<MUSIC>Thursday, June 29The Wreckers My best friend and I have joked of starting odd businesses together — a dive bar with ’80s-only bubblegum pop on the jukebox or party-crasher-for-hire, guaranteed to turn your boring get-together into one hell of a good time. Although none of these will ever see the light of day, it’s damn fun to talk through the details over a pitcher of beer. The new country duo The Wreckers seem to have stolen my dream. No, they’re not opening Shake Your Love anytime soon, but they are best friends who decided to partner and form a country band — all in the pursuit of fun. You can tell on their debut album, Stand Still, Look Pretty, that pop princess Michelle Branch and Nashville-based singer-songwriter Jessica Harp are having a great time writing and singing a style of music that seems to suit them perfectly. “Leave the Pieces,” the first release, is an upbeat strumfest in the vein of Kasey Chambers. And the closing “Crazy People” is a tongue-in-cheek rant on an unlucky love life. Catch The Wreckers at Coyote’s tomorrow night — and bring along your best friend. —Sara Havens
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Yes, the clichÃ©s about threats to Big Bird and friends at the Corporation for Public Broadcasting are in the headlines again.
In 1983, galleries full of Sam Gilliam’s paintings were on display at the Corcoran Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C. in a show called “Modern Painters at the Corcoran: Sam Gilliam.” I had seen works from Gilliam’s Draped series, which firmly established him in the art world after its debut in Washington’s Jefferson Place Gallery in 1968. I was unprepared, however, for the powerful emotional impact of viewing a large number of Gilliam works for the first time in one setting.
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Tail was plentiful at LobsterFest 2006, an annual party celebrating all things lobster. Not exactly the kind of tail you’d find in a Ludacris video, mind you, but delicious and dripping in butter nonetheless. Hosted each year by the often-imitated but never-duplicated Highlands resident James Brown and his business partner Mike Greer, the party has become legend in certain circles — always anticipated, never missed. Aside from the non-stop stream of keg beer and the array of options a full bar offered up, the biggest draw was the food (all-you-can-eat lobster, seafood gumbo, corn-on-the-cob, baked beans and other picnic fare) and the fun (hourly hermit-crab races that put the Downs to shame).
It seemed like a reasonable conceit: Head down to Louisvilleâ€™s Extreme Park and ask some riders what questions they would pose to the pros if they could get a word to them.
Rust limboTransportation officials dropped plans to paint the Kennedy Bridge three colors and instead decided to go with taupe (which is gay speak for “light brown”). The painting is scheduled to be completed sometime between now and 10 years after the rusty expanse finally crumbles into the Ohio River. Meanwhile, the Waterfront Development Corp. announced that the earthen spiral ramp planned for the Big Four pedestrian bridge would be replaced by a steel ramp because officials have discovered that earth doesn’t rust.
Editor’s note: This is the second and final part of Stephen George’s conversation with author Erik Reece. Part I was published last week.
Behind enemy linesIn a sleazy campaign trick of near-Republican proportions, a John Yarmuth! campaign volunteer tried to infiltrate the Anne Northup camp. Robert Kahne, a 19-year-old Yarmuth! volunteer, used a fake name and offered to help Northup’s campaign, which presumably involved implementing a slack-jawed, zombie-eyed, Dumbya-is-my-god stare. One key difference between Kahne’s stunt and similar Republican shenanigans: He got caught. The Yarmuth! campaign, which claimed no prior knowledge of Kahne’s act, gave him the boot.