Nashville’s Diarrhea Planet have easily become one of my favorite bands of 2011. My copy of Aloha, their EP released earlier this year by Evil Weevil, has more wear and tear on it than that last pair of underwear I bought 6 years ago, and just like…
Me and the worlds greatest human being, Reid Magette.
By Matt Garlick
When I went down to Nashville, I was determined to see as many of my favorite bands as I could, one of them being Natural Child, a three-piece made up of Seth, Wes, and Zack. They had no dates scheduled for the two weeks I was going to be there, but by the time I left Nashville, I had seen them play twice. One was at Third Man when The Strange Boys recorded their live LP, but the first gig was at a house and was my favorite show in Nashville, if not the entire year.
As I got to the show, I was still nursing the hangover from all the trouble I’d gotten into in Memphis the night before. I didn’t care though, I was about to see Natural Child in someone’s bedroom, and all I could think about was how fucking cool that was. After openers Deluxin’, Ben Spinks Supermelt, and New Pleasure each played a killer set, some friends and I went to go meet Natural Child. Rebecca beckoned me to their van, and as the doors opened, waves of smoke flooded out. All that could be heard was Parliament Funkadelic singing, “I call my baby pussycat, I spell it P.U.S.S.Y,” and everyone in the van was singing and grooving along. After quite some time, Wes turned off the car and the music, and as he was about to get up, my friend chimed up and said, “the bowl’s not done.” In one fluid motion, he sat down, turned the engine back on, put on The Stones, and punched the lights out.