Considering things our little music city desperately needs, what are some other glaring voids that come to mind? A coastline perhaps? Maybe a large, outdoor amphitheater, or an IKEA? How ‘bout a professional baseball team, or a new state legislature? We could probably use a strong-signaled college radio station, right? Not to mention a moratorium on pre-faded jeans. Or … how ‘bout a place Downtown, right on Lower Broad, where you can take in some country-roots-rock and a burger?
Unfortunately, New York-based singer-songwriter, recent assault victim and apparent restaurateur Gavin DeGraw can provide Nashville residents and visitors with only one of these things. The last, sarcastically mentioned one of these things, in fact — a Downtown sanctuary of protein-filled, charcoal-grilled, roots-rockin’ tonk-honky-in yankee-hang.
Among the trips will be a sit-down jaw sesh with members of The Civil Wars' "team" regarding how to "break the mold and re-write the way you self-release an album," an "intimate conversation and performance" with Justin Townes Earle hosted by American Songwriter, talks about A&R, crowd-sourcing, "the new challenges that music 2.0 brings to the industry" and much more. The events will take place at venues including The Belcourt, The Gibson Room, the SoundLand Registration House and more TBA.
SoundLand also announced their full schedule of VIP parties. You can see the full schedules of both the trips and the parties at SoundLand's site or after the jump.
* By their own admission, locals Look What I Did straddle a lot of genre lines — "punk, melodic mathcore, post-hardcore, experimental rock & roll and pop" is how they put it. Well, LWID is currently working on a rock opera titled Zanzibar III: Analog Prison, and their first installment ("Episode One: Brigham Young & David Koresh Rally the Troops on the Moon") is ... well, it's fuckin' ambitious. Reptilian humanoids, water shortages on the moon, et cetera. Space epic stuff. More installments to come, but hear this one via Look What I Did's site or after the jump.
* You Tell Concerts was at The Features' Wilderness release show last weekend at Mercy Lounge. Given The Features' audience, there's a dearth of typical YTC feedback (i.e., "They were fuckin' awwwesome!"), and instead a lot of relatively articulate conversing. Keep your eyes peeled for Scene/Cream shutterbug Steve Cross "popping" his YTC "cherry." Nice one, Steve!
* Jonny Corndawg's on a record cycle! Having just released Down on the Bikini Line, Corndawg dropped in at American Songwriter to perform a series of tunes. There's "Night Rider", "Chevy Beretta" and my personal favorite, "Fools and Sages," which features a sizable helping of that country philosophy the 'Dawg is known for. Oh, and this here's Dad Country.
I don't even ... I can't. I'm just ... OK. Shit just got really weird. Let's let the official statement from Third Man Records do the talking:
With fellow Southwest Detroit-born Jack White at the production helm and musical backing by Nashville's very own Jeff the Brotherhood, this 2011 version of "Leck Mich Im Arsch" marries Mozart's melody (and lyrics sung in operatic German) with ICP's poignant lyrical addition in English and Jeff the B’s monster-riffs, letting the whole thing tie together in the most beautiful of ways.
The 7" single and iTunes digital download of "Leck Mich Im Arsch" will be available for sale on September 13th. One-hundred Tri-color versions of the single will be available from the Third Man Rolling Record Store at the MI Fest in Brooklyn, Michigan on September 17th and another 50 Tri-colors will be randomly inserted into mail orders dispatched by Third Man Records.
Wait a minute, let me just check the date here ... Oh, wow. No, it's not April 1. I guess this is really happening. Hear "Leck Mich Im Arse" (German for "Lick Me in the Arse," naturally) below. Apparently, "Mozart had some underground shit people don't know nuttin' about." Allow Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope to explain:
Hotlanta! Allow me to go out on a limb here for a second and make an assertion: Southern cities, musically speaking, sometimes get pigeon-holed. We Nashvillians know that all too well, given our country stigma — and I'd imagine Memphis knows, too, given their blues and R&B stigma. And Atlanta? Well, they've been known as a hip-hop hub for a couple of decades now. But you know what all three of the aforementioned cities do really well, in addition to country, blues and hip-hop (respectively)? Garage rock, punk rock, garage punk and indie rock. Or, for the sake of brevity, rock 'n' roll. Contributor Lance Conzett has a thing or two to say about Atlanta's Balkans. Have a read:
Between Black Lips, Hawks and Balkans, it's starting to sound like the underground indie and punk scene in Hotlanta is a lawless hive of indoor fireworks and bodily fluids. Balkans quickly developed a reputation in the ATL scene for their antics, which, while not nearly as gross or extreme as Black Lips' in their day, reportedly got them kicked out of more than a few venues and basements. But, like the Lips before them, they've calmed down since 2008 (or at least they've run out of fireworks), now focusing instead of angular, super-charged indie rock that netted them kudos from Spin, The Fader and Creative Loafing, who named them the best new local band in 2009. Now touring on the release of their self-titled debut, Balkans' spazzy, high-energy rock songs are good enough that you won't even notice that the band hasn't chucked raw meat at anyone. —LANCE CONZETT
The Inscape opens, and tickets are $10 at the door.
