Ticket Giveaway: Lucinda Williams @ The 9:30 Club
This post was written by TNG co-founder Zack.
Lucinda Williams sees you when you're sleeping and knows when you're awake.Lucinda Williams' 1998 breakthrough CD "Car Wheels on A Gravel Road" was the rarest musical animal: A contemporary CD that both my parents and myself could listen to in the car without either party resorting to tears or name calling. Though the genre of alt-country has arguably passed it's apex, Williams is still putting out records and will be appearing at the 9:30 Club on March 3rd and 4th to show off her wares.
Those interested in winning a pair of tickets to the March 3rd performance should answer the below question as both a comment and an email to Zack@thenewgay.net. Please don't answer unless you are actually able to claim your tickets:
What is the memorable piece of music you and your parents have ever connected over?
Most inspired answer wins the tickets. Contest closes at noon on Thursday.
Also, check out a Lucinda Williams mixtape below the fold.
Those interested in winning a pair of tickets to the March 3rd performance should answer the below question as both a comment and an email to Zack@thenewgay.net. Please don't answer unless you are actually able to claim your tickets:
What is the memorable piece of music you and your parents have ever connected over?
Most inspired answer wins the tickets. Contest closes at noon on Thursday.
Also, check out a Lucinda Williams mixtape below the fold.
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7 comments:
When I was a child, I was forced to listen to vinyl upon vinyl of British rock, due to my father being a first generation English-American. There were touches of the Beatles, Stones, Kinks, and even Elton and Bowie, but nothing was as prominent as The Who. My audio-memory of my childhood was whitewashed by Tommy, Quadrophenia, and Who's Next, but I was never quite appreciative of this indirect gesture and how it planted so many musical seeds in my psyche.
Many years later after the dissolution of my parents' marriage (and my consequent distaste for my father), I was attending my paternal grandmother's funeral. Avoiding contact with him at the wake, I (very typically) vanished into my own world of looking through the host Aunt's CD's and thinking about music. At that moment, from the stereo, "Getting In Tune" started playing (I would later find out it was off my Aunt's Jerry Maguire soundtrack album). I started innately singing verbatim, heard a voice across the room singing in nearly the same tone, and realized it was my father. It didn't fix anything; it didn't make anything better; it just reminded me how much I both appreciated the music given to me and how it has affected my life.
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I once gave my mom some music to listen to, at her request. Thinking it was just pefect for her; I handed over my Arrested Development CD.
After a week, she gave it back, saying she really liked that "aggravated assault" band.
I had a very hard time coming up with an anecdote for this contest because I can't place my finger on music that both of my parents and I appreciate with the same amount of gusto that would have contributed to a bonding moment. It's not like my house was devoid of music: the soundtrack to my childhood's springtime games was the early 80s "lite" adult radio wafting through the open windows to the yard where mom planted flowers and I romped around with my friends, and we certainly shared more than one family singing moment in church with the old-school Lutheran hymns of the Midwest. Nonetheless, Mom's current tastes run a bit too adult contemporary and Dad's too pop country for us to enjoy any moments centered around specific songs.
Even so, perhaps our strongest and most enjoyable family moments include those times when some old musical comes on TV, and Mom, my sister, and I immediately join in on all of the songs. Dad counts as a participant because he's in the room, I suppose. Most recent and memorable has to be the latest _Sound of Music_ singalong with all of us wishing we were sixteen going on seventeen.
Ugh, I can never think of anything creative or inspired for these contests. But I will say that I cannot hear anything by Sade without thinking of my mother. She used to blast Sweetest Taboo and do this embarrassingly adorable middle-aged-white-woman dance (having no better way to describe it) around our house...
Ahhhh to have come of age in the early nineties...
while driving with my parents from DC back home to Connecticut last year, i was playing High School Musical 2's soundtrack mostly to annoy my dad. we stopped at a rest house in jersey at about 10pm, and stepped out of the car into the snow. without realizing i was doing it, i sang the opening words to my favorite song - "Five, six, seven, eight!" - and, also subconsciously, my mother jumped right in - "Nah nah nah nah, you are the music in me." neither of us realized that we had done this until we saw a weird look coming from my dad. we didn't stop laughing until somewhere in new york state.
my mom has requested we watch the third movie when i come home in march. and now that i'm out, we don't have to wait for my dad to go to sleep first. tho he probably still won't sing.
The most memorable piece of music my parents and I have ever bonded
over is Queen. Specifically, "Fat Bottomed Girls." My parents were
relatively young when I was born, so when I was little, we would
always rock out to the record player we had in our shitty rented
houses. There's tons of video of me dancing around to the Kinks and
Cheap Trick, but it was Queen and "Fat Bottomed Girls" that would send my brother, sister, and me into a tizzy of little kid convulsive dancing - and my brother loved, loved, loved the lyrics.
We used to drive from northwest Illinois to Ocean Isle, NC, to visit family, and on the 17 hour drive, we would listen to Queen's Greatest Hits probably six or seven times, singing along to every single word at the
top of our lungs. My dad was also a big fan of getting us all to
recreate the scene in Wayne's World where everybody headbangs to
"Bohemian Rhapsody." To this day, if we're all home for a holiday or
something, inevitably some Queen gets put on, inevitably we all rock out looking like fools, but we all still remember the lyrics, so it's actually pretty great.
Also, my sister has terrible, just awful, taste in music, all pop-country and musicals, and she loves Queen. It's kind of her saving grace, musically-speaking.
Everyone, this had the best answers I have ever seen in a TNG ticket giveaway. Thank you all for playing. I really appreciate the level of thought that went into these.
I know that it's one of the shortest entries, but OfficeSupplyGeek gets the tickets for invoking the "awkward middle aged white woman dance," A phenomenon that we probably all know too well.
Tune in next week for more contests.
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