Why does your page look like this?

Not just Lil Jon. It's old news that TVT Records filed bankruptcy, but recently their list of unsecured creditors has surfaced, and guess who they owe money to? Like, everybody. If you've got the patience for 119 pages of oustanding debt, have at it. Of note is that, even as my eyes blurred scanning the file, I noticed at least one Nashville company to whom TVT owes money—about $500 (of the some $25 million altogether). Sorry dude. Bet the check's totally in the mail.

OK, here’s the story as I know it: AutoVaughn independently released their 2006 album Space, busted their collective ass for a year and got signed to a monolithic international entertainment conglomerate. Then they went into the studio with Brian Virtue, who has worked on tons of projects from Jane's Addiction to the Kiss Alive! box set to the X-Files OST (nerdgasm, whoa!), and they co-produced a six song EP of headphone-ready, echo-drenched guitar pop.

And then their monolithic international entertainment conglomerate drops ‘em like an Indian baby off a tall building. Which is—in my humble opinion—totally fucking retarded.

Stewart performs stand-up this Friday night at The Ryman, and for this week's paper, Jack Silverman conducted an interview with the reluctant anchorman, which includes questions like this:

Scene: Does having Colbert come on after you, since he is obvious parody, allow you to be a little more serious? Or is he more of the Dr. Phil to your Oprah?

Stewart: I guess he's more of a Judge Joe Brown to my [Marilyn] Milian. I don't know...our shows are of the same genetic material. I think they both exist on their own, but hopefully together they complete a nice picture [laughs]. You know what's sad? You're clearly far more thoughtful about this than I am. I'm like, “Geez, you know, I never thought of that.” I've been sitting up here playing Minesweeper.

(Photo by Steve Cross.)

Asylum Seekers: Singer-songwriters John Hiatt and Mary Gauthier help raise money for Sudanese refugees living in Nashville. (Lost Boys Celebration: A Benefit for the Lost Boys Foundation of Nashville featuring John Hiatt and Mary Gauthier playing Wednesday, 14th at The Belcourt.)

Adult Material: On his latest, Hayes Carll mines his younger, freer days with sharp, roadhouse-friendly songs. (Playing Thursday, 8th at The Belcourt.)

Peer as Folk: Robby Hecht’s full-length debut proves he’s found his kind of people in Nashville. (CD release show Thursday, 8th at Mercy Lounge.)

Sad Soul: Altered Statesman play white soul with a bohemian edge. (Playing Thursday, 8th at Family Wash.)

To celebrate the day dedicated to our birth-givers, Scenecast Episode 131 has a real mother for you, with Rooney, De Novo Dahl, The Moaners, Mr. Gnome, The Bravery, The Sword, DeVotchKa, Basia Bulat, Rachael Sage, John Prine, Sierra Hull and sounds from the Ice Cold hip-hop night at The Rutledge.

In The Spin: The Privates, Lou Reed, M.I.A.

Our Critics' Picks: The Moaners, DeVotchKa, Basia Bulat, The Sword, John Prine & more.

1. Apparently Ritter knows just how special "The Temptation of Adam" is. When it came time to play it, he turned down all the lights. All of them. It was like we were down in that bunker too.

1a. The Belcourt is an excellent place for a show like this—one that benefits from an attentive crowd—and the sound was superior.

2. Opener Ingrid Michaelson proved that it is possible to win over a Nashville crowd. Her wisecracking and wonderful rangy voice—put to especially good use on a showstopping cover of Radiohead's "Creep"—earned her a standing ovation at the end of her set.

3. People looked like other people. Play the look-alike game after the jump.

Too bad artist Jeff Orrall, former bassist for Be Your Own Pet, isn't getting too many plays on his Generation Zune page.

Actress Leisha Haley is best known for her role as the perky Alice Pieszecki on lady soap The L Word, where she cheerfully tracks the sexcapades of friends in their tightly knit Los Angeles lesbian community for The Chart. But before acting she played in The Murmurs, and Uh Huh Her, her new electro-pop band with former Mellowdrone bassist/keyboardist Camila Grey, is named after PJ Harvey’s highest-charting album of the same name. Their first full-length, Common Reaction, is a batch of sultry, ethereal pop that rests somewhere between Ladytron’s synthy surges (“Not a Love Song”) and Annie Lenox’s mournful moans (“Everyone”). Coincidentally, it’s the kind of sexy, atmospheric music that would fit perfectly on The L Word’s soundtrack. 9 p.m. at Exit/In —TRACY MOORE

OK, so who hasn't watched a commercial, caught a bit of the jingle and thought you could do better? In this town, I imagine it happens every five minutes. Of course, Murfreesboro has already given the world Matt Mahaffey, who in turn gave the world the unforgettable Expedia jingle. You gotta admit it has a brilliant, catchy simplicity. And just think of the cha-ching.

