I was a groupie for a band exactly once. I wasn’t very good at whatever it is that groupies typically do—you know, the low-rent behavior, the screaming—because it wasn’t really that sort of band. I think we went to Shoney’s once and overdid on Hot Fudge Cake. Beyond that, it was pretty mild stuff.
The band was The Young Nashvillians, and it was 1982. When I look at this footage of the band rehearsing in my husband’s parents’ basement, I see 19-year-old me sitting on the steps with my much cuter sister Buffy, and I think: I’ve loved The Young Nashvillians for a really, really long time.
I broke groupie etiquette by marrying the guy (Hubbo is the one faking it on the drums at the beginning), and now, The Young Nashvillians have returned after a bit of a hiatus. A 32-year hiatus. This past summer, this band of friends reunited to record songs that have been percolating for three decades, and the result is a new EP, “Two Sides of the Young Nashvillians.” Two sides, four songs, including two songs just in time for Christmas: “Me and Mrs. Claus” and “Christmas Vacation Time.”
Here’s “Me and Mrs. Claus,” the love song of a heartsick elf.
The Young Nashvillians make me laugh, every time. They have a legion of fans who know the words to “Vanderbilt in France” and “Jumper Cables,” including Nashville Scene editor Jim Ridley who checked in with the lads in this week’s issue.
Here’s the promo for “Two Sides of The Young Nashvillians”:
Forever young? Maybe. Forever Young Nashvillians? Absolutely!