While perusing Pollstar, I decided to post some of the more mentionable concerts coming to Nashville over the next few months. Brittney's right, it is easy to just post a list.
And by the way, Bonnaroo looks as awesome as ever. I mean brilliant. Brilliant is the new awesome.
Fri 05/20/05 Big Bad Voodoo Daddy Andrew Jackson Hall
Sat 05/21/05 Big Bad Voodoo Daddy Andrew Jackson Hall
Sun 05/22/05 Young Dubliners 3rd & Lindsley
Thu 05/26/05 Richard Thompson Belcourt Theatre
Fri 05/27/05 Martha Wainwright The Basement
Sat 05/28/05 The Codetalkers Feat. Col. Bruce Hampton Exit / In
Sun 06/05/05 Mike Doughty 3rd & Lindsley
Thu 06/09/05 Cheap Trick Mercy Lounge
Fri 06/17/05 Aimee Mann The Cannery
Sat 06/18/05 The Dirty Dozen Brass Band Cannery Row Revival
Mon 06/27/05 COC (Corrosion Of Conformity) Exit / In
Tue 06/28/05 Bob Dylan Greer Stadium
Tue 06/28/05 Willie Nelson Greer Stadium
Wed 06/29/05 Robert Plant Ryman Auditorium
Wed 07/13/05 Mark Knopfler Ryman Auditorium
Wed 07/13/05 Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers Starwood Amphitheatre
Fri 07/15/05 Duran Duran Starwood Amphitheatre
Wed 07/20/05 Dave Matthews Band Starwood Amphitheatre
Sat 07/30/05 John Hiatt Ryman Auditorium
Sat 08/06/05 Junior Brown Opryland Plaza Party
Mon 08/15/05 Green Day Gaylord Entertainment Center
Mon 08/29/05 Chris Isaak Ryman Auditorium
Sat 09/10/05 Motley Crue Starwood Amphitheatre
Thu 10/06/05 Guy Clark James K. Polk Theater
Sat 10/29/05 Greg Brown Belcourt Theatre
Wed 12/07/05 Brian Setzer Orchestra Ryman Auditorium
Monday, May 16, 2005
Saturday, May 14, 2005
I'm proud of my town.
The lovely and talented Brittney at NashvilleIsTalking.com gives me reason to believe that every woman I see when I am out and about in my town might be this woman. Yep, next time I'm at WalMart, I'm going to giggle at every single woman in every single aisle. And I'm going to think, as they give me weird looks, "Hey, bite me."
Weird stuff like this happens to other people, too. Right?
I pick up my cell phone and see that I have missed a call. I am unfamiliar with the number. Curious, and lacking anything better to do, I Google it to see if it matches up with a name I know. It shows up as a doctor's office; incidentally, it's on the street where I lived the first 5 or so years of my humble life. Anyway, I have visited no doctors on that street in about 25 years, so I know that it must have been a wrong number. Hence, no voicemail was left.
Remember, I have nothing better to do. So I call this number. Expecting what? I have no idea. A nice female voice answers. The receptionist at a chiropractor's office. I explain that I got a call from there and ask if they were trying to reach me. Instead of blowing me off, she really tries to help. Does she have nothing better to do as well? She asks me my name. She asks me what company I'm with. No matter. It's just my personal cell number. Now, I'm trying to blow her off.
She asks around. To no avail. I thank her for her time and am about to hang up when she asks me one more question.
She: "Are you in the business of bees?"
Beat.
Me: "Pardon?"
She: "Do you work with bees?"
Another beat. Hesitation. Pause. Whatever.
Me: "Um...no."
She: "OK. It must have been a wrong number. Have a nice day."
I hang up the phone and wonder where in the world that question came from. I wonder how I would have responded had my brain had more time to process that question. I'll just put that down as Surreal Experience #278 (and counting).
So. Beekeepers of Nashville. Call your local chiropractors. One of them might be in need of your services.
Remember, I have nothing better to do. So I call this number. Expecting what? I have no idea. A nice female voice answers. The receptionist at a chiropractor's office. I explain that I got a call from there and ask if they were trying to reach me. Instead of blowing me off, she really tries to help. Does she have nothing better to do as well? She asks me my name. She asks me what company I'm with. No matter. It's just my personal cell number. Now, I'm trying to blow her off.
She asks around. To no avail. I thank her for her time and am about to hang up when she asks me one more question.
She: "Are you in the business of bees?"
Beat.
Me: "Pardon?"
She: "Do you work with bees?"
Another beat. Hesitation. Pause. Whatever.
Me: "Um...no."
She: "OK. It must have been a wrong number. Have a nice day."
I hang up the phone and wonder where in the world that question came from. I wonder how I would have responded had my brain had more time to process that question. I'll just put that down as Surreal Experience #278 (and counting).
So. Beekeepers of Nashville. Call your local chiropractors. One of them might be in need of your services.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
You had me at "Hello, It's Me."