Anyhoo, CBS has bought a series called "Jingles" that gives folks a chance to "wow Fortune 500 companies with your talent" by coming up with product jingles. And they're casting in Nashville at the end of the month! And you can do it with your friends! Come on, sell out.

Info after the jump.

Playing May 6 and 7 at The Belcourt Theatre

1. "The Temptation of Adam"

I really like Josh Ritter. I love love love this song. I wrote about it here, and I told him about it here (though I'm pretty sure I used the word "obsessed"). It is both easy and difficult to decipher just what has etched this little tune into my heart.

One the easy side, it's a wonderful story: A man lives in a nuclear bunker with a woman who is way out of his league. Eventually, because of his songs and the fact that, in some ways, he is literally the only man on earth, she succumbs to his charms and they live in brief bliss 300 feet below the surface. But he knows he can't hold onto her. He knows that their "love would live a half-life on the surface." So, he thinks about pushing the "great big button" and launching WWIII to hang onto his woman. Hence the temptation.

(All photos by Steve Cross.)

When The Spin arrived at City Hall at 8:30 p.m., Canadian lab-rockers Holy Fuck had already taken the stage with their bloopy, glitchy dance beats featuring bass, drums and two knob-twiddlers. There were a few vocoder-distorted lyrics, but mostly hunched-over, jammy grooves that blended into one big kaleidoscopic melty jam.

It's Cinco de Mayo today, and tonight at Mercy Lounge it's Pico de Mayo, which is I guess what happens when Pico vs. Island Trees and bands they know celebrate their victory over French pop? Don't make me explain it.

So how do we feel about M.I.A. tonight? A review of a recent show in North Texas said the Sri Lankan-born rapper's fanbase was as diverse as her globally-influenced rhythms. Well, kinda:

But not only did M.I.A. attract a huge crowd Friday night, it was one that enthusiastically knew the lyrics to the songs on her two albums, Arular and Kala. And it was a crowd that spanned the social spectrum. Black, white, Asian, Latin, trendy, preppy, all were out in force. In fact, when M.I.A. put a call-out for ladies to come up onstage during an extremely funky 10, those who swarmed the stage looked as much as ready for a sale at NorthPark as a concert by a British cult pop figure.

Preppy and trendy, folks. Asian and Latin. Where else can you get that? You know, other than Layl'a Rul.

And, with head-trippers Holy Fuck on the bill, I've dared to dream that the turnout will be great. From our Critics' Picks:

Tagged as one of the top live acts at the Glastonbury Festival back in ’05, noise-huggers Holy Fuck have since become coveted show-openers for their caustic yet cuddly performances. Cramming dueling drummers and twin mix boards—a chaotic tangle of vintage analog equipment and fuzz box synthesizers to re-create their studio finish—the Toronto outfit forge swarming instrumentals with spasmodic dance beats. Less in line with fellow dirty-word lovin’ duo Fuck Buttons, who recently graced Nashville, this Kanook outfit owe more of a debt to technorati strongarms Black Dice and Melt Banana. As stage prep for M.I.A.’s third-world riot starters, Holy Fuck should serve as both a thorough palate-cleanser and a crash course in some of the best fringe experimental out there. There’s more than electrical tape holding these guys together. 8 p.m. at City Hall —DUSTIN ALLEN

Tonight, fans of T.L.A. beginning with the letter "m" can have their pick of M.I.A. at City Hall or M.O.D. at The End.

Huh? M.O.D. is still around? Billy Milano's still alive? Back when I could actually carry on a conversation about whether D.R.I. was better than Nuclear Assault, I actually owned a copy of Speak English or Die on cassette. This was back when I could land a kickflip and before cassettes were cool. I mean, before they were (cool because they're) obsolete. I mean, before I forgot them and before they wouldn't listen. If you are a crusty metalhead, you must not miss this show. Also, you might consider going if you are a racist asshole, just to show everyone that you don't get the joke...or is it?

(All photos by Steve Cross.)

It was a Saturday night much like any other in Nashville last night. The air was cool with spring still struggling to get sprung and Mercy Lounge was host to an exciting, assorted line up of touring bands. Despite our best efforts toward an early arrival so as not to miss opener Jeffrey Lewis, he was already playing once we got inside.

If you saw the movie Once, you're familiar with guitarist Glen Hansard and pianist Marketa Irglova's chance meeting that led to creative collaboration. The record they made together in Prague (2005's Swell Season) inspired the film. They scored the film's soundtrack and won Best Original Song for "Falling Slowly." They've since taken the band name Swell Season.

Tickets go on sale next Friday at 10 a.m.