photo courtesy of Nate Fay
Mike Tramp, the voice of ’80s rockers White Lion, will bring his solo acoustic show to Stafford, Conn.’s Palace Theater (thestaffordpalacetheater.com) this Saturday, April 19. Look out for next week’s installment for the Nightcrawler’s exclusive interview with the platinum-selling, platinum-maned frontman, and be sure to get there early as Enfield alt-rock up-and-comer Sage King and the seasoned sextet the Lake Rats open. General admission tix are $18 and available at ticketfly.com.
Next up, those who think rockers are always the ones getting the chance to open for nationals need only check out the 10th annual Mountain Soul Vocal Competition deets to realize the grass is not always bluer on the other side. For a nominal fee ranging from $5 to $10 based on age, singers can enter their best take of a Dolly Parton-penned tune for a chance to perform at the Bloomin BBQ & Bluegrass Festival in May, a Nashville recording session and more. All entries must be postmarked or submitted online by Wednesday, April 16. For more info, the application and more, kindly point your browser to BloominBBQ.com.
Last but not least, GWAR and peace... or make that rest in peace, as Valley bassist Nate Fay checks in to recall his memories of the recently departed GWAR frontman Dave Brockie:
“After hearing of the recent passing of the notorious Dave Brockie, aka Oderus Urungus, it brought back a stream of teenage memories,” he recalls. “In 1989 I was introduced to their music and stage show, and became completely obsessed.
“I would call what fans call the ‘slave pit’ and the members were nice enough to talk to me. I eventually developed a relationship with Don Drakulich—aka Sleazi P Martini—who invited me into the pit, too.
“Luckily, my girlfriend also had a dad who worked at the airport. Armed with $20, we made our way down and were greeted with all the members. I got to try on the costumes, see where they rehearsed and built their sets.
“Dave came in a bit later and invited me upstairs to his office. He didn’t say much to me that I can remember, but handed me a stack of merchandise. I was merely 16 years old and this was pretty much the coolest thing that could happen to any super fan of a group.
“The passing of Dave reminded me of how much cooler my teenage years were than most kids’, and how much easier life was.”•
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