Big thanks to MMMikey, who was kind enough to give me two tickets to see Todd Rundgren and Joe Jackson at the Ryman last night. Although I had already read several reviews from the tour, I was not quite prepared for how cool it was. I'm a fan of Joe since the Laughter and Lust CD and really have delved into his catalogue and followed his adventures in musical genres since. With Todd, I am mainly aware of how most musicians consider him a genius, but I only knew of a few of his hits and the music of 2nd Wind and TR-I.
Opening act Ethel made us quite aware that we were in for an interesting night. They are an intriguing string quartet who don't seem bound to any one genre. Incidentally, if you liked their music so much that you simply must have some thong underwear with their logo upon it, well here you go.
Joe came out and got right to his hits and really made my night. With trenchcoat on, and looking somewhat like a condor, he absolutely had me transfixed. In addition to playing what I loved, he played a song that had gotten past me called "Love At First Light." He remarked in preface that he had gotten both very negative responses to the subject of the song and also very positive responses. With all that I know of romance and tenderness, I fail to see why anyone would see anything but sweet and affirming love in it. But that's a beauty of art. It's just so subjective and you learn about yourself by what you take from it.
And then Todd took the stage, solo as well. And I saw many people leave early into his set. They had their reasons, and admittedly, I was in agreement with them. But I'm glad I wasn't moved to leave. Just he and a guitar, bellowing and strumming, Todd wasn't doing much for me. But little by little, song by song, interjection by interjection, he was winning me over. At set's end, I only wanted so much more. I wondered if he would bow to pressure to play the hit "Bang The Drum All Day." After all, there were no drums. Just the artist, a piano, and some guitars. Well, I didn't see the ukelele. Of course. So he played his big hit with nothing but a ukelele. And it sounded great. On a sidenote, the tune that really got me involved emotionally was "Pretending To Care." Some great lines, and what a wonderful take on the insecurities we bring into our relationships.
In closing, Joe Jackson and Ethel returned to the stage to join Todd in some really fun songs, including some great Beatles covers. My dad's only real criticism of the show became mine as well. These are great artists, but they really needed even the smallest of bands behind them. Just some drums maybe to provide some bottom to the overall sound. When Ethel backed them in the end, the overall improvement to the songs was quite obvious. And appreciated. It's hard to see why these performers, who are just brilliant musicians and showmen, didn't see that. That said, it was an event I'm glad I didn't miss. Thanks to the artists. I'll catch you next time you come around.
On a more personal level, had I known that I would find myself seated next to the absolute prettiest of bloggers (I can say that because my beautiful wife doesn't yet have a blog), I would have at least shaved my scruffy face before stepping out. It was nice to meet her, and her little friend too. If Peter Frampton comes to town, she'll be the first person I tell.
Opening act Ethel made us quite aware that we were in for an interesting night. They are an intriguing string quartet who don't seem bound to any one genre. Incidentally, if you liked their music so much that you simply must have some thong underwear with their logo upon it, well here you go.
Joe came out and got right to his hits and really made my night. With trenchcoat on, and looking somewhat like a condor, he absolutely had me transfixed. In addition to playing what I loved, he played a song that had gotten past me called "Love At First Light." He remarked in preface that he had gotten both very negative responses to the subject of the song and also very positive responses. With all that I know of romance and tenderness, I fail to see why anyone would see anything but sweet and affirming love in it. But that's a beauty of art. It's just so subjective and you learn about yourself by what you take from it.
And then Todd took the stage, solo as well. And I saw many people leave early into his set. They had their reasons, and admittedly, I was in agreement with them. But I'm glad I wasn't moved to leave. Just he and a guitar, bellowing and strumming, Todd wasn't doing much for me. But little by little, song by song, interjection by interjection, he was winning me over. At set's end, I only wanted so much more. I wondered if he would bow to pressure to play the hit "Bang The Drum All Day." After all, there were no drums. Just the artist, a piano, and some guitars. Well, I didn't see the ukelele. Of course. So he played his big hit with nothing but a ukelele. And it sounded great. On a sidenote, the tune that really got me involved emotionally was "Pretending To Care." Some great lines, and what a wonderful take on the insecurities we bring into our relationships.
In closing, Joe Jackson and Ethel returned to the stage to join Todd in some really fun songs, including some great Beatles covers. My dad's only real criticism of the show became mine as well. These are great artists, but they really needed even the smallest of bands behind them. Just some drums maybe to provide some bottom to the overall sound. When Ethel backed them in the end, the overall improvement to the songs was quite obvious. And appreciated. It's hard to see why these performers, who are just brilliant musicians and showmen, didn't see that. That said, it was an event I'm glad I didn't miss. Thanks to the artists. I'll catch you next time you come around.
On a more personal level, had I known that I would find myself seated next to the absolute prettiest of bloggers (I can say that because my beautiful wife doesn't yet have a blog), I would have at least shaved my scruffy face before stepping out. It was nice to meet her, and her little friend too. If Peter Frampton comes to town, she'll be the first person I tell.
Monday, May 09, 2005
Sunday in the park with Joshua
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So Sunday came along and as is not often the case, I had the day off. Beautiful day that it was, the Murfreesboro Beziats decided to go to Centennial Park. It just so happened that the crafts fair was there, so there was no shortage of fun people and their dogs. Cherub above was in heaven. Big dogs and little dogs alike were everywhere, begging for him to giggle and pet them.
