The Estéreo System: Fueled by otherworldly energy and the spirit of inclusion, Bomba Estéreo will likely move your feet (Playing Monday, 2nd at Mai)
Bones Brigade: The Clutters prove their rock 'n' roll staying power is no coincidence (Playing Saturday, 30th at The Basement; also Tuesday, 3rd at Grimey's)
Farther Along: Emmylou Harris keeps fatalism at bay on Hard Bargain
In The Spin: Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band at Bridgestone Arena and The Kills with Cold Cave at The Cannery Ballroom
Plus Critics’ Picks on Vitalic Noise w/ Sammy Bananas, Local H, Little Hamilton’s No Fest, Those Darlins, Tom Jones, My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult, The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, Interpol, Kinky Friedman, Sleigh Bells and more
So it’s been a minute since I mined the viral videographical treasure trove in search of a piece of local-tinged nostalgia to post as part the Cream’s Golden Nugget series. Here’s a good one. Posted a few weeks back by YouTube user DumpsDailyDump and boasting a whopping seven views, this clip captures a quick little (i.e. “in depth”) nightly news Nug on the “rising stars” of Nashville rock … in 1989. (We just can't stop getting national love these days!) It covers local non-country-ites like Web Wilder [sic], Jason and the Scorchers (surprise!), The Questionnaires and Steve Forbert (the Class of ’89, right?), with commentary from Praxis International’s Andy McClenon — who went on to hold GM and VP of A&R titles at Spongebath and Sire Records, respectively — and the late Jack Emerson.
The Nug also features an analytical pearl or two from then Scene Entertainment Editor Brian Mansfield — now, ironically (doncha think?), a country music critic for USA Today) whose inclusion not only taught me that we used to have an Entertainment Editor, but that my predecessors actually used to wear ties and white shirts while grinding through this gig. Props of posterity to Southcomm’s Resident Bow-Tie Wearing Emo Appologist J.R. Lind for keeping it real (formal) up in this editorial piece.
BOBBY and Led to Sea open that show, to which tickets are $12 in advance and $14 on the 14th.
Thao (Nguyen) is spending some time without The Get Down Stay Down and Mirah (Yom Tov Zeitlyn) is taking some time off from being just Mirah, and they've made a record together named after their first names, "with tUnE-YaRdS mastermind Merrill Garbus co-producing, guesting, and writing one song," as this here email says. The first track we got to hear was "How Dare You," which presents us with a nice sense of the give-and-take between the two as they trade verses and then intertwine voices on lovely oohs and the like. If you're a fan of either's solo work and, y'know, pop music in general, you should have a downright positive reaction to this song, otherwise I'm not sure what's wrong with you:
There's even some wobbly electronics in one part that, for a moment, remind me of a French Paddleboat song whose title escapes me. Anyway, if you like what you hear, go listen to the new album over at NPR.
* Local fraternal punk-rock champions JEFF the Brotherhood are currently en route to Moscow to play the launch party for Vice Russia. Don't forget: Their record, We Are the Champions, will be out June 21. I'm hoping — given the whole Moscow thing — there will be a cover of this song on the record.
* Just yesterday, local popster Keegan DeWitt debuted his tune "Thunder Clatter" via Spinner, and Spinner digs it. DeWitt's currently playing Daytrotter's Barnstormer Tour — which is actually taking place in barns — and giving the tune away as a free download.
* CMJ has a feature on the potential sale of WRVU's broadcast license. They mostly cover ground we've been over with you guys before: the announcement, Chuck D being awesome, Facebook's Jeff Rothschild throwing in his two cents and more. One thing I gathered from the piece that I didn't already know, however: 10,000 Maniacs are "standing in support of WRVU."
* Madi Diaz sat down with American Songwriter and talked about all sorts of things. One such thing was her upcoming record, Plastic Moon. By the way, Madi Diaz was in a restaurant when I spilled a glass of ice water all over my crotch this one time, and she was, like, the only person who didn't laugh at me. That's how I'm remembering it, anyway.
From the desk of Sean "Hell" Maloney — the "Hell" is short for "Hell Yes, I Like Heavy Rock" — comes a Critic's Pick on tonight's Dax Riggs show at Exit/In. Locals Across Tundras open. And here we go:
Tonight we rechristen Elliston Place as the Heavy Rock Block, because this is one of the better, more brutal weeknights we've had in a while. A former Acid Bath and Deadboy and the Elephantmen member, sludge-metal troubadour Dax Riggs is touring behind last year’s excellent Fat Possum release Say Goodnight to the World — the capstone on 20 years of progressive Southern Metal. With him is the single best heavy band in the whole damn town, Across Tundras. Their new album Sage — available nationwide next month on Neurot Recordings (home to the legendary Neurosis) — has taken up residence in our CD player for a month, and we will take any opportunity to tell just about anyone about its pure rock radness. Think Marty Robbins takes Ennio Morricone for a Nantucket Sleighride. Total frontier metal. See, we're doing it again! We can't stop ourselves!
