Panic Nashville Recap
Ascend Amphitheater April 24, 25, 26 2025
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4/24/25 Ascend Amphitheater, Nashville, TN
04/25/25 Ascend Amphitheater, Nashville, TN
04/26/25 Ascend Amphitheater, Nashville, TN
Coastal Georgia Real Estate
Spending my birthday weekend in Nashvegas for all three shows with my oldest kid and acting like it was his birthday instead.
Spun Sugar @_redhotmama
I’m still riding high from the entire weekend but night three specifically because it was my cousin’s first show! That morning, I asked him what one song he was really hoping to hear. He said Barstools and Dreamers. When they started playing Machine, I knew what was coming next. Machine > Barstools and Dreamers!!! The energy from the crowd, the band doing the damn thing and the look on my cousin’s face said it all. PURE JOY
#1 JoJo hermann stan acct @26minutetruckin
Beers & Droning in NashVegas
It was 1 PM on a Friday in Nashvegas when the fear started settling in. The iced coffee and four bowls I had for “breakfast” was wearing off at an alarming clip. The recession special I ate at Robert’s the night prior was losing the battle to the myriad beers and substances I consumed beforehand.
A message from my good friend TedX confirmed what we both already knew: I needed a drink. I consult the Stop-Go Journal to assess food recommendations from my friend Truck. Breakfast? Ship has sailed. Sandwiches sound good but no alcohol is a non-starter. This next place looks a little pricy, then boom: there it is. A cozy basement English pub on Printer’s Alley, tucked away from the bright light and the rabble and the carnage and the Luke Bryan.
We walk in to “The Take Out” playing just loud enough to drown out the dread. This must be the place. My partner in grime and I sit at a stool. A couple of red ales and some uniquely fucked British appetizers appear before me. As my buddy eats his triple decker bacon on white toast sandwich, I scroll Panicstream and reflect on the night before.
Hazy memories come back like flash of neon: coconuts and porches and mountains and caterpillars and Telecasters, disapproving side eye from the bouncer at Legend’s, an ill-advised Uber to the smoke shop…. Dear lord.
“Yeah I’m gonna need another one of these red beers please.”
Some time later in the weekend, I shoot a message to this journal’s elusive founder trying to link for an adult beverage. Hingle doesn’t respond which is just as well because I’m back at Legend’s Corner for the 5th time this weekend asking my friends if they saw the reptilian beast destroying the Barstool Sports Bar & Grill during “Godzilla.” Terrifying shit but not nearly as spooky as the crew of seven in the marching upside-down “ƆIN∀Ԁ” hats.
One by one the extended crew drops boots at ACME. Indeterminate jam music plays on all floors as the hype builds for night 3. We speculate on bustouts and all play our favorite game: “Name One Million Panic Songs You’d Like To Hear.” We joke about wanting Sabbath but surrender to our likely fate of double Petty. Keep the expectations low and watch Panic blow ’em out of the fucking water.
That night on the lawn, I turn to see a 200-foot bottle of brown liquor being poured up from the sky. I hoped everyone else could see it too and this wasn’t some fucked psychedelic manifestation of my subconscious telling me to hit the bottle even harder. As the drone show transfigured into a woman, she seemed to dance and flow to the chop of the mandolin and the groove of the band. As dystopian as the surveillance drone/capitalist hellscape sky advertisement was, I had to admit that the whiskey and women light show was pretty on the nose for Panic.
The fans are transfixed until a final message from the sky gets ignored by everyone in attendance: PLEASE DRINK RESPONSIBLY.
Yeah right.
The second set of the last night was heavier than the appetizers at Jelly Roll’s bar and grill. Top to bottom gnarliness with a cute little reminder that it’s about love and joy jammed in the middle. The double Sabbath quickly had me disavowing both love and joy as the riff that invented heavy metal and spawned a million rip-offs melted out of Jimmy Herring’s cab. A one-two punch of heavy metal glory.
Tracers and fractals and hugs and laughs are shared before the encore. The final smokes of the weekend are fished out of pockets. A many-spirit-strong party unfolds into one last head-banging goodbye, then off we go into the neon night.
MJ2xday
King Baby > Godzilla > Chilly
Garbear @Garbear11609092
Godzilla, protein shake/sewing machine, Disco>greta, bust it big, and drone show.
1st show ever been to, went all 3 days. I definitely got spoiled.
Krombopulos Mike @KrombopulosM12
Disco