I was looking forward to getting some nice pictures of the goings-on, but with Paige busy with Ari and her stroller and me watching over Joshua, there just weren't many opportunities for pointing-and-shooting. As soon as I would crouch down for a shot, he'd be off toward some small and expensive crafts, with visions, I'm sure, of seeing just how breakable or throwable said crafts were. So, not a lot of pictures, but some sweet memories were had.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Cinco de Mayo! Time to get...acquainted.
It's three years to the day that I met my older sister. Given up for adoption some 30+ years ago, she sought us out and changed my life. We decided to meet at Bosco's on a Sunday morning on May 5, 2002. I can't imagine how hard it was for her to know all these years and wonder. I can't imagine how nervous she might have been to pursue this family she had never known. I can only speak confidently about how I felt to hear about her. I was excited to meet her and thrilled to get to know her.As she walked into Bosco's, I kind of knew immediately. My older sister. The person whose pigtails I was supposed to be pulling in younger years. The person I was supposed to get into fights with but look up to all the same. Well, we were spared the fights but I look up to her now. A kind and loving person. I'm lucky to be her little brother.Happy 5th of May, big sister.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
A decent Tuesday May 10 awaits us. Not great, but decent.
If I still worked at a record store, these are the new CDs I'd be telling you about.
Alison Brown Stolen Moments
Renée Fleming Haunted Heart
Robert Earl Keen What I Really Mean
Dave Matthews Band Stand Up
Robert Plant and the Strange Sensation Mighty Rearranger - Got my tickets for the Ryman Auditorium show. Thanks Dad!
Weezer Make Believe
Lucinda Williams Live at the Fillmore
Various Artists Live from the Bluebird Café Vol. 1
Alison Brown Stolen Moments
Renée Fleming Haunted Heart
Robert Earl Keen What I Really Mean
Dave Matthews Band Stand Up
Robert Plant and the Strange Sensation Mighty Rearranger - Got my tickets for the Ryman Auditorium show. Thanks Dad!
Weezer Make Believe
Lucinda Williams Live at the Fillmore
Various Artists Live from the Bluebird Café Vol. 1
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Monday, April 25, 2005
Thursday, April 21, 2005
And Loudon too?
Thursday morning is good because Loudon Wainwright III has a new album. Check out Here Come The Choppers. It's making my day.
Well, off to familial duties while Loudon plays in the background.
Well, off to familial duties while Loudon plays in the background.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
I should just call off from work on Tuesday.
So, April 26 almost snuck past me without me knowing what a great day for music fans it was. No matter your resource, get it going and pick up 3 CDs and cancel all appointments for a few days to give them your full attention. Buy, and listen to in no particular order: Bruce Springsteen's Devils & Dust, Ben Folds' Songs for Silverman, and John Prine's Fair and Square. Can't these guys space it out a bit? Of all the great rockers out there, these guys really make me want to disappear into the liner notes and lyric sheets.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Monday, April 04, 2005
Friday, April 01, 2005
Mitch Hedberg 1968-2005
Mitch Hedberg has passed away. I love his comedy and encourage everyone to buy his CDs.
"I used to do drugs. I still do drugs. But I used to, too. "
" I had a stick of Carefree gum, but it didn't work. I felt pretty good while I was blowing that bubble, but as soon as the gum lost its flavor, I was back to pondering my mortality."
" If carrots got you drunk, rabbits would be fucked up. "
" This shirt is dry clean only. Which means...it's dirty. "
" I think Pringles initial intention was to make tennis balls. But on the day that the rubber was supposed to show up, a big truckload of potatoes arrived. But Pringles is a laid back company. They said "Fuck it. Cut em up."
" An escalator can never break: it can only become stairs. You would never see an "Escalator Temporarily Out Of Order" sign, just "Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the convenience."
" You know they call corn-on-the-cob, "corn-on-the-cob", but that's how it comes out of the ground. They should just call it corn, and every other type of corn, corn-off-the-cob. It's not like if someone cut off my arm they would call it "Mitch", and then re-attached it, and call it "Mitch-all-together".
"I used to do drugs. I still do drugs. But I used to, too. "
" I had a stick of Carefree gum, but it didn't work. I felt pretty good while I was blowing that bubble, but as soon as the gum lost its flavor, I was back to pondering my mortality."
" If carrots got you drunk, rabbits would be fucked up. "
" This shirt is dry clean only. Which means...it's dirty. "
" I think Pringles initial intention was to make tennis balls. But on the day that the rubber was supposed to show up, a big truckload of potatoes arrived. But Pringles is a laid back company. They said "Fuck it. Cut em up."
" An escalator can never break: it can only become stairs. You would never see an "Escalator Temporarily Out Of Order" sign, just "Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the convenience."
" You know they call corn-on-the-cob, "corn-on-the-cob", but that's how it comes out of the ground. They should just call it corn, and every other type of corn, corn-off-the-cob. It's not like if someone cut off my arm they would call it "Mitch", and then re-attached it, and call it "Mitch-all-together".
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