ALL ABOUT THE PUSSY Nashville Pussy

It’s not fuckin’
rocket science…

 

BY RANDY HARWARD

 

Any public figure runs the risk of being forever cast in a
certain light. The beam that shines on Nashville Pussy, for example, shines a murky
amber, reminiscent of beer bottle glass and bongwater. Are they concerned about
being typecast as a rambunctious, ostensibly redneck party band? “Don’t take
anything we do seriously, man,” says lead guitarist Ruyter Suys. “The only
things we do seriously are rock hard and party hard. Other than that, we’re a
long line of people who are making fun of themselves. All our lyrics are very
tongue-in-cheek… It’s not fuckin’ rocket science.”

 

That doesn’t mean The Pussy doesn’t want to be appreciated
for its other charms, even if they somewhat compound – nay, further define – the band’s image. When
we shined our fluorescent black light on The Pussy, as they’re known to their
fans, we found a few surprises glowing in the gloom.

 

The Pussy Is Entropy
in Motion

“For every action there’s an equal and opposite reaction,”
says Suys, noting one of Isaac Newton’s laws of motion and how it, along with
entropy, runs the Nashville Pussy party bus. “Every time we play Salt Lake City it’s
usually pretty chaotic. It’s to make up for all the damn LDS runnin’ around
that place pretendin’ they’re running the show.” Sometimes, though, they have
to use that power to render a fan inert. Once in SLC, an audience member was “such a complete jackass” that Suys
“had to resort to using my beautiful guitar as a weapon” by smacking his head
into this giant pillar “just so he would fuckin’ leave me alone. Salt Lake City
ain’t what you think it is. God damn!”

 

The Pussy Is Purple

Although they take their name from a Nuge song and use a
Confederate flag in their imagery, The Pussy’s politics ain’t god, guns, and gay-bashin’
– they run both red and blue. In fact, on the band’s fifth album From Hell to Texas (SPV), they assail
religion on “Lazy Jesus” (“God’s just a king with a lot less money”) and bash
“The Late, Great USA.” “We walk the line,” Suys says. “The party we vote for is
the Party party.” The song, she continues, is about returning home from Europe to notice the little differences between here and
there. “Some of the freedoms over there are different… like, you know, hash and nice, state-sponsored hookers.
Then you come back to America,
land of supposed freedom, and you’re not allowed to smoke 50 feet in front of a
building and shit. It’s like, ‘What the fuck?’

 

The Pussy Has
Platform Issues

“Obviously marijuana should be legalized,” says Suys. “And
they should definitely come up with some form of legalized prostitution. We’re
the pro-sex party. Whatever’s gonna get more people laid… I’m for that.”

 

The Pussy is
Merciless

In the song “Pray for the Devil,” The Pussy says “I’d pray
for the devil before I’d pray for you.” It’s directed, she says, toward
“Anybody who wants our sympathy.” Unsure “how to further extrapolate on that,”
Suys turns to her husband, The Pussy’s singer-guitarist, Blaine Cartwright, and
asks, “Do you wanna expand on that?” Blaine:
“No.”

 

The Pussy Gets Along
Famously with Willie

From Hell to Texas was recorded at Willie Nelson’s Pedernales Studio, using the same two-inch tape
machine used to track all of Willie’s classic mid-seventies albums. He also let
The Pussy use another contraption of his. “He’s got fuckin’ great weed,” gushes Suys, “and he also
has this awesome vaporizer called the Silver Surfer.” Even the band members
that don’t indulge partook when Willie passed around the Surfer. “It was like
being blessed. We were all beside ourselves. He was swiggin’ from our bottle of
tequila at the same time.” Since then, The Pussy has licensed its own version
of the Surfer.

 

The Pussy Is
Well-Traveled-And Cultured

Every band has a “travelin’ band” song and on FHTT The Pussy proffers “Gimme A Hit
Before I Go.” “We are definitely world-traveled!,” laughs Suys. Are they also
cultured for the experience? “When you travel it really just reinforces [your
beliefs], but I like to think we’re slightly cultured. [laughs] You name the
country, and we can tell you what the truck stop’s like there.” How about France? “They
have these really great robots there-these push-button machines where you can
get a really good espresso for only one Euro. The robots in France make
better coffee than the humans do in America.”

 

The Pussy Gets the
Blues

“Like Mötörhead, like AC/DC, like Aerosmith,” says Suys. “we’re
aficionados of the blues.” Case in point: “Stone Cold Down,” perhaps as low
down and blue as The Pussy has gotten. The song began as a jam between Suys and
drummer Jeremy Thompson. “We were just fuckin’ around; it was one of those cool
little riffs you can just repeat ad nauseum.” Later, when they went to flesh
out the jam, “it was fuckin’ phenomenal… probably my proudest moment on the
record. I did a bunch of shit I never knew I could do. I’m really glad that’s me playing because if it wasn’t, I’d be
jealous.”

 

The Pussy Goes Pop

Known for their balls-out, blues-based songs, on FHTT The Pussy whips out “Why, Why, Why,”
a bona fide pop tune that channels 1960s singer-songwriter Jackie DeShannon and
early glam champs Slade. “Slade is one of my favorites,” Suys says. “[They’re]
catchy as hell, plus Noddy Holder has a similar, screaming voice as Blaine
has.” Don’t think they’re gonna pull a Quiet Riot and mine Slade’s discography
for hits they can’t write themselves (see “Cum On Feel the Noize”). Or maybe
that’s not such a bad idea… “We’ve written this song called ‘Stairway to
Heaven’,” jokes Suys. “Check it out. We just spelled it all stupid. Let’s see
if that gets popular!”

 

The Pussy Has A
Love-Hate Relationship with Larry the Cable Guy

If you call Blaine Cartwright’s cell phone, you’ll be
treated to the nasally twang and anal eructation of America’s best-worst comedian. Come
on now… does The Pussy really like him? “He’s – surprisingly – a lot
funnier than you’d think,” says Suys. “Our sense of humor is pretty
tongue-in-cheek, [though], so there’s definitely some irony in putting that on
there.” It gets fewer complaints – from Pussy pal and Larry nemesis David
Cross, and the band’s Adult Swim buds – than Cartwright’s last greeting: “While
you’re waiting, enjoy a Bible verse.” Says his bride, “People were like, ‘What
the fuck, man?’ So we changed it to
Larry the Cable Guy farting.”

 

The Pussy Digs Chicks
(As Bass Players)

Lest they upset the delicate pH balance in The Pussy, as
each of their former bass players departed, they replaced her with other hers.
Currently, Karen Cuda (of Hemi Cuda) holds down the bottom end. “Karen is the
ultimate chick bass player,” says Suys, who’d know: The Pussy’s first bass
player was near-seven-foot tall, fire-breathing bombshell Corey Parks.
“[Karen’s] upped the ante. When we first hired her, we thought we’d test her
out by seein’ if we could drink her under the table, and by the end of the
night, she was sitting on top of our kitchen counter, farting. Me and Blaine
were on the floor-she literally floored us!”

 

[Note: A condensed version of this story ran in the May 6
issue of Salt Lake City Weekly.]

 

[Photo Credit: Frank Mullen/Matteblack]

 

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