Nashville Pussy have had to grow a second set of eyes when touring with Motörhead
There’s a coolness attached to Nashville Pussy vocalist Blaine Cartwright that you can’t buy or fake. Speaking to me from his home, this coolness comes through in his non-astonishment that he gets to share a bill with Motörhead.
This is, of course, because he’s done it so many times before, which in turn merely enhances his coolness. "It’s always great. I love hanging around those guys," he says nonchalantly.
Since Cartwright and Nashville Pussy are no strangers to Motörhead, and the tall (and occasionally true) tales that surround the ageless, timeless, seemingly limitless rockers, I ask him if he’s got a favourite. When he "can’t really pinpoint one," he calls out to his wife, Nashville Pussy guitarist Ruyter Suys, for a hand.
What I get is something garbled and half-relayed (real life broken telephone?) that recalls the time a cigar dipped in "hot pepper or something" was inserted into the Motörhead guitarist’s anus. Staying with Motörhead (or rather, Motör-anuses), Cartwright also recalls the time that Lemmy and Co. shit in a sandwich and fed it to a roadie known for eating a lot. "They’re really hardcore," laughs Cartwright. "People that aren’t entertained by normal things."
But enough about Motörhead.
Nashville Pussy’s newest record, From Hell to Texas, is their first since 2005, but in Cartwright’s eyes, it’s not a reinvention of the wheel. "It’s just kind of heavier, and catchier," he says. "It’s more Nashville Pussy, basically."
Sure, he might not be the most descriptive guy in the world, but let’s face it and call a spade a spade: Nashville Pussy makes music about drinkin’, fuckin’ and fightin’, and that ain’t never gonna change. Their livelihood isn’t based on arena shows, but rather religiously putting the rubber to the road and enthralling audiences that have made them a cult sensation the world over. "It’d be great if we [could get arena shows]," says Cartwright, "but I don’t think what we do would appeal to the average… we don’t really appeal to the squares, basically."
Because of that, Nashville Pussy has to work harder than a lot of other bands, which is fine by Cartwright, who plans to "play ’til I drop."
"That’s basically the plan," he continues, "[to] just kinda keep it up. I don’t know what else to do besides this, and it’s just a lot of fun. I don’t know why you’d want to quit doing this. It’s a great life."
w/ Motörhead and The Reverend Horton Heat
At Métropolis (59 Ste-Catherine E.), Sept. 3