Don’t Go Matgo
Hipsters know that the most happening place in town to get your flat fixed is the Fisher Tire Co. on North Broadway. Not only can you slip around back to Harby’s Pizza for some vegan baklava and a Jones Soda while you wait, or Frogger -dash across the street for a new tattoo or some Salvation Army digs, the garage itself exudes a mysterious sort of blue-collar meets art-school charm. But the real engine driving Fisher’s is its staff: a greasy-shirted coalition of boys who know their tires and have impeccable taste in music. Last Friday, they managed to snag a private performance by Memphis’ most graceful alt-rock sob story Lucero —and not just a little Ben Nichols acoustic set, a full repertoire recitation by the entire band. A line of tires separated their stage (the brake bay) from a crowd of about 50 onlookers, one of whom summed up the event as “a typical Lucero show: a knockdown, drag-out, drunk-fest.” Rumor has it the band was going to be in town anyways; they were supposed to play a show in the Old City but the venue was double-booked. Here’s hoping they at least got a free oil change out of the substitute deal.
Don’t Go Matgo
In other random New Year’s Eve news, Knoxville’s favorite rabble-rousing crooner Scott Miller and his band, The Commonwealth are playing their annual show at New Amsterdam . He’s been drunk all around this town, now he can add the Strip’s favorite frat hangout to the list.
Some were overheard saying the band ought to have played at the Tennessee Theatre instead, but that venue would have surely proven too spacious, as it did when they played there three Novembers ago. The balcony level was barren.
We long for the Bijou or for any midsize venue suitable for mid-level bands like My Morning Jacket or Scott Miller . Even the Kings of Leon show at the Tennessee this past Fall was less than crowded, an embarrassment to a little town jonesing to reel in more noteworthy rock bands and surely a discouragement for the musicians onstage.
Our claustrophobia aside, the boys brought the funk Friday night. They rarely play club gigs anymore, and we appreciate the charity. And anyway, after awhile, we found a spot upstairs, near the back, exhaled and enjoyed.