Do you remember when Mayor Karl Dean announced that he, along with the Nashville Chamber of Commerce, would be putting together a “Music Business Council” featuring Kix Brooks, Emmylou Harris, Jack White and more? Of course you remember … Pitchfork reported on it. The council was apparently cobbled together with the intention of attracting “creative” types to town, as well as expanding the CMA Fest, enhancing music education and “creating a new, non-country music festival” … which I guess is like Next Big Nashville, but different somehow?
So, what is perhaps the first discernible fruit of the Music Business Council’s labors is the above video. It features sound bites from several of the council’s members — Kix Brooks, Emmylou Harris, Next Big Nashville’s Jason Moon Wilkins, Vector Management’s Ken Levitan and more — as they discuss the diversity of genres within Nashville’s music community, the potential for “cottage industry,” how technologies are important and how magic happens on the floor. Organically. Right. So here’s the thing:
“The ‘90s are over. It’s nice to be playing a small club,” Courtney Love said midway through last night’s Hole performance at The Cannery Ballroom. And, of course, by Hole we mean Love and some twentysomethings who probably should’ve stayed in college. Due to a “scheduling conflict" (i.e. dismal ticket sales), the show, Initially booked at The Ryman, was re-routed to The Cannery — less than half the size — which ended up being a little more than half full itself when all was said and done.
I'd never heard of Winkball before this morning, but they seem to be playing an Internet game that is similar to the Internet game that is played by You Tell Concerts, only they probably call it something else over in the U.K., like "viddlygoobing" or something. Anyway, they asked a bunch of people about The Dead Weather show in Camden, before and after, and people answered in some very British ways — "We were proper game for it" — and in some ways that were more universally rockin', like this guy:
Q: "And which song in particular are you looking forward to them playing tonight?"
A: "Uh, cant remember the name of it, the one that goes, [sickly animal noises] ... sounds like he's being choked. Probably called 'Choked.' "
That's my favorite, too!
Not only one of the sharpest up-and-coming songwriters in Nashville, Natalie Prass possesses a rare artistic method she infuses into all her endeavors. She handcrafts album artwork and flyers and organizes local vinyl listening parties/drawing sessions, and there appears to be little end to the homespun creativity of this bright young talent. She’s also no slouch in the pipes department either — the girl can sing. Although her debut EP is titled Small & Sweet, Prass’ brand of indie folk is not to be underestimated. While her delicate alto evokes clear benchmarks of influence — see early Rilo Kiley, Feist, Karen Carpenter, etc. — Prass never seems weighed down by the artists she’s absorbed. Instead, she has developed a refreshing guitar-grounded musical vocabulary and a knack for infectious and entrancing tunes. Still, it’s a spirit of invitation and friendship that continues to be Prass’ most pronounced attribute. As further evidence, joining her will be several fresh-faced folk friends including Austin Manuel, Joseph LeMay and band Tiberian Traps. Since she’s currently working on a new full-length album, this show should be a great opportunity to catch some of Prass’ newest tunes and watch as she continues to strike a chord all her own.
9 p.m. at The End, $5.
Local corner man personality roustabout joker Dean Shortland recently showed up in character as Tex Rambunctious to one of those ever-popular Happy Valley events, and the end result was actually pretty hyphy, yet somehow both vintage-y and modern-y. The above video was shot by frequent Cream contributor Seth Graves, and it features cameos from all sorts of local personalities — Heather Byrd, Jonny Kingsbury, a certain Naked Without Us rep, et cetera — as well as frequent usage of the words "vagina" and "douche." Dean, I've emailed with your mum a time or two (not a joke), and I'm wondering what she thinks of Tex. Anyway, good luck landing that Red Bull endorsement!
I'm proud to inform you that Lake Fever is, indeed, alive and well. After John Baldwin left the company to pursue his own mastering service, Jason Bullock and I had no intention of dissolving Lake Fever. His departure has given us the chance to restructure our work method and refocus our energy. As Bernard Butler sings, "people move on". Well, we're moving on. … Moving out of our spot on Music Row was a tough decision, but given the monthly overhead we've been paying for the past five years, it simply made sense to end our lease. We have so many wonderful memories of that place and the whole process was all very bittersweet.
Highlights include!
Make no mistake - this was an astonishingly awful performance that had few moments of redeeming musical value. Song titles, lyrics, guitar chords - Love remembered only some of them, and infrequently. Then again, what was really the best-case musical scenario? A competent recreation of songs more than a decade old, played by Love and her latest hired hands?
She also introduced an assistant, Lisa, who was on stage for the entire show filming Love on an iPhone. Not on the side of the stage. Not filming a few songs. The entire show, on stage, often directly in front of Love.
"Do you really like rock music?" she asked one female. "Because you're African-American. That would be like me being into Lil Wayne." She wasn't joking.
I missed posting about the official release of this one by, oh, precisely two weeks. But better late than never and all that, yes? You might have heard talk that local second-generation songman Bobby Bare Jr. has been working on an epic tribute to poet, songwriter and general badass Shel Silverstein for a couple of years now. Well, it dropped on June 8 via Sugar Hill Records, and it features some of the most impressive cameos I've heard on a tribute record ... well, ever. We're talkin' Kris Kristofferson, Andrew Bird, My Morning Jacket, Lucinda Williams, John Prine, Bare Sr., Frank Black, Dr. Dog and much more. Above you can see Bare the Junior performing "Daddy What If" with his boy, Beckham, but the version on the record features his daughter, Isabella. You might recall that Junior and Senior were nominated for their version of the precious Silverstein-penned number back in the ’70s. I gave Twistable, Turnable Man a listen for ARAD, and it's most definitely a keeper. See the track list and hear a very DPR-friendly sample after the jizz-ump.
Are you surprised that the topic of lifting weights doesn't come up more often in rock lyrics? Do you like seven-layer falsettos? Do you like music that puts the "chest" in "orchestration"? Here's a video of the many-fangled band known as The New Whole Usuals doing their song "Moonswell" in front of an occasionally attentive audience over at Mercy Lounge back in May. If you like what you see, you can check out another video of the novel complete regulars filmed at The Basement and streaming, with limited commercial interruption, at Livestream. If you like what you hear, you can go buy/stream their album Every New Whole Usual Will Die over at their Bandcamp page, and then see how they did it — chaos! Beauty! Two-by-fours! — after the jump.
We’ll understand if you don’t believe us when we say it, but we had every intention of catching openers The Dutchess & The Duke. Certainly, their presence on a New Pornographers/Dodos tour didn’t make a whole lot of sense — they’d be more at home opening for a solo Neko Case show — but, in the interest of a diverse indie palate, we were looking forward to seeing them. Barring a Next Big Nashville performance where The Billy Goats killed it in front of us and roughly 12 of their friends at the ungodly hour of 8 p.m., a show at Cannery starting earlier than 9:30 is unheard of. We figured at 9 p.m., we’d be in with plenty of time to spare. Not so much. We found out later that The Dutchess & The Duke started around 8:15, so we missed the whole damn set. Sorry, bros! Next time?