Locally Sourced Weekend

January 30th, 2015 · No Comments · By

Friday:  New Boss, Astronomers, International Friendly @TheSouthern   9:00, $7
Saturday: Ships in the Night, The Rain Within, Must Be The Holy Ghost @Teahouse  9:00,

movies: 2,001 years of Jesus, 20,000 days of Nick


Tonight offers three local bands that know how to show the people a good time. They all play the mysterious music of apparently well-adjusted lives, emotionally charged but in a way that sounds like everything will be okay in the end, with an energy that takes you upward into… happiness? confidence? an active healthy but sensitive lifestyle?  It’s very ordinary and therefore bizarre, far from the well-charted territories of heaven and hell. flying straight into the brave unwavering proclivities of the living. Quite enjoyable.

At The Southern website there is a quote from Nailgun about Astronomers“..one of Charlottesville’s tighter, more cohesive sounding bands”, and we will stand by that, as we do all of our media content.


From an earlier post on Ships in the Night:

There was a time, now the stuff of legends, when the Tokyo Rose was the center of Charlottesville music, and on Saturday nights the goths would emerge from their secret places and take over that center. It was The Dawning, and it was the place to be. But then the goths were exiled, and, after taking their stand at several notable battlefields, eventually scattered. And the people thought the goths were no more, or had just grown old, weary, and bourgeois. But then a new young champion emerged, her name Alethea, under the the banner of Ships in the Night, to raise high again that dark light burning, and remind us that some things never die. Her songs will take you back to what you thought you left behind, the longings of a soul not yet crushed by daylit lies, your stupid job, and too many times tying your shoes.

You will notice that in those lines on Goth Charlottesville — living, dying, reborn (that’s every day, every day a legend) — I never even mention the name of Andy Deane. Only because there was no need, it goes without saying that he is the Achilles of that story, the Siegfried, the Charlemagne, the Don Quixote, the Gilligan, the Leatherface, the Wooderson. The Siegfried and the Roy. So it is no small thing that this Saturday he will be performing, not with Bella Morte, but as The Rain Within, his solo project. It is another side of Andy Deane, on a more intimate scale and even gothier.

Thirdly, as usual, Must Be the Holy Ghost. Whenever I see this name I think of the Captain Beefheart song “The Host, The Ghost, The Most Holy-O” but there is no real connection, except insofar as the entire cosmos is essentially, fundamentally, superficially and intractably Beefheartian, at its core and to all periphery. But in sound this Ghost is nothing like the Captain, there is something else going on, but it is also pretty groovy, and if you are down with what Alethea and Andy are up to you will probably also be glad to check out Must Be the Holy Ghost.


Saturday at 7:00 many of our people will be watching the big game, as the valiant Hoos of Hooville taken on the evil Dukes of K., hoping to crush their dreams of One Thousand and One Nights of Wins. But if you are not one of them, if maybe you want to watch something that you know has a happy ending, then you should take advantage of the opportunity to see 2001: A Space Odyssey at The Paramount, on the big screen, the way it was meant to be seen (well, not on 70mm, you can’t have everything). Cahiers du cinéma may rank 2001 (#43) below Fritz Lang’s Moonfleet (#32) on its list of all time cinema greats, but Moonfleet does not have any actual scenes set on the moon, or any spaceships at all, much less a fleet of them. (Honestly, though I have seen half a dozen Fritz Lang movies, I had never even heard of Moonfleet before, and am glad for the introduction.) Kubrick may be overrated by the the overly XY übermenschchen type fanboys, and deserve some French knockdown, but nonetheless 2001 is a film of true greatness and, at the very least, better than The Barefoot Contessa (#31), enjoyable as that picture is.

There is another big game Sunday, but it is of no local interest so you should go see 20,000 Days On Earth, the Nick Cave quasi-documentary at Newcomb Hall (8pm, $2), presented by Offscreen. I saw it at the Film Festival, it is excellent, very well worth seeing in the theater even if you are not much of a Nick Cave fan, as I am not.



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