This summer marks the 10th anniversary of my first trip down to the farm (those are just some of my mementos above). As the fest approaches, I’ve found myself surprisingly sentimental about the decade of memories made. Sure, there were a few years I had to vacate early and one or two I skipped all together due to scheduling conflicts and whatnot… but the better part of the best musical memories of my adult life have been made in Manchester and I am beyond psyched to be headed down to the big throw down once again… this time to cover it for you fine readers at No Country!
What up, friends? Here we are again in the middle of the work week and we got something to help ya break on through to the other side from the man who has sorta’ become the patron saint of No Country as of late (or at least the de facto spiritual star of our birthday soiree).
The current 90s revival is officially undeniable and I am (not surprisingly) totally into it. Last weekend’s midnight movie at the Belcourt was Clueless, there’s a new 80s/90s dance party that has popped up at The 5 Spot and you can catch My So-Called Band on June 8th at Mercy Lounge playing all your favorites from the alternative era. I’m even currently directing a show set in 1995, She Kills Monsters, and you can sneak a listen to the soundtrack via this Spotify playlist below.
All this talk of 90s resurgence compelled me to dig out my box set of the complete series of My So-Called Life — and has left me with one burning question – where is Tino? Is Tino Under Here?
There is more info about the party at this link here, or you can hop over to the Facebook page if that is more your speed. This thing is surely going to reach capacity, so make sure you get there early to celebrate this special night of music with us!
Today we spotlight Anna Haas. We love Anna Haas. If you need proof, check out our review of her recent show at The Basement. We love Anna so much, we asked if she would please, please, pretty please with sugar on top sing at our birthday party? And like a perfectly executed promposal (yes those are a thing) – she said “Yes!”
This entry will launch a new series of blog entries dedicated to the musical people and places of my home-‘hood, East Nashville. Stay tuned. There will be interviews, stories, legends, rumors, and more! Tia
I think the most fascinating fact about them is that they are both the most romanticized and despised individuals in the world. Classic Literature and Opera provide examples. Sigh, Erik and Heathcliff. Esmerelda and Carmen! Gypsies have been labeled everything ranging from “’dangerous rogues” to “glamorous folk-artists”. Fascination and suspicion makes for some hot-ass music.
A typical Gyspy-music (also called Romani) ensemble includes violin/mandolin, accordion, bass, and most important: the guitar(s). Occasionally you’d get a clarinet in there when a violinist was absent: Hubert Rostaing! The legendary Gypsy-jazzer, Django Reinhardt certainly belongs in the guitar-god category with Page, Hendrix, Richards, and Van Halen. He was born in Belgium and raised among a tribe of Manouches in the town of Paris in 1910. At the age of 18, he was injured in a fire mishap that permanently damaged the ring finger and pinky of his left hand which forced him to create a new technique using his remaining two fingers in a time span of only 18 months. (He played all of his solos and chords with the index and middle finger). In 1934, he met the famous violinist Stéphane Grappelli, and formed the Quintet of the Hot Club of France. Thus, Gypsy-jazz was born. Many cities all over the world have Hot Clubs of their own—San Francisco, Detriot, and New York, etc. East Nashville is no exception.
