As noted in our feature this week on Muddy Roots founder Jason Galaz, the Muddy Roots Festival kicks off today in Cookeville. Performers will include Black Flag (you know you're curious), Red Simpson, The Monsters, Shooter Jennings, Dale Watson and plenty more. So. Who's up for a last-minute road trip?
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Broadcasting from beneath a billiard table in an old gristmill in Mount Juliet, it's The Chris Crofton Show, sponsored in part by the Green Hills Neighborhood Improvement Collaboration Society. Episode 142 — dig in after the jump.
In a way, right now is the easiest it’s ever been to get your music out there. The Internet has severely undermined the power of traditional gatekeepers — record labels, regional musical biases, etc. But with easy access comes a chattering rainforest of would-be rappers and producers battling for your attention. So while it may not be difficult to get a dozen folks to give your mixtape a spin, it’s probably harder than it’s ever been to get them to pay serious attention.
Cue BZRK, the newest crew to pop onto the Nashville landscape. The five-man squadron got put on my radar a couple weeks ago when, on the tip of a friend, I downloaded their first mixtape, Sacred Geometry. It’s actually a solo tape from crew member ThirdEye G, but with eight of the 17 tracks featuring other members, there’s plenty of time to get acquainted with everyone. Sacred Geometry is quite a debut. And even though it hasn’t made a lot of noise yet, I’m touting it as an early sleeper for one of the best local releases this year. Most of the tracks are produced by ThirdEye G, which is impressive enough. But the emcee/producer also comes with a flow and lyrical dexterity that command the mic. In fact, no one on the crew is dead weight. Caveman particularly impresses, especially on standout track “Nothing but a Memory.”
Sacred Geometry is 17 songs long, but not a single track is wasted. Some tracks are more memorable than others, but this is still the kind of mixtape where you don’t skip songs. That’s great for any mixtape, but especially a debut effort. Even the songs on Sacred Geometry that are initially easier to dismiss prove their worth after a few listens. On “The Third Insight,” Caveman spits “I know I’m young, but I got more scars than your whole crew / I know I’m white, but I grew up on soul food.” That sentiment sums up the entire record for me. Bravo, BZRK.
After you download Sacred Geometry, be sure to check out “Doobie Trials,” BZRK’s newest single.
Back from the road, it's Chris Crofton and his crew of fun-loving goons. As you'll hear, Crofton and his Alcohol Stuntband will release their brand-new THELEMA! Friday at The 5 Spot, but there's some intrigue there. Anyway, more on that in this week's dead-tree edition of the Scene. For now, jump on into The Chris Crofton Show. Wriggle on into your '70s street-cut slacks and hear Episode 141 after the jump.
Making my way down to Exit/IN for @DiarrheaPlanet. Any advice for middle aged moms that attend rock bands at bars? This might be epic, folks
— Emily Evans (@EmilyNEvans) August 18, 2013
If you missed Diarrhea Planet’s triumphant shit show at Exit/In this weekend, read all about it in The Spin … or check out Metro Council member Emily Evans on Twitter. Evans — who reps Nashville's District 23 (i.e., Belle Meade and neighboring areas), and is also mother to local rock photographer and former Scene intern Wrenne Evans — busted out her best cardigan, headed for The Rock Block and lit up the local politics Twittersphere somethin’ fierce Saturday night
Looking back at Evans’ Tweets, it appears the punk-rock-friendly public servant had a blast, even if her “ride” arrived to pick her up before the headliners even hit the stage. Check out the highlights after the jump.
This weekend, Paul McCartney, Nine Inch Nails and Red Hot Chili Peppers topped the bill at the massive Outside Lands Festival in San Francisco. At the same time, 2,000 miles east of the city by the bay and only 135 miles northwest of Nashville, in comparatively less cosmopolitan Cave-in-Rock, Ill., another music festival was underway: the 14th annual Gathering of the Juggalos. Below you’ll (eventually) find a fun exercise to celebrate the occasion.
