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The definition of rock'n'roll should simply read: NASHVILLE PUSSY. Aspiring rockers should look to Blaine Cartwright (N.P. frontman) as the real fuckin' deal! In a world of corporate clone rock and punk of the moment, Nashville Pussy speaks loudly and carries an even bigger stick. Holding true to the nature of the beast, Blaine, Ruyter Ruys (guitar goddess), Jeremy Thompson (drummer) and new bass player Tracy Kickass rock out with a proverbial cock out, without hesistation... and on a regular basis. Their stage presence is big, bold and in your face. Blaine is a mix between Lemmy from Motorhead, James Hetfield and David Allen Coe. Ruyter, who is also Blaine's wife, is a flat out firecracker! Her wild mane has a mind of its own and fans out in a dizzying whirl during her head banging guitar leads.
During the show we caught at Kaya, of all places, Ruyter's "Keep on Fuckin'" shirt came off mid set, revealing her happy to be set free breasts, held back and covered by a see-through mesh top. She was on fire! The newest member, Tracy Kickass, replaces their former leggy and buxom blonde bassist Corey Parks. Tracy is a straight up rocker on bass. She may not be the busty blonde her predecessor was, but her balls are just as big. The show goes on just as hard. Keeping the beat on drums is madman Jeremy Thompson, whose arms are in a constant frenzy as his eyes grow larger and wilder as he plays. The band in it's entirety, plugged in and turned on, has the power of a freight train. The music that Nashville Pussy creates is what rock'n'roll started out as- heavy, loud and country based. They have a Southern White Trash attitude going for them, and that's a good thing. They don't put any false airs on, or seem to succumb to the powers of the dark corporate machine. They just flat out ROCK!
Behind the scenes, the band has an entirely different vibe about them. All of the members, including their crew are down to earth, and cool as hell. Blaine is quite fond of those 'special' green cookies, and is quite a mellow man compared to his onstage persona. And even though it was my first in-person encounter with the band, I was treated just like one of the gang. That's the thing, Nashville Pussy entertains and relates to the common person- the person who wants to let their hair down, drink some beer, and have a good time. And that's just what I did, thanks to them. They know how to keep it real.
Both onstage and offstage, the interaction between Ruyter and Blaine seems effortless. The two complement each other very well and totally feed off each other's energy.
The rest of the Pussy crew is pretty well inked up. Jeremy got most of his tattoos from none other than our local rock hero, Shane Morton. The Nosferatu arm piece is way cool, and you can never go wrong with a Ratfink tattoo. Tracy has a full sleeve by Randy Muller of Art and Soul Tattoos in Kenner, LA. The tattoo is an illustration of two songs by the band X. "True Love Part I" and " True Love Part II" off their 'More Fun in the New World' album.
The crew that helps keep the whole show running smoothly are also covered in tattoos, especially drum tech Rich Valle. His tattoos range from dark and demonic to mud-flap mommas proudly displayed on his chest. The portrait of his Grandmother Oda May, and the P.O.W. flag on his leg reveal a touch of sentimentality next to his otherwise evil tattoos.
Speaking of evil, Mark Stopper is better known for his work as a drummer in the local band, the Evils. He is also master of merchandise for Nashville Pussy. Look for an upcoming feature on the Evils in PRICK Magazine.
Patrick Nyffeler is their guitar and pyro-technics technician. He's a funny man, but way butch.
Nashville Pussy could technically be called Atlanta Pussy because they are now locals. So show them some love when you see them sitting next to you at 9 Lives Saloon.
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