This Green Series we have at Third Man Records — I wanted to be able to talk with people who have trade jobs and make records with them. I want to do more records with carpenters, electricians, people who specialize in even more bizarre trades that are off the beaten path. And an auctioneer is such a uniquely American thing. I keep thinking in my head, perhaps it's not as American as I think, but it feels so Southern. It feels so American. Like, hundreds of years of American tradition is involved in it.
You can purchase the Jerry King 7-inch via Third Man’s store, and while you’re there, check out the footage from Wanda Jackson’s performance at the TMR homepage. Just be sure to visit ThirdManRecords.com — not ThirdMan.com. That is, unless you’re a big fan of blues singer Dana “Third Man” Gillespie.
Here's something you don't see everyday: It's Nashville-by-way-of-Murfreesboro-by-way-of-the-moon's own Richie Kirkpatrick backing up Jessica Lea Mayfield during the (nearly local-by-default) Ohio songstress' network television debut — from last Friday's episode of The Late Show With David Letterman. Train your aminal eyes on the clip above above to see Kirkpatrick complement Mayfield's "Our Hearts Are Wrong" — a pretty sick jam, if I may say so myself — with some nasty tone and dirty distortion as he picks the gee-tar with the deft touch of his Ghostfingers. Good gig — it's great to see someone's out there givin' him money, you know, so he can get high. Anyway, Letterman says he enjoyed the performance "considerably," while Paul Schaffer "loved it" — now you should too.
Side note: Mayfield's older brother David (on keyboards) looks kinda like a cross between Chris Scruggs and Matisyahu, don'tcha think?
Got some new music that is totally beast and ready for the world, and you're ready to record, but don't have the bones for that Apogee setup you've been eyeing? Need a pro to help you lay down some hot tracks? Sure, this is Music City, and there are myriad studios to choose from, but based on the above video tour, I think you should at least consider A Ray of Light Studios. House engineer Tehuti tha Sage has all kinds of "big-boy things" there, including a microphone, a mixing board and purple foam padding. (You will need to supply your own magic marker if he dupes CDs for you, though.) He also has nice abs and can superimpose an animated winter scene, with realistic falling snow and snowman, onto your video. I don't know if his claim of "the best rates in town" is accurate, but $20 per hour certainly seems competitive! Your move, Battle Tapes.
(HT goes to Maloney, who sent me this via a link that doesn't work anymore. Sorry, original person who found this.)
Openers will be a certain Brother of Chico Dusty, aka Wick-It, and Manuel.
You've probably seen this, but here is Ahmir Thompson (and his sister) giving a tour of his record room, reportedly now at 70,000 pieces:
Of all the local battles of bands, none generate the storm and stress that the now-annual Road to Bonnaroo series does. If you don’t believe us, check some of the comment threads at our music blog, Nashville Cream — this has got to be the only concert series in town with conspiracy theorists. (Yes, we cast a vote. No, we’re not in cahoots with some wicked cabal that hates your favorite band.) Competing for a coveted slot at this year’s Bonnaroo festival, eight acts per week — these three free shows serve as special editions of the regular 8 of 8th series — fight it out for three tickets to Manchester glory. And this year’s inaugural lineup is worthy of all the attention-grabbing antics, overly social networking and vote-seducing glad-handing that will surely ensue: Singer-songwriter Courtney Jaye, glam-rock auteur Majestico, smooth-spitting MC Chancellor Warhol, shoegaze heroes Heartbeater, surf-rock heartthrob Evan P. Donohue, funky rockers Kink Ador, Southern rockers The Kicks and ace guitar-slinger Tyler Bryant kick off what is sure to be another crazy, heated run of shows. Free
If you want to get to know tonight's combatants a little bit — is Hearbeater still the only band to throw down some serious propaganda? — the Mercy Lounge blog has posted a blurb and some media for each of them. The order of the bands won't be determined until right before the show, so be sure you get there early and get your ballot. Democracy counts (for half the final score, in this case)!
