Okay, Gill Holland had to tell us what Nylon magazine even is.
A cute college girl magazine with lots of photos of Scarlett Johansson, so we don’t collectively spend a lot of time with it here at Insider Louisville, preferring to peruse National Review and Underwired.
But Nylon thinks Louisville is a cool place with an influential music scene, so where do we buy a copy? Because we can’t find the Louisville feature on their website.
Anywho, here’s what Nylon writer Kyle Meredith wrote:
Considering it’s a town known for bourbon, horses, and college sports, it should be no surprise that Louisville’s music community is just as eccentric. Derby City has never had one specific sound, finding itself the birthplace for indie godfathers Slint and the unclassifiable My Morning Jacket, folk apparition Bonnie “Prince” Billy, and electro masters VHS or Beta.
Refreshingly free of references to Gov. Steve Beshear worshipping false idols.
Highlights from the music scene include:
Headliners Music Hall: National acts “and close to the city’s hip Bardstown Road/Baxter Avenue area, which is lined for miles with independent stores and restaurants.” Accurate.
Forecastle Festival: “Each July, gather with 30,000 of your closest friends for the epic Forecastle Festival, which takes place at Louisville’s Waterfront Park where the city’s skyline frames the stage.” Noting national acts such as Zooey Deschanel’s She & Him, “expect something even bigger for 2012′s 10th Anniversary,” states the blurb. Hmmmm. Teaser!
SonaBLAST! Record’s Nerves Junior gets a huge plug complete with dominant photo.
Nylon includes Cheyenne Marie Mize, Silver Tongue and Cabin on a brief roster of “Bands to Watch.”
Obviously, magazines have the disadvantage in the digital age of a long production time between reporting and landing on the bookstore shelf. So one glaring issue is ear X-tacy’s description as a “world famous record store. ” Famous, yes, for their marketing prowess, but unfortunately no longer in business.
Question … when will we – like any prima donna – start believing our own national publicity?