The Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash himself gave these guys his blessing. They've played shows with Merle Haggard, Willie Nelson and Billy Joe Shaver, and sound like a cross between Steve Earle and Old 97's, so I can't even tell you how lucky you are to have the chance to see authentic country-western tonight at El Rey. (JCC)
Between the Buried and Me
North Carolinian metalcore manufacturers Between the Buried and Me have toured with bands like Bleeding Through, Converge and Darkest Hour on their way to establishing a cultish following of devoted underground metalheads. Between the Buried and Me will play the Sunshine Theatre. (SM)
Dateline: Belgium—A woman is finally being allowed to take the physical portion of her driver's license test after failing the written portion 37 times in a row. The 38th time was the charm for the woman, who finally passed the exam last month. The woman, unnamed due to Belgian privacy laws, had paid approximately $15 in fees for each of her previous attempts. She told Belgian newspaper Het Laatse Niews that she blames her string of failures on “nerves,” but says she believes she will pass the driving test with flying colors. That remains to be determined.
New Mexico in New York—Marcos Baca, whose short film “A Day at the Ditch” played at last year's Alibi Short Film Fiesta, recently had his latest work accepted to the upcoming New York International Film & Video Festival. “The Day the World Ended” is described as a short comedy about the Mora family and their circa 1950 adventures in the Martineztown barrio of Albuquerque. Like “A Day at the Ditch” before it, “The Day the World Ended” is a product of the Youth Development Institute's Digital Outreach and Communication Division. The film was designed as an arts in the community after-school project for children aged 6-18. Congratulations to Mr. Baca and to all the kids at YDI.
The Hot Spot—Have you noticed a white plastic banner that says "The Hot Spot" draped over the Ned's Downtown sign? As of yet, it's pretty much the only indication that the bar has changed hands to new owners, but I've been told that some other (and more noticeable) changes are in the works. I spoke with the Hot Spot's VIP services director last week, and he assured me that "The Ned's spirit isn't gone, it's just changed." He said the bar's focus will shift to an ultra-lounge club with a mix of live and deejayed music, VIP seating and European bottle service (you get a full bottle of booze, plus a selection of mixers for one flat fee). He also said that he wants to do "label scouting nights," where local bands can arrange to perform in front of record label executives from some big-name companies. But maybe he was just blowing smoke up my ass on that one ... it's hard to tell. More on that later.
Help Tanuki release their debut CD on Oct. 14 along with The Bellmont, Captain Standish, and Acids & Bases. 9 p.m. at the Launchpad. $5. Legal adults only. (LM)
Thursday, Oct. 13; Burt's Tiki Lounge (21-and-over): Detroit doesn't really exist any more. It's a ghost town. Go Downtown sometime and you'll see what I mean. There are no people—just row after row of decaying tract housing, auto part graveyards and factories that produce, well, nothing. But as the American auto industry sputters, shudders and shimmies into a coma, it childrens are emerging out of the vapors at night; taking that same, sad dance and making it their own. Making it alive.
Former American Music Club front man releases his first new album in four years: I call it "creepy" and "amazing." Others call it "sadcore." The album was created mostly by electronic apparati, and results in strange music beds and soundscapes (though Eitzel was able to collaborate with Calexico on one of the tracks). Strange and successful combinations like this one (singer/songwriter and electronica here) are hard to come by. Plus, how can you argue with songs titled "My Pet Rat St. Michael" and lines like "I play him Mariah Carey so there's butterflies and rainbows in the air?"
Oh, Mama—Failed actor Christopher Gill is haunted by his recently deceased mother, a famous Broadway actress. It's a rough relationship, with Mama scowling down at her loser son from her life-sized portrait, chastising him for not living up to the family name. It would be enough to drive any boy crazy. Christopher decides to take out his Oedipal frustrations by dressing up in different disguises and embarking on an epic killing spree targeting victims who in one way or another resemble his Mama.
This Saturday, Oct. 15, join Slow Food Rio Grande for a celebration of tea tasting from small producers around the world and accompaniments. The featured speaker is Sebastian Beckwith, a ranking tea authority based in New York. He teaches educational tea seminars at New York City's China Institute and the Institute of Culinary Education, as well as at museums and other venues. He also leads presentations with the internationally known, integrative health expert Dr. Andrew Weil at New York City's Columbia University.