A couple of weeks ago, the Wreck Room’s Brian Forella bought 6th Street Live, a West Seventh Street-area juke joint that’s been open under various owners almost as long as the Wreck, about 10 years.
Forella leases the Wreck, but he bought the building at 2736 W. Sixth St. So if you happen to stop in there and see legendary Wreck bartender Carl Pack behind the bar, don’t pass out. And if you swing by this Sunday and see Dave Karnes and other local jazzbos jamming on the fancy new stage (installed by the club’s previous and, in retrospect, temporary owners), definitely don’t pass out – it’s been a long time since Karnes and his sitter-inners from the old Black Dog days have had any sort of momentum, and 6th Street Live may prove to be a good jolt. You don’t wanna fuck it up by cracking your head off the floor, do you?
… On Saturday, the young and talented and female will gather at Rubber Gloves Rehearsal Studios to take part in The Panty-Drop Sock Hop, a benefit show “for vaginas everywhere.” (Cute.) The bill includes Wild in the Streets, Sticky Buns, MVSCLZ, and the self-proclaimed first lady of nerdcore, MC Router. One of her songs contains an anecdote about a phone conversation between the rapper’s grandmother and Bill Gates. Grandma is having technical problems with her operating system. She tells Bill she has “a T8 and a really nice computer / I built it myself and connected it to a rooter,” to which Bill says, “It’s not a rooter, it’s a router.” Another tune finds Router responding, and not nicely, to a Wired magazine article about nerdcore in which she apparently served as a source. “A nerdcore article got published in Wired / That asshole [writer] Roger Thomasson should get fuckin’ fired / … I’m unwired / Enraged / Got me so mad, I’m rippin’ up the page / I’m upset / I regret / Givin’ Wired my two couplets.”
Basically, Router claims the article focused on poseurs and guys. Anyway, Router’s music thumps, and even though she raps mainly about technology, she also threatens real or imagined sucker MC’s with physical violence and has a gruff, smoky flow. Is she being ironic? Is she serious? Amazingly, it’s often impossible to tell. For more, check out MySpace.com/1gb. Admission is $5, and the club’s address is 411 E. Sycamore St. in Denton. Call 940-387-7781.
… Local modern-rockers Ransom have a new album coming out, All For You!, and you’ll probably be able to catch some of the trio’s new material on Saturday at The Aardvark (2905 W. Berry St., 817-926-7814), where they’ll be playing with Lacora, Odis, and Zen Tree. Check out some mixes at MySpace.com/ransom. … Follow-up: After we published last week’s cover story on slam poetry at the Black Dog Tavern (“Word” by Anthony Mariani), the bar closed. Fort Worth Slams’ new home is Embargo, 210 E. 8th St. (817-870-9750), and you can catch them tomorrow (Thursday).
… Clarification: Last week, we forgot to tell you the name of the reviewer who wrote the “Listen Up” on new songs from Avril Lavigne, Nelly Furtado, and The All-American Rejects. His name is Tom Breihan. Sorry, Tom.
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