On Thursday, country veteran David Allan Coe, most famous for everyone’s favorite anthem of unemployment “Take this Job and Shove It,” brings his toe-tapping subversion of the gears of capitalism, and other hits, to Ziggy’s in Winston-Salem.
Like the Partridge Family of classical music, but squarer and actually existing in real life, the 5 Browns are a group of sibling pianists who all attended Juilliard together. What can you do with five pianos that you can’t do with four? Find out Friday at the Carolina Theatre. On the same night Jason Isbell, late of the Drive-by Truckers, plays Ziggy’s.
According to Brian Howe of Pitchfork, David Karsten Daniels’ new album Pitchfork, “eschew[s] the complex calculus of what makes music ‘good'” and is instead “a reminder of what makes it necessary.” Check him out at Two Art Chicks on Saturday and find out what the hell that means. Appearing at Somewhere Else tavern that same night is Fynn Chi, a new High Point band which claims Jefferson Airplane, Mavis Staples and Bob Marley as influences. Those all seem appropriate for the eclectic stew that is Fynn Chi, but Amy Winehouse and Nick Drake wouldn’t be far off either. Psychedelic in the most positive and liberating sense. Weird and grounded at the same time. Cosmic fabulousness.
Also that night, the Greensboro Symphony’s tribute to Motown and R&B makes Boomers feel even older at the War Memorial Auditorium. Classical music without any scary dead Europeans, much like John Williams’ theme to Star Wars it’s a great way to introduce neophytes to the symphony.
Meanwhile over in Winston-Salem that same night, Old Southern Moonshine Revival gets us all pickled in 180-proof new country goodness at Ziggy’s while Luminescent Orchestrii serves up its unique amalgamation of Romanian gypsy punk. Sorry, no fortune-telling.
Out in the boonies, Songbear Productions presents “rock ‘n soul gypsy troubadour” Lee Tyler Post, the Michael Ken Band, Kris Ferris, the Greg Phairas Band and Lou West at Reidsville Lake Amphitheater.
Bloodjinn wraps up the week by screaming in your ears till they bleed at Greene Street on Monday.