What exactly is it we're doing again? I'm not exactly certain, but if there's a Mountain reference involved, it's gotta be pretty heavy. Door at 9 p.m., and 12 bones will get you in.
* Local songstress Natalie Prass is seeking to fund her full-length debut, and she's launched a Kickstarter campaign to cover the costs of studio time, an engineer and producer, mixing, mastering, packaging and all the other ingredients it takes to whip up a musical souffle and get it to you physically. Prass' Kickstarter video (above) features a sequence that reminds me just slightly of that one part of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Plus there's a precious little bird buddy trying to navigate a blanket fortress. Prass is one week and $1,300 away from her $6,000 goal.
* Glossary is still planning on making their seventh record, and I told you about how they annihilated their $4,000 goal in no time. They've actually doubled it, as a matter of fact. But in case you still feel like contributing to the cause, The Gloss has five days left in their campaign.
* I also told you about how an Infinity Cat intern and her buddy wanted to start a milkshake truck called Moovers & Shakers. Well, they just met their $5,000 goal — on the nose, as a matter of fact. You know what that means: Nashville's first mobile soda parlor will — if all goes according to plan — be rollin' at you soon, doling out dairy-based delicacies beneath the summer sun.
Jonny Corndawg is a vagabond. A listless nomad — a traveling minstrel, perhaps more comfortable running down the open road and playing his songs for strangers than sleeping in his own bed. I know this because, for a very brief time, Jonny "Corndawg" Fritz was my roommate ... though he spent most of that brief span working with leather or tinkering with old motorcycle parts. And he was gone as swiftly as he came, leaving behind only a Southwestern-themed quilt or two and stack of mail that continues to grow thicker every month. But yes, for a time, Jonny Corndawg was a Nashvillian.
Brooklyn-based filmmaker Sean Dunne put together the above short documentary — titled Stray Dawg — which chronicles a portion of Corndawg's tour with Dawes. During this time period, Corndawg was preparing to compete in the Surf City USA Marathon in Huntington Beach, Calif. As you'll see, the healthy neurosis that comes along with being, you know, a fit, sober, whip-smart and self-aware young man was beginning to take its toll on the ol' Dawg as he geared up for the run. "Marathons aren't fun," says Jonny. "This is a nightmare. It's such a bad idea — such a bad idea!" I don't keep up with Jonny too much these days. (Personally, anyhow.) But anytime I get the chance to hear the remarkably insightful and strikingly sweet "Keep Your Body Happy," I remember just what a fascinating individual this guy is. And by the way, if you purchased a shirt from Corndawg that's now falling apart, you can get a new one for free.
This one time I got nostalgic about DCFC before they became arena rockers, but that is neither here nor there. Death Cab's got a new record coming out, called Codes and Keys, and I bet this tour has something to do with that. As you may recall, their video for "You Are a Tourist" was, as the band's handlers were so fond of reminding us, "the FIRST LIVE, SCRIPTED, ONE-TAKE MUSIC VIDEO SHOOT. EVER." Performed April 5 at 4 p.m. PST. Was it hard for the band members to lip-sync along to a song LIVE while performers hit their marks and held still and did choreography all around them? I don't know, but I do know the result looks pretty great. Now that they're playing the big-league venues, will DCFC still throw their old fans a deep cut here and there? Just imagine the deafening silence that would greet "The Face That Launched 1,000 Shits"!
The boys at We Own This Town have been doing it for a minute. And by "it," I mean generating solid content — in both video and audio podcast form — featuring wonderful local acts. And by "for a minute," I mean for at least, like, five years. Well, yesterday WOTT uploaded some long-lost podcasts — WOTT Nos. 6 and 8, specifically — and you can now view them on YouTube or embedded above and below. WOTT No. 6 (above) was shot May 26, 2006, at Exit/In, and it features How I Became the Bomb performing "Bar Song" (remember when Dennis was in the band?), Ghostfinger playing "Moon" (remember when Richie had a horn section and a steel player?) and The Clutters doing "Fire."
After the jump, you'll find WOTT No. 8, shot at The Basement on Aug. 18, 2006. That one's got The Mattoid playing "The Cocksuckers" (remember when Nashville's favorite Finn, Ville, lived here until about two weeks ago?), All We Seabees doing "Bruin Hunt" (remember when they were a band?) and Umbrella Tree playing "Wiseman." Hey, hey, you guys? You guys? Remember when a bill with three local bands could totally sell out a place like The Basement or Exit/In? Without playing any covers? I do. I was barely legal (wink), but I remember.
Here's ol' Natural Child, playing a song in a field to celebrate their new album, 1971. Is "Faces of Death" my favorite Natural Child song? It might be. Just as importantly, if not more so, it's a song that contains my favorite message contained in a Natural Child song, which is that dying is not good, or fun or enjoyable. Some people out there might try to make you think dying is cool, but it's not. Life rules! OK, life gets a little weird sometimes, but still. As Wes Traylor said when he introduced this song at The Mohawk during SXSW, the film Faces of Death, which was released in 1980, "sucks." Just like death.
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