So no enormous surprises on the schedule front. As you might have anticipated, Radiohead nabbed the Friday headlining spot, RHCP will headline Saturday, and Phish will wrap things up with a whopping four-hour set on Sunday — so just enough time for five or six songs, hey-oh rimshot. There are an unfortunate handful of conflicts — Alabama Shakes' stellar Thursday night slot in This Tent is at the same time as Glossary's appearance in the awkwardly named Great Taste Lounge Brewed by Miller Lite — but that sort of thing is to be expected. In addition to the full sched, additional artists have been announced, including Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings, GZA (who will do Liquid Swords while backed by Grupo Fantasma), The Infamous Stringdusters, The Dirty Guv'nahs, a Van Halen tribute by the name of Unchained and several more. See all of those additions by clicking the image over there on your right.
You can see the full schedule by bouncing on over to the official Bonnaroo site.
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As contributor Seth Graves mentioned in the second half of his two-part piece on music's most intimidating discographies, father of lo-fi/DIY home recording and Nashville's native cult hero, R. Stevie Moore, has "400 or so home-recorded, self-released cassettes and CD-Rs in his 40-year-old catalog." It stands to reason, then, that when we asked the inimitable Mr. Moore to come in and play some tunes for our ongoing in-office performance series, Conference Call, that he'd showcase a sizable chunk of his material. And boy, did he ever. We're currently sitting on a goldmine of Moore nuggets, and here in the first part of our latest Conference Call, we have for you performances of "What Was I Thinking About / We Love Ourselves, Don't We?" and "Table for One."
When Moore came into the Scene HQ to film with us about two weeks ago, Mayor Karl Dean just happened to be in our conference room. Therefore, those of us lucky enough to be waiting in the lobby got to witness what was likely one of the greatest meetings of the minds Nashville has ever seen. A handshake between the mayor of Music City and the sultan of Internationally Beloved Home Recordings — not something you see every day, even in Blogworld. If only I'd had the presence of mind to snap a quick shot of it. While I don't have a picture for you, I do happen to have about six videos of Moore playing songs and reciting some of his poetry, not to mention my very own copies of his Advanced LP and the Ku Klux Glam EP he released with Ariel Pink (no distributor for the full LP yet, reportedly). While I'm not about to share the aforementioned vinyl with you, we will happily — in three parts — share all of his performances. "I have a running joke that says, 'Bring me the head of Jack White!'" begins Moore in the first performance (embedded above). Seeing as how Moore's father — noted sideman Bob Moore — played with Jack White collaborator Loretta Lynn, a full-circle White-Moore collab seems to make perfect sense, no? The second performance, embedded after the jump, begins with me grinning like a goon as Moore hands me a copy of Advanced.
As always, this Conference Call was edited and directed by Seth Graves. Stay tuned all this week for more performances from R. Stevie Moore.
Hot damn, that's my jam! For the last few weeks, The Buddies' "All the Beer Is Gone" has been my drunk driving buzzed driving totally-sober-and-completely-legal-and-safety-minded-driving song, blaring out of my speakers whenever it's time to stick a fork in the nightlife and head back to the Malone Zone. In fact, this tune — and the entire Buddies album — has gotten so much play at Fort Baloney that the wife and I are prone to spontaneous outbreaks of our own entirely ham-fisted renditions. It's like we have some sort of Buddies-induced call-and-response Tourette's. Also the line "Everything gives you the shits" is probably going to end up on my tombstone, as it pretty much summarizes my entire existence. It's a bit freaky — freaky, but not unsurprising. If I was the kind of guy who had a resume, under my "skills" it would read, "Drinking, listening to songs about drinking, drinking while writing about listening to songs about drinking."
F*** the Buddies isn't, as the name may imply, just one drunk, scuzz-punk dimension. There's a scuzzy folk one in there too! It's like Howard Devoto singing sea shanties, or at times like cowboys crooning mid-period Mekons. Rueful on tracks like "The Admiral" and "I Hope You Don't Die Before Me," rowdy on "Let's Get Happy" and "I Got Drunk," the album has a joie de vivre that you don't find very often — F*** the Buddies confronts mortality head on, cocktail in hand and tape rolling. Well, at least until the beer runs out, at which point they call it a day and pack it in, but that's completely understandable. Featuring Nashville rock power-couple Kim and Scott Collins, Scott's brother Justin — who was behind the brilliant idea to start our trip to SXSW with a case of Coors in the van — and Chicago's Coley Kennedy and John "The Mouse" Barrett, F*** the Buddies is basically a power hour of folky punk-rock singalongs. Drink up.
He had a haircut that was an idea,
And parked in front of a fire hydrant.
