chuck westmoreland experiences no parking on the dance floor

chuck westmoreland experiences no parking on the dance floor

In the summer of 1984 I was four years old.  I was over at my aunt’s apartment hanging out with my cousin who is about ten years older than me.  She had some friends over and they were listening to music and dancing around listening to a tape that was unlike anything my tiny brain had ever heard, nothing like Conway Twitty, nothing like Itsy Bitsy Spider. The shit was FUNKY with electronic hand claps and a vocoder vocal part that kept saying “electricity” over and over.

I haven’t thought about this in twenty years and had to look it up before writing this.

It was the song “Electricity” by the band Midnight Star off their album No Parking On The Dance Floor.  This record also has the track “Freak-A-Zoid”, which is a term I still use daily but didn’t know where it came from until right now reading their Wikipedia page.

This is the type of freaky electro funk that has stood the test of time.  There is probably, right now as I write this, a hipster in a warehouse somewhere high as fuck on dolphin tranquilizers shaking his or her ass to this.  Also, this shit is like 8 minutes long–it just keeps on giving.

Later that evening I was sitting at my granny’s kitchen table underneath the painting, that I think everybody’s grandparents have, of the old guy with the white beard and flannel shirt praying with a loaf of bread and  a bowl of soup on a table in front of him. I’ve got one hanging in my kitchen and there’s also one hanging in the bar I go to. I don’t even know what it’s called but I love it. My dad came in and I told him about the song and he was like “Oh yeah, I know that song, it’s great! I’ll pick you up a copy from the record store.”

I was excited and couldn’t wait to listen to it over and over.

The next day he gave me this album.  I put it on my little Fisher Price record player but it wasn’t the same.  I said, “Dad, whats this!? Where’s the handclaps and the wiggly sounding synthesizer and the robot voice!?” He said, “Naaah, this is what you wanted right? This is the Police son! This is the shit!”

Turns out it was not “Electricity” by Midnight Star but rather “Synchronicity” by the Police.  I’m not sure whether he knew he was making a mistake or not. Maybe he thought that I wouldn’t notice. Maybe he had been wanting to buy this record but was embarrassed and then relieved at the opportunity to purchase it under the guise of fulfilling the wishes of his son.   

I was fucking livid.

Many years have gone by since the first time I listened to “Electricity” by Midnight Star at my cousin’s dance party in my aunt’s apartment in Shreveport as a young child.  I’ve remained haunted by Sting well into my adulthood. This was strongly reinforced by his portrayal of Feyd Rautha in Dune.  First you shit on Midnight Star and then you try to take out the Kwizatz Zaderach?  You really gotta have ALL them fucking candles in your music video? Tantric sex, etc…

So, my first record was Synchronicity by The Police, but it was supposed to be No Parking On The Dance Floor by Midnight Star.  I don’t know if its influence is immediately apparent in my songwriting but it’s there for sure.  Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat with my heart beating like an 808 hand clap and hear that sweet vocoder melody out there calling to me from the darkness.

Keep up with Chuck Westmoreland here.

mia lj, “don’t stop”

mia lj, “don’t stop”

Serving up vibes that capture the more ominous side of being an artist. Consumed by intense highs and lows. Love, lust, money, drugs, business politics, and a consciousness of freedom. The track list opens with a love driven hip hop ballad. Personally, I chase an overwhelming feeling of love / lust for writing inspiration. Tracks 2 – 5 focus more on the grind, the consuming work environment that is the music industry. This sort of career is life changing. It’s hard to describe, but sounds do it justice. Tracks 6 – 8 are more so about freeing conscious from the darker side of the music industry and intoxicating loves ; breaking free ; living a fluid life while maintaining balance. Through all the highs & lows of life, DON’T STOP.

Mac Miller ft. Kendrick Lamar – God is Fair, Sexy, Nasty
G Eazy – Summer in December
Post Malone – Paranoid
Drake – 30 for 30
Two Door Cinema Club – Do You Want It All
XXXTentacion & Joey Badass – 888
ZHU – My Life
Coldplay – A Head Full of Dreams

Keep up with Mia LJ here.

dan miz, “on replay”

dan miz, “on replay”

Here are some of my favorite tracks. I tend to never keep my musical taste within one genre and this collection is the epitome of my ever-changing taste. I draw a ton of inspiration from each of these songs, whether they are new or old, they still hold a strong spot in my personal musical charts.

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lana blac, “creature features”

lana blac, “creature features”

I chose to make this playlist because these songs have inspired me through my musical journey and are a huge inspiration on the music I’m making today. I know they’re all over the place genre-wise but I feel they all come together to make the sound I’m trying to make!

