caption — just scroll down and click on "post without an account" after previewing your comment — but you do have to provide a valid email in order to win. (Protip: Check your email after the contest ends, just in case.)
Contest ends at 4 p.m. Monday (the 26th). You've got all weekend. Go!
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