Live Oak Blues What happens.

Louisville's Own Wax Fang

I became obsessed a while back with local music scenes. My fear was that music was so dispersed (the regrettable side effect from a thoroughly ‘Net-ed culture) that it really didn’t matter where a band was from anymore. I am pleased to report this is not the case. I just wasn’t digging deep enough. Instead of depending on Google, I decided to take it to the denizens themselves…and boy were they excited (seriously).

So this is what I do now. Any time I do one of my radio shows (“Left Of The Dial,” every Sunday from 1 to 3 Eastern on Grow Radio, thanks for asking), I go to forums specific to the city I want to target and ask them who I should showcase. The result has been better than I could have wished. They are only too willing to crow about their local scenes: the bands who have “made it,” the ones they remember fondly, the ones they want to promote. What I’ve found is that each city does, in fact, have a “sound.”

Take this week’s Louisville, for instance. There is a distinct Louisville sound that you could only discern after culling together 25 songs or so from the bands there. I decided to do Louisville at the suggestion of a friend, but I was only too happy because I spent my formative years there, and still have mad love for the city. Tune in Sunday to hear what I’m talking about.