In this moment “Whore”
Rob Zombie “Living Dead Girl”
Marilyn Manson “Dope Show”
Red Hot Chili Peppers “City of Angels”
Black Sabbath “Paranoid”
Madonna “Justify my Love”
Korn “Narcissistic Cannibal”
The Doors “Ghost Ship”
Stevie Nicks “White Wing Dove”
Jay Z “99 Problems”
Metallica “Master of Puppets”
Slayer “Raining Blood”

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POP MONSTER: whoa dakota & athena @ the east room

POP MONSTER: whoa dakota & athena @ the east room

Athena by Elisabeth Donaldson

Athena by Elisabeth Donaldson

Pop can sometimes feel like an afterthought in the rock and country-saturated musical landscape of Nashville, but Thursday night’s show at the East Room made it clear that Nashville’s pop scene is anything but marginal. POP MONSTER (a dual release party for local artists Whoa Dakota and Athena, hosted by Popsquad) showed that pop in Nashville is as varied and exciting as the people involved can imagine it to be. Four artists with unique takes on the different shapes pop can take proved what the Nashville pop scene is truly capable of: churning out emotionally nuanced and stylistically ambitious bangers.

Meaux opened the evening strong with her sensual electro-pop, a fusion of soulful and experimental sounds that provided an effortlessly changing landscape for her rich voice to traverse. Her powerful pipes and impressive dance moves energized the room as she stalked the stage in a split length red cape. Color-shifting gauzy lights set the tone in the room, a cozy dream cave that looked as if it had been styled by the collective efforts of Prince and the Little Prince. Between sets the alchemy in the room was maintained through a mixture of 90’s throwbacks and electro-pop, the dreamy vibes in the room conducted by the cotton candy stellariums (made by Athena) hovering moodily above the crowd.

Next was Soren Bryce, a Brooklyn local who’s no stranger to the Nashville music scene. Soren’s writing and performance seems to transform to keep up with the rapid pace of her own ever-expanding taste. It’s a testament to how talented Soren is that she can take a left turn away from the fantastic music on her last unreleased EP (largely synth-based) to the more guitar-centric rock we heard on Thursday—and accomplish it so effortlessly. Clearly there’s no genre of music that Soren can’t master, as demonstrated by her fantastic set: a grungy pop punk watercolor that borrowed from Kurt Cobain, Lorde, Joe Jackson, Elliot Smith and Fiona Apple without ever losing its own distinctive style. Soren’s varied influences find her a sound all her own, as well as a gravity at the mike that holds the center of any room she’s playing for. The thread that weaves through her stylistic choices is always her voice, melodic with an expansive range that she wielded precisely like a scalpel to cut through the colorful fog in the venue.

Soren Bryce by Rhea Foote

Soren Bryce by Rhea Foote

Athena played third in a powerhouse performance that you’d never know was her debut effort. She was right at home in front of an audience, prowling the stage in silver spandex like a modern day Xenon, an early 2000s fever dream kicking through pink fog clouds in Adidas stripes. Athena approached her performance with a fierce vulnerability, swinging from charm to rage to melancholy in a way that always felt authentic. She brought the crowd into her circle of trust and pulled them along for her journey—and despite (or because of) the emotional depth each song was catchier than the next, equal parts Paramore and Nelly Furtado, Athena bopping around the stage with her heart in her hands. If this was only her first show, I’d recommend showing up for Athena’s second show.

When Jesse Ott aka Whoa Dakota took the stage, she wasn’t afraid to own the space, immediately splaying herself out on the attached runway while the crowd encircled her. The show also served as a release party for the new single “Right Now” off of her upcoming album “Patterns,” but she saved that for the end of the show, satisfying the audience in the lead-up with her electrifying and adventurous performance. Her bold, anthemic sound imbued all of her songs with an epic energy, getting the crowd dancing and hollering along with her as she navigated the room in her floral bodysuit. It had the feel of a good block party—the raucous happiness, variety, community energy. Whoa Dakota delivered with their surprise guests, hauling Alanna Royalle and Jung Youth out of the crowd to sing and rap respectively alongside her, with Robert Gay joining on trumpet and Anthony Jorissen on sax. During “Patterns,” the hit for which a music video recently came out, it seemed like the whole room was bellowing all the words alongside her. The show’s joyful climax was a surprise birthday celebration for Ott’s 28th birthday, including a rendition of the birthday song led by friends from Pet Envy and Molly Rocket, and punctuated by an amazing display of cupcakes this reviewer found to be delicious.

by brandon de la cruz

Whoa Dakota’s ambitious, ecstatic performance was the perfect series of exclamation points on which to end the evening. Each performer showcased a different side of pop music and played to the infinite potential within Nashville’s nuanced pop scene. It was especially heartening to see a fantastic, well-executed show that just happened to be led both in front of and behind the scenes by female talent. Without billing itself as a girl power show, POP MONSTER reminded us that there’s a surplus of talented women with vision leaving their marks on the Nashville music scene—and with shows this collaborative and joyful, we should definitely be supporting that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Keep up with Whoa Dakota here and Athena here.

by Hanna Bahedry