One possible formula for veneering your album's cover is choosing a William Eggleston photo. As observed by Jack Silverman, your band would not be the first.
The Father of Color Photography and a paragon of Southerness (just like Mammaw), Eggleston has an exhibit at the Frist entitled Anointing the Overlooked which ends May 1. Check out album-art affinities by groups such as Big Star, Spoon, Derek Trucks Band, and Jimmy Eat World among others after the jump.
Then there’s the Belmont kid. Colton Dixon. I don’t know if he actually goes to Belmont, but he looks like he hangs out outside PM drinking Cokes (go Jesus!) and talking about hair products. He had a whole CCM, emo, Movement Nashville vibe, but didn’t squeak into the next round. The brilliant Richard Lawson at Gawker thinks he was robbed.
With round one of Mercy Lounge and BMI's third annual Road to Bonnaroo battle royale just around the corner — as in, on Monday — the spirit of competition is in the air, if only slightly. So far, ragtag local alt-rock quartet Heartbeater are the only band of Monday's eight hopefuls to throw down the promotional gauntlet and post a campaign spot on YouTube in a bid to rally the troops, dominate the competition and ultimately rock the 'Roo's Troo Music Lounge. (See above.) Funny stuff. Now it falls on Evan P. Donohue, Courtney Jaye, Chancellor Warhol, Majestico, Kink Ador, The Kicks and Tyler Byant to up the ante and issue their own Bonnaroo-or-bust fatwas. So listen up guys: You have the weekend to make things happen. Never underestimate the importance of bringing out your base. Simple shit. We Cream-dreamers will check in on Monday and see what you've got. Don't let us down — we like content. And while you're at it, make it easy on us and send links to cream [at] nashvillescene [dot] com. 'Roo it.
To the residents of Funky Nashville: It was good to see all y'all at Exit/In for The Budos Band on Thursday night. We're not gonna lie, we were half expecting an empty room since more often than not, out-town-band plus weeknight times Biblical motherfucking weather equals weak attendance. And from the sound of it, everybody else there was expecting the same thing. But what we all got was a few hundred lively folks ready to get funky — it was beautiful, surprising and just altogether fan-fucking-tastic. Occasionally your soul just screams for a killer show with a killer crowd and that, ladies and gentleman, is exactly what went down.
For me, personally, Heypenny have been growers. I wasn't immediately a fan of frontman Ben Elkins' vocal style, but as he and his crew have developed, I've grown more and more intrigued by their arrangements and melodies. On Tuesday, Heypenny officially released A Jillion Kicks, which you can stream and/or purchase via Bandcamp. Their release show is tomorrow, Feb. 26, at Mercy Lounge; Mikky Ekko, Natalie Prass & Action! appear in support. My pick, my friends:
It’s been a long time coming, but — after “a barnstormer session, redoing what had taken two years to track in a matter of five days” — local robot-rockers Heypenny finally have a new full-length. The characteristic excess and staccato, stream-of-consciousness vocals Heypenny have come to be known for still remain on A Jillion Kicks, but frontman Ben Elkins has branched out significantly. From quirky lyrical turns — as in “A Star for All the Kids,” when Elkins slips into rapid-fire Pig Latin — to the frantic, “Voodoo Child”-cribbing psychedelic power of “Water” and the playful, pitch-shifted vocals of “Ticket,” it’s clear that the ‘Penny are doing more than just playing off of their influences. They’re making their own contributions as well. It’s endearing, idiosyncratic synth-pop that pays homage to New Wave and electro-funk conventions, but tops it all with a bit of Information Age icing. As endlessly bubbly and occasionally childlike as A Jillion Kicks’ melodies and tongue-in-cheek lyrics may be, these tunes are always imbued with well-executed instrumentation and unique, dense tones. Also appearing are fellow locals Action!, Natalie Prass and Mikky Ekko, “all of whom will be joining us onstage,” sayeth Heypenny. No one’s ever accused these guys of thinking small.
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