Off the top my head, Friday the 13th makes me think of four things: self-fulfilling shit-luck prophecies, suspicious idiots, all those cursed and unchaste camp counselors who were silently slain at Crystal Lake, and local trad-country satirist D. Striker’s long-running RR release parties — a Nashville tradition, est. 1998.
Legend has it, every Friday the 13th, the illusive Striker (also a loyal Cream commenter) releases his RR zine — a black and yellow, staple-bound piss-take on unlucky Music City A-listers — celebrating said release with a party centered primarily on tuneful country parodies, sets by local rock favorites, and a wall-to-wall papering honoring the brightest of primary colors and every pirate’s favorite letter, ARRRRR.
Since 2011 — RR’s 13th year in print (ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha) — holds only one occurrence of the damned date, this Friday marks your only opportunity this year to celebrate calendar-conscripted cosmic misfortune. Joining D in doing so — at FooBar this time around — are Derek Hoke and The Lonely H. So mark your calendars (kidding), watch out for cracks and banana peels, and train your cursor to the play arrow on the embedded video above to get pumped. As you'll see, like his predecessor Jason Voorhees, Striker kills without uttering a word.
Oh, like I'd let myself miss an opportunity to post this: