DRUM CORPS INTERNATIONAL
7 p.m. War Memorial Stadium. $25.
In terms of staggering live productions, Drum Corps International will be hard to top. DCI bills itself as "marching music's major league," and after more than three decades of showcasing insanely complicated performances and ridiculously talented dancers and musicians, that seems like an indisputable claim. If you need evidence of the awesomeness of these upper echelon band geeks, I suggest a quick YouTube search for "DCI highlights." This show includes performances from The Cadets of Allentown, Pa.; The Cavaliers of Rosemont, Ill.; Bluecoats of Canton, Ohio; Blue Knights of Denver, Colo.; Glassmen of Toledo, Ohio; Academy of Tempe, Ariz.; Pacific Crest of Diamond Bar, Calif.; Crossmen of San Antonio; Cascades of Seattle; and Pioneer of Milwaukee, Wis.
9 p.m. Downtown Music Hall. $5.
Damn. This qualifies as a bona fide "End of an Era" To-Do: Cool Shoes will no longer be a thing in Little Rock (Cool Shoes Fayetteville will continue to host monthly shows, though). From the Cool Shoes Facebook: "When we started this party over 4 years ago, we didn't know what would come of it. A dance party at a metal venue in Arkansas? It could've been a disaster but it worked. We've packed the place out with 500+ sweaty kids with lines wrapping around the block, brought in national headliners, and even had our own stage at RiverFest." This farewell show includes DJs Wolf-e-Wolf, Kichen and Raphe.
9 p.m. Juanita's. 15 adv., $17 day of.
For the last several years, I'd seen the band name. It popped up in the usual places: magazines, newspapers, the margins of web pages. But what could it mean? I found myself repeating it over and over in my head: "Hoobastank. Hoobastank. Hooooooooobastank" — sometimes drawing it out like that until it lost all meaning (or, well, you know). Based solely on the name, I though perhaps Hoobastank was some kind of Insane Clown Posse or Limp Bizkit type thing with Nu metal chuggery and rapping about weed and boobs and so forth. You know, music for guys who wear gigantic pants and have those skull jester tattoos. It was to remain a mystery for me until very recently when I actually listened to some Hoobastank and discovered that the band trafficked not in goofy clown rap, but in crunchy, lower middle-brow modern rock with actual singing. They wrote songs about feelings and breaking up with your girlfriend and stuff like that. As for the name, it's kind of genius. It's highly Googleable and it sticks in your head way better than the names of other bubblegrunge acts like Sister Mary Seven, Point of Solitude, Jars of the Day, Trading Templeton and a bunch of other ones that I made up because I couldn't remember any real ones. Hoobastank reminded me of an important lesson that I learned several years ago, when I bought a Lamb of God CD for my Aunt Sally, a devout Missionary Baptist: Never, ever judge a band by its name alone, because it can get you in trouble. The opening acts at this show are Stellar Revival and Stars in Stereo.
7:30 p.m. Magic Springs' Timberwood Amphitheater. $30-$65.
People, there are 26 million Creed CDs out there in the United States. Twenty. Six. Million. Creed CDs. That's a lot of CDs for a band once described by music producer and funny guy Jack Endino as "Whitesnake without the snake." Could we get all 26 million CDs back together in one place? Probably. That would be one big stack of CDs. But then what would we do with them? Jeremy Brasher — one of the state's best musicians and most trenchant cultural observers — once said that all Christmas albums should be melted down and somehow converted into low-income housing. So that's an idea. I don't know if CDs melt all that good, so maybe we just make a big CD castle out of them and it could be like a playland type thing for underprivileged kids. Well, anyways, that's one idea. Shifting gears somewhat, here's another bit of Creed news: this very fall, in October, to be precise, we will finally get a look inside the brain of Creed singer Scott Stapp, when he releases his memoir, "Sinner's Creed." We'll just have bide our time until then. I know, I know. But check this: he recently offered some sneak-peek quotes on the book's Facebook page (yes, these days, even books can have Facebook pages). Here's a good one: "When it comes to music, rapport can't be explained. It just is. Why a guitarist and a singer are able to strike a common chord and produce something magical is something I don't understand." That right there is some truth, courtesy of Scott Stapp. No one can explain what musical rapport is, not even him. And he sold 26 million CDs.
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