Saturday Night Fever
So it was yet another hot night for two hotties out on the town this past Saturday. (I really do have more than one friend, it's just that no one ever wants to go out anymore. And even though Julie is a bad co-blogger, we can for sure tear up the town together, so it's an okay trade-off.) We started off with a dinner at Mirror, a trendy-disco-vibe-yet-classy tapas restaurant on 12th Avenue. If you haven't been yet, make it a point. It was my first time and very well worth it. Great bar, great decor, great music and fabulous food.
After dinner the plan was to head to The Basement to check out D-Funk and DJ Geezus' Subterranean Soul Party and get our groove on. Something that doesn't happen often in Nashville because this city caters to all the in-their-early-20's frat boys and hoochie-mamas that all dress alike and hit on each other all night. So if you do find a dancin' place, it's usually sucky Top 40 stuff and you end up having to pry all these losers off of yourself because they think they can just grope you anytime, any place. At any rate, by the time we arrived there were only a few cars in the lot and some stuck-in-the-80's cheeseball-looking dudes out front, so we made our way onto Option #2.
Over at the Exit/In (one of my fave rock clubs in Nashville), John Davis (formerly of Superdrag) was about to hit the stage. We slipped into the crowded house minutes before the show started. Just in time to grab a drink, chat with all of our rock band friends (exes galore), and see an old enigma of ours, Hairband. (Previously referred to as Hair.)
The show was pretty good. Very Superdrag. There were more sleeper songs than I prefer, though. John had a full band (including Matt Slocum, former guitarist of Sixpence None the Richer) so the show should've rocked more. Don't get me wrong, these guys definitely laid out some great bluesy rock tunes...but just when the place got hoppin' they'd take it down several notches. Maybe it was just my mood. Or the massive dinner I ate. I needed liveliness. It was getting late.
One cool thing was that the $10 cover (yes, we do pay covers here in Nashville) got you a copy of John's new album, John Davis, which just released on March 8. While still focusing on lyrics of love and life, the record takes a new twist inspired by John's newly devout Christianity. Now signed to Rambler Records, based in Brentwood, TN, it'll be interesting to see if he can keep his Superdrag fanbase. The show was packed out, so that was a good sign. Having been in the industry for several years, it was impressive to see that he was at least sticking to his roots stylistically, as so many Christian rock bands tweak to radio's needs. I had already heard John on secular stations before I even knew the scoop and it seemed to work just fine. I'd actually recommend the record...good stuff.
After dinner the plan was to head to The Basement to check out D-Funk and DJ Geezus' Subterranean Soul Party and get our groove on. Something that doesn't happen often in Nashville because this city caters to all the in-their-early-20's frat boys and hoochie-mamas that all dress alike and hit on each other all night. So if you do find a dancin' place, it's usually sucky Top 40 stuff and you end up having to pry all these losers off of yourself because they think they can just grope you anytime, any place. At any rate, by the time we arrived there were only a few cars in the lot and some stuck-in-the-80's cheeseball-looking dudes out front, so we made our way onto Option #2.
Over at the Exit/In (one of my fave rock clubs in Nashville), John Davis (formerly of Superdrag) was about to hit the stage. We slipped into the crowded house minutes before the show started. Just in time to grab a drink, chat with all of our rock band friends (exes galore), and see an old enigma of ours, Hairband. (Previously referred to as Hair.)
The show was pretty good. Very Superdrag. There were more sleeper songs than I prefer, though. John had a full band (including Matt Slocum, former guitarist of Sixpence None the Richer) so the show should've rocked more. Don't get me wrong, these guys definitely laid out some great bluesy rock tunes...but just when the place got hoppin' they'd take it down several notches. Maybe it was just my mood. Or the massive dinner I ate. I needed liveliness. It was getting late.
One cool thing was that the $10 cover (yes, we do pay covers here in Nashville) got you a copy of John's new album, John Davis, which just released on March 8. While still focusing on lyrics of love and life, the record takes a new twist inspired by John's newly devout Christianity. Now signed to Rambler Records, based in Brentwood, TN, it'll be interesting to see if he can keep his Superdrag fanbase. The show was packed out, so that was a good sign. Having been in the industry for several years, it was impressive to see that he was at least sticking to his roots stylistically, as so many Christian rock bands tweak to radio's needs. I had already heard John on secular stations before I even knew the scoop and it seemed to work just fine. I'd actually recommend the record...good stuff.
Posted by Stella @ 7:54 PM
1 Comments:
At March 16, 2005 7:56 PM,
Anonymous said…
It sounds like a pretty basic night. Jill's leaving out the funny stuff I bet. I won't though I've partied in Memphis, I've partied in Nashville and various points in between. The most hilarious thing I've seen parting in Nashville would be the Chevy Suburban full of little white boys, emphasis on boys, who were staring at us when all of a sudden the hydrolics kicked in on the thing. They started hopping like bunnies. Welcome to Music City..
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