Four years after SNL and the Internet made Insane Clown Posse’s answer to Ozzfest a handily maligned WhoopWhoopstock of sorts, The Gathering of the Juggalos persists as a much-beloved pop-cultural punching bag for snarky music bloggers (like me) and the trolls (like you) who follow them, and this year is no exception. Current headlines emerging out of Cave-in-Rock this weekend included, but were not limited to: “Gathering of the Juggalos: Tattoo-Faced Man From Viral Mugshot Cuts Off Own Nipple"; “Make-a-Wish Helps Kid Get a Lap Dance at Gathering of the Juggalos”; “Local Pastor Brings Christian Message, Faygo to Juggalos”; and “Man Found Dead at Gathering of the Juggalos.” And the antics described in these pieces come as no surprise to my peeps in the music press.
Sci-fi fans everywhere have been buzzing over Sunday’s announcement that popular Scottish actor Peter Capaldi will play the new incarnation of time-traveling explorer Dr. Who (was Capaldi’s credit as “W.H.O. Doctor” in World War Z a coincidence? Hmm ... ). For those who aren't down with the Time Lord, the show is old-fashioned sci-fi fun, with lots of scary monsters and super babes (there hasn't been a lady Doctor yet), and has been more or less a staple of British television for 50 years. I enjoy watching, but what really flips my wig are the music and sound effects, originally produced in-house at the BBC’s experimental sound lab, the Radiophonic Workshop. Beginning in 1958 with a few second-hand tape recorders, some modified test equipment, and a few home-built audio devices, the ingenious staff of this studio produced original sounds for all kinds of programs, from radio plays to weekly TV serials to educational films, until budget cuts closed the department in the early ‘90s (it is in the beginning stages of a rebirth, spearheaded by conceptual sound guy Matthew Herbert, whose recent work includes entire albums derived from the sounds of a pig’s life and an air-to-surface bombing). Among its many achievements, this uniquely co-ed team of “boffins” will always be remembered for its Dr. Who commissions, in which they gave a signature sound to time travel, a voice to hostile aliens, and cemented an iconic theme in the hearts and minds of Whovians the world over (including The KLF and Orbital).
This Who-pla presents an ideal opportunity to shine a spotlight on a local artist whose imagination was also sparked by the Radiophonic Workshop. Matt the PM (Production Manager), who often collaborates with local DJ Pimpdaddysupreme on a psychedelic smorgasbord of sound and vision, has been performing experiments with noise and found sound since his days at MTSU. He hosted the Workeshoppe Radio Phonik program on student station WMTS, which broadcast live improvisations and adventures in free noise, in the vein of Negativland’s Over the Edge program on KPFA Berkeley (a tradition carried on to some degree by the Acid Living Room folks). Matt periodically revives WRP as a live performance project. Following in the footsteps of Radiophonic Workshop pioneers like Delia Derbyshire and Dick Mills, he focuses on manipulating and repurposing existing sounds rather than making his own with synthesizers. Take a gander at what he does with a couple of drum loops and vocal samples in the above video, which he captured during a recent appearance at Noa Noa’s Experimental Series.
Now with 100 percent more bell-ringing, it's The Chris Crofton Show, Episode 140. Strap on your twerking goggles and spelunk on in after the jump.
You’d think, of all people, country star turned celeb-reality D-lister John Rich might know the difference between fame and infamy. In this year’s You Are So Nashville If … issue of the Scene — out today — an entry ribbing Rich for his domestic, aesthetic assault on Love Circle took second place.
In fact, every summer we hold this crowd-sourced contest, and every summer we get a glut of entries lambasting the singer, using him as a perennial punch line. Unequivocally, Rich — who I’ve previously proclaimed The Kenny Powers of MOR Country — is the most hated man in Nashville. Or rather, the man most Nashvillians love to hate. It’s become a local pastime. And had this year’s YASNI runner-up taken the crown — which it almost did — an illustration of Rich’s mug, hateable handlebars and all, would’ve graced this week’s Scene cover.
Would Rich have felt glorified by the gesture?
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch. Chris Crofton and his Crofton Crew, to be specific. It's Episode 139, sponsored by Brylcreem and Larry's Bee's Nest Holders — pipe it into your jughandles after the jump.
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