I didn’t use gloves when I made his sandwich,
And I didn’t try to not stare at his processed bosom.
His manicured and feminine body language
Ghoulishly masked an unaware, negligent, and complex cruelty.
Impermeably more self-conscious than self-aware,
I was a minor character in a story more complicated than interesting.
If you're a fan of free jazz, improvisation and avant-garde music, you don't want to miss this incredible lineup at Noa Noa tonight. The bill features solo improv sets by Peter Evans, Travis LaPlante and Craig Schenker.
Evans is a monster trumpeter, and one of the most renowned and fearless improvisers on the New York City avant-garde jazz scene. Check out his solo, based on the jazz standard "Body and Soul," in the video above. It's pretty phenomenal, and a lot more melodic than you might expect from a renowned proponent of free jazz.
Saxophonist Travis LaPlante is another major player on the New York scene, most widely known for his work with thrash-jazz quartet Little Women. Check out one of his solo performances here.
Also on the bill is Nashville saxophonist/flutist Craig Schenker. You might know Schenker from his work with Square People, or from his frequent musical contributions to Tony Youngblood's Theatre Intangible podcasts.
Doors open at 7 p.m., music at 8. Suggested donation: $8-$10. Noa Noa is at 620 Hamilton Ave.
Show of hands: Who here likes hip stuff?! Wait. Let me rephrase that. Who here likes hip stuff and didn't manage to land a ticket to tonight's sold-out M83 show at Marathon Music Works or tonight's sold-out Jack White show at The Ryman?! Well then, unless you're a fan of Old 97's frontman Rhett Miller (playing tonight at Mercy Lounge), I think I may have the show for you. Sub Pop's Memoryhouse will appear at The End with MPSO and award-winning local duo Action!, and contributor Marissa R. Moss penned a Critic's Pick for us. Read it and weep:
Seattle’s Sub Pop label signed this dreamy Canadian duo to complement their other dreamy duo, Beach House. Because who can have enough shoegaze-y guy-girl pairs? Well, I can, for one — sometimes you just want a little loud, clean guitar. But Memoryhouse makes music that goes down well after a day spent imbibing in the quickly warming Tennessee sun, when you’re not sleepy enough to go to bed, yet not awake enough to dance. Comprising vocalist Denise Nouvion and composer/guitarist Evan Abeele, the band has a sound that veers a bit poppier and less loose than Beach House, and outside of the strictly-’80s realm. Nouvion’s simple, borderline-flat singing style can sometimes sound like a bored Rilo Kiley, but it also allows the music to define itself a bit more than your standard lo-fi experience. The real treat may be opening act Dan and Robyn Burns, aka Action!, a nice married couple who live here and make music that keeps you tapping your feet instead of just gazing at them. —MARISSA R. MOSS
Cover is $10.
So then, good news for fans of two things: 1) Joel McAnulty, and 2) isolated-sounding, acoustic indie-folk anthems. Dahl recently released his solo debut under the moniker Phantom Farmer. It's called Alpha, and it's available for free download via Phantom Farmer's Bandcamp page. The eight-song Alpha features just McAnulty's voice and his guitar, as he strums out big, reverb-ensconced, nouveau-spiritual acoustic numbers about the grandeur and complications of life, and finding peace here on earth and all that jazz. It's sparse and wide-open, and in the hands of a less gifted singer, it might fall a bit flat and static. But, as I noted, McAnulty's croon is a big, bold, full-throated one, and he pours a lot of emotion and a lot of breath into each and every note. If you're searching for a listen that features, I don't know, danceable beats and up-tempo feelgoodery, then you're going to want to look elsewhere. All you're going to find here are loping, wistful, weary folk numbers that sound like they were recorded deep within the head of a man who is surrounded on all sides by nothing but dark forest and sad memories, peppered with grains of hopefulness though they may be. Not party-time fare, no. But then, neither is the output of dudes like Leonard Cohen and Townes Van Zandt and Will Oldham, and I'll just bet McAnulty has listened to some of their stuff in recent months and years.
Stream all of Alpha below, or get it for free here.

Regardless, folks like Frank Zappa, Sun Ra, Lou Reed, Prince, John Cale and the like were all examined, listened to and found to be more than qualified. There's a lot of music out there, and I'm not so sure I want to spend my life preparing to discuss the complete works of Rod Stewart on my deathbed. So here they are: five more of the most intimidating discographies in music.
Raitt kept it loose, her interactions with band, her stage crew and the sold-out crowd spontaneous, the set list subject to tweaks and re-tweaks on the fly, her phrasing venturesome. When she flubbed lyrics, which happened more than twice, she laughed about it. Altogether, it made for a warm, unscripted performance.