Feist w/Timber Timbre Tonight at The Ryman; Jessica Lea Mayfield w/Birdcloud Tonight at The High Watt



What's up, Tuesday? Fine shows abound this evening, no doubt — it's an unlikely spread for a Tuesday. Let me start off by sharing my Critic's Pick on tonight's Feist/Timber Timbre show at The Ryman:

When beloved indie chanteuse Leslie Feist breezed through Nashville in November, it was on the heels of a last-minute announcement that she’d be playing Jack White’s modestly sized Third Man Records. Scores of Canadian-imported-folk-pop fans found themselves shit out of luck, as they say, when tickets to the TMR gig sold out in a flash. But Feist makes it up to Nashville this go-round, playing the Mother Church — the capacity of which is about 10 times that of Third Man — in support of last year’s generally acclaimed Metals. As on 2004’s Let It Die and 2007’s The Reminder, Feist’s milky croon remains the centerpiece of Metals, but here she’s melded a future-folk/jazz/baroque-pop alloy that is more nuanced, more moody and certainly less cute than anything we’ve ever heard from her. And indeed, the complex pastiche of strings, horns, backing vocals and percussion that billows around Feist pulls her distinctive vocals sharply into focus. Opening for Feist will be fellow Canadian folkies Timber Timbre, whose most recent release — the riotously titled Creep on Creepin’ On — is a twisted, obsessed, slow-crawling, elegiac slab of minimalism that lands somewhere between the self-aware darkness of Nick Cave’s Bad Seeds and the balladic elegance of trad-pop greats like Roy Orbison. —D. PATRICK RODGERS

Ryman prices too rich for you? How about The High Watt, where you can catch honorary Nashvillian Jessica Lea Mayfield alongside actual Nashvillians and complete weirdos Birdcloud? Edd Hurt wrote a pick on that one for us, and this is how it goes:

Jessica Lea Mayfield has been dubbed a hybrid of Kurt Cobain and Maybelle Carter, and for all I know that’s accurate. A home-schooled native of Kent, Ohio, Mayfield reminds me of Nashville’s Caitlin Rose, right down to the half-asleep vocals and impeccably constructed songs — Mayfield is good at what she does, just like Rose. On last year’s breathlessly awaited full-length Tell Me, Mayfield sings casual tunes about relationships and self-assertion. Decorated with synthesizers and background vocals, Tell Me is a sharp record: The mutated Dick Dale-style guitar lick snaking around within the blithe “Our Hearts Are Wrong” will get your attention. Tell Me operates within an indie haze that smells suspiciously like isolation, and if you think Mayfield’s isolation has anything to do with Maybelle Carter’s, I suggest you pull out your old Foo Fighters and Liz Phair records and revisit the past. —EDD HURT

Hey, thanks Edd. That mutated Dick Dale-style guitar of which he speaks can be attributed to JLM's sideman, Richie Kirkpatrick (also of Ri¢hie and Ghostfinger, of course).

Anyway, the Feist show will run you $27-$34, and the Mayfield ticket is $12. If neither of those appeals to you, there's also Bombino with Cherry Blossoms and William Tyler at the VFW and Mayer Hawthorne's show at Mercy Lounge. And if you still aren't interested in seeing a show tonight, then I suggest you just put an egg in your shoe and beat it.

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