Update: According to this tweet, Balkans' show tonight at Exit/In has been canceled.
Keffer is also something of a traveling, gonzo-style experimental-music reporter. You see, last weekend, Tusco Embassy held their third annual Voice of the Valley Festival of Weird Music in Pentress, W. Va., which featured performances from locals Keffer, Hobbledeions, Unicorn Hardon and more. With no electricity other than the generator used to power the stage, no facilities other than portable toilets and no rules other than "Get weird" (I assume), some might balk at a weirdo fest like VotV. Keffer, however, went there to the maximum, and she reported on it for Vice. There were some astute notes about, you know, what performances actually sounded like, but my favorite bits (surprise!) are the ones about drugs and stuff:
As the night went on the drug dealers became apparent. There was a guy from Jersey who had Molly, a girl from Chicago had Ecstasy and gallons of whiskey. Twig (Nautical Almanac) was rumored to be on Shrek, and Lavender (Cock E.S.P.) lost her mushrooms. About 85% of the people in attendance were under the influence of the aforementioned drugs. And no one had a scale.
A Long Walk
Aaron Hibbs (Sword Heaven, etc.) drove the gear back and forth from the stage to the parking lot for people this year. I overheard Aaron telling Rat Bastard that after VoV he will be leaving Baltimore to start his practice walk for when he hoola hoops around the world in 2012. He will be walking from Baltimore to the West Coast. Rat tells him, “I knew a guy that tried to walk from Moscow to Mexico City who quit when he got to Siberia.” Aaron smiled and said, “Yeah, Siberia’s pretty rough.”
You see? Festival reporting, my friends, is all about color — in this case, those colors specifically being the color of mud-smeared flesh, drug-speckled mixed drinks and whatever the fuck "Shrek" is. Congrats on staying alive, Keffer!
* You know that brand-new, JW-produced, TMR-released single from the Australian Lanie Lane we told you about last week? It's called "Ain't Hungry," and now there's a video for it. Kinda looks like it was shot at a dinner party with no dinner, which I suppose is appropriate, since the whole song is about not needing or wanting dinner and all that. See it after the jump.
* There was a lot of big talk from local punk rockers Diarrhea Planet about debuting their brand-new single via Spin today. Today rolled around, and no dice yet. Maybe that moment will come shortly, and I can either update this post or do another one. (Or is it just a prank? The Planeteers have been known to pull a fast one.) The newsy bits train keeps on rolling. In the meantime, this Spanish-language blog did a post on DP, which is funny, because it resulted in phrases like, "encandilando al personal con cinco intensas canciones: la mejor, de ellas es sin duda 'Ghost With a Boner.'"
Remember Hot Chelle Rae? No? Yes? Well, they’re a band from here. They’re on Jive Records. And their vapid primed-for-Radio-Disney dance-rock hooks, mega-church coiffures and smiling baby faces make Miley Cyrus’ whole general aesthetic look punker than Wendy O. Williams. But as we at the Cream learned a few years back, their unmitigated lameness is news to them. More about that in a minute.
This year, the band’s single “Tonight Tonight” became a Top 40 hit — reaching as high as No. 7 on the Billboard Hot 100. Not to mention reaching the ears of Taylor Swift, who brought the band onstage to sing the song during a performance Saturday night at The Staples Center in Los Angeles. (See video above.) Proof that cynicism (like ours) in the blogosphere can only accomplish so much when it comes to discouraging hacks from persisting in their pursuits of producing bad art.
Dude just looked poor, not “cool-poor,” not “the virtuous ascetic aesthetic of poverty as novelty-poor,” or “alluding to my material transcendence-poor,” but that un-manicured, “maybe he’s homeless-poor,” without any abstract semiotics going on: the disruptive, inconvenient, buzz-kill kind of poor. On top of that, he was friendly; so he was obviously “scaring” people. Luckily, before approaching his mortified audience in the checkout line he whipped out a cell-phone, a smart one nonetheless, and his pileus was silently applauded by a collective internal sigh of relief, and of course, everything was “cool.”
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The girl in the front with the slinky looks like she's having a great time.