One thing we didn't get notice of before the paper went to press: Kings of Leon singer Caleb Followill will be the subject of this year's Artist Keynote Interview. That will be at 4:30 p.m. tomorrow (Thursday) at the Curb Center. Try not to get a parking ticket like I did. (At least it had a kind note at the end: "Also, this isn't really a parking space.") Anyway, non-conference goings-on start going on tonight as well, and here some highlights:
It's gotten so bad, they've taken to playing local fire stations.
I'd have to say that if they ever issue a "Way to Go, Champ" Award, it probably needs to go to Rena Coen. Why? Because she gave birth to not one, but two of the most badass filmmakers of our time. Joel and Ethan are at it again, this time re-imagining Charles Portis' 1968 novel about 14-year-old Mattie Ross, who "undertakes a quest to avenge her father's death at the hands of a drifter named Tom Chaney." Um, awesome. The film stars Matt Damon, Josh Brolin, Jeff Bridges and a girl who looks an awful lot like the dude from Ghostland Observatory.
So, pretty cool and all, but why Creamy? I'll tell you why. That haunting, gorgeous tune you hear in the trailer above is a traditional gospel number called "Where No One Stands Alone." It was penned by Mosie Lister, and here it's performed by the Nashville-based Peasall Sisters. Fun fact: The Peasall Sisters provided the singing voices of George Clooney's daughters — the Wharvey Girls — in the 2000 Coen Brothers classic, O Brother, Where Art Thou? The Coens have been known to use the same talent from time to time, no? Our boy Edd Hurt wrote a piece on The Peasall Sisters back in 2009, if you feel like getting familiar. Congrats to the Peasalls for getting to work with the Coens again and for basically giving me the most epic case of goosebumps I've had all week.
"I was born into a charismatic-nondenominational family in Nashville, TN.. My mother sang hymns and spoke in tongues. My dad played bluegrass. I hopped trains for the first time when I was eleven years old under the Ben Allen Bridge in East Nashville." So begins Luke Roberts' description of himself in the catalog notes for his album Big Bells and Dime Songs, released on Ecstatic Peace. Here's the video for "Unspotted Clothes," filmed on the highway to Hell, in a parking garage and in some sort of public fountain, with smoke and fire and bikinis besides. One of the more captivating music videos I've seen in a while. Whatever, Gaga.
UPDATE: The video is directed by Nashville filmmaker and rapscallion James Clauer, whose short film "Aluminum Fowl" ruffled feathers at Sundance in 2008. He's currently editing his first full-length feature, which he shot in Nashville over the last few months. Working title: When the World's on Fire.
The first band we caught was Parting Gifts, a collaboration featuring Greg Cartwright of The Oblivians (in a sweaty “Rock ’n’ roll Adventure Kids” T-shirt) and Coco Hames of The Ettes. Their set started with a catchy track, “Keep on Walkin’,” from their upcoming album. They sounded great, with Chuck Berry riffs and boogie-woogie piano and awesome, pounding drums provided by Poni of The Ettes. Their music isn’t straightforward punk, but soulful, moody garage rock that seems to take inspiration from many decades of intense, heartfelt rock ’n’ roll.
We took a break to socialize outside on the patio, and found the Gospel of Power prepping for their set by drinking beer. Dave Cloud was enthusiastic about his fellow musicians: “The Strapping Plowmen — I met them, they’re nice as hell.” (We hear one Strapping Fieldhands member is a longtime Gospel of Power fan, and already owned all their records!)
Can we, as a nation, just put aside our differences for a brief moment and concentrate on what really matters: making sure Janelle Monae gets into the arenas she should be playing instead of the clubs she is? Pretty please? Sunday night's show at The Cannery Ballroom was amazing — jaw-dropping, even — but a 1,000-capacity room is not nearly enough to contain this woman's talent. We don't say this often — in fact we don't think we've ever said this, honestly — but this is an artist that would be better if accompanied Jumbotrons and a stage the size of a small strip mall. Can we please, please, please put Ms. Monae on the fast track to super-stardom, like, stat?
Our latest reader, Curtis James Jackson III — known to most as 50 Cent — recently shared the above image via his consistently entertaining Twitter account. He had the following to say regarding his alleged beef with Young Buck:
For some reason I think youngbuck mad at me..who cares..gimme my $250k back sucker!
You might recall Mark Wheeler's cover story from back in July, in which Buck shared his thoughts on "life after 50." You also might recall that, shortly after the story, Young Buck filed for bankruptcy.
[Props to Rachel Briggs at American Songwriter for the heads-up.]
... WRVU DJ’s are the only student media operatives who interact directly with the public, when listeners call in to talk, or request music (even from prison, as many of those who have manned the phones can attest). For many years, the station has been (and continues to be) the home of award-winning programs showcasing material unavailable on any other broadcast station in the Nashville metro area — for example, bluegrass, Indian music, or LGBT-themed news and commentary. In short, WRVU represents the university community to Nashville and its surroundings.
But then they touch on another aspect — the audience. Wollaeger has said WRVU's audience is very small. That doesn't matter, say the alumni, and never has:
According to a comment on Turner's JukeboxAlive site, he died some time Saturday night, "doing what he loved, behind a guitar and a mic." Turner was a fixture of the ’80s club scene, playing in bands like Blacks on Blondes and The Movement.
At the moment, we are trying to find more information on his untimely passing, and will update this post with anything we are able to report. Those with info can email music /at/ nashvillescene.com. Our thoughts go out to family and friends.
Update: We have our winner. Thanks for playing, everyone!
So with all the chat about the swiftly approaching Next Big Nashville festivities, you may have forgotten that a couple of, ahem, national, non-NBN-affiliated acts will be passing through town this weekend as well. Among them is the brainy, wine-soaked, dapperly clad Brooklyn-by-way-of-Cincinnati outfit The National, who will be performing at The Ryman on Sunday, Oct. 3. I got to speak with Scott Devendorf last week — he belongs to one of The National's two pairs of brothers, and he mostly plays bass. Be on the lookout for my feature on the classy ex-Cincinnatians, as well as my interview with Devendorf.
Anyway. The drill: You know it. We've got two tickets to The National's show on Sunday, and we'd like to give them to you ... but only if you're funny. Concoct a clever caption for the above photo, and the one we Creamers deem the funniest shall earn its creator said National tickets. Be sure to include your email address; it won't be published, but we'll need it in order to contact you.
You have until 3 p.m. on Wednesday, Sept. 29. Be funny! Oh, and for good measure, you'll find an MP3 of The National's "Bloodbuzz Ohio" from this year's High Violet after the jump. Listen to it. Let it inspire you.
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