Remarkably, Preds post-game traffic and light rain didn’t deter my lazy ass from hitting up Cheap Time’s record release show at The Zombie Shop on Friday night. More of you should have followed suit. Really.
Regrettably, I made a relatively late arrival and missed Ranch Ghost’s first-out-of-the-gate set. Now, here are a couple things you non-attendees missed: D. Watusi turning in their seemingly weekly local performance of rockin’, rambunctious freakbeat revivalism for a smallish but invigorated crowd of from-thrift-store-clad brown baggers. That was cool. ‘Twas then followed by a punishing, distortion-and-haunting-facial-contortion-laden set from Detroit garage-psych luminary Tim Vulgar’s (Clone Defects, Human Eyes) Timmy’s Organism. And then Cheap Time slayed all in attendance by playing Wallpaper Music in its entirety, hardly once ever stopping between tracks to take a breath as they enraptured and deafened all with their deft musical approximation of The Sex Pistols gone psychedelic.
You also missed your chance to gawk Aziz Ansari, who turned up after doing his stand-up thing at TPAC.
You (and thankfully the fuzz) also missed me absent-mindedly and half-drunkenly (almost) wandering into the Zombie Shop-adjacent, under-construction Nashville Convention Center while navigating downtown on foot after the show. I'm pretty sure I didn't break any laws, though. Still, oops!
Since I know that none of you care to learn how I triumphed over that misdirected tribulation, but some of you do care to hear more about Aziz Ansari’s wild nights in Nashville, I’ll report that while I’m not exactly sure if the post-modern funnyman actually made it to Music City’s favorite local bike shop of the undead in time to see Cheap Time, Ansari definitely did make it to the intimate, uber-swanky and couldn’t-be-more-aesthetically-dissimilar-to-Zombie Shop Catbird Seat the following night in time to eat, photograph, proclaim “tasty” and tweet whatever you call this saucy, garnished meat morsel to his 1.8 million-plus Twitter followers.
Since paparazzing ain’t exactly our bag here at the Cream, but absurdist Photoshop totally is (especially on slow news days), and we’ve let our in-house Staff Photoshopographer D. Rickey Rodriguez out of the gilded coffer we keep him in to whip up the incredibly, highly and hilariously accurate artist’s rendering of my Aziz sighting — see that above.