So, in keeping with our delicious theme of the week, we present: the two best and one worst things related both to pizza and music to go down in Indy in the last 12 months.
1. Fountain Square’s Pizza King solidified this year as a host for DIY rock shows. Haven’t checked it out yet? You’ll have a chance next week at Chreece, a huge hip-hop festival taking over Fountain Square with sets booked for, yes, that magical Pizza King. We’ll have a special insert telling you everything you could possibly want to know about Chreece next week.
But if you can imagine a better day than a full day of hip-hop while eating a hot slice of pepperoni, well, email us. Because we can’t.
2. Speaking of Chreece – more specifically, its founder, Oreo Jones – did you miss Jones’ interview with Macaulay Culkin’s Velvet Underground cover band The Pizza Underground last year?
A perfect melding of cheese and layers upon layers of hipster irony. Jones asked the band (a collection of Culkin’s Brooklyn artists friends) why they love pizza so much they were inspired to retool the works of Lou Reed to be extra cheesy. They (answering collectively) said, “Of course the old saying is true: Pizza is like sex. Even when it’s bad, it’s good.”
1. The worst pizza music travesty is this: the Paramount Music Palace is still closed.
Nay, there is not a SINGLE pizza parlor pipe organ in the entire city (to our knowledge – if we’re wrong, please enlighten us forthwith!). For those too young to remember the days of the Mighty Wurlizter: right around 465 and Washington St. for 16 glorious years, the Paramount Music Palace served hot slices and rollicking performances on a mighty theater organ. There were performances every day by keymasters like Bill Vlasak and Donna Parker (among others); Hilbert Circle Theatre house organist Martin Ellis has said his first exposure to theatre organ was at the Paramount Pizza Palace. The Palace closed in 1995 to make way for a Don Pablo’s (now also closed), and leaving Indy without a pizza organ. Someone must remedy this! NUVO officially throws its support behind anyone bold enough to remount the glorious days of the pizza organ. We’ll even bring the pizza.
If your mouth isn’t watering by the time you’ve reached the back of this edition of NUVO, we question your basic humanity. After all, you’ve swallowed more than 10 pages of pizza-related musing by this point. If your finger isn’t on a phone button about to ring up Bazbeaux to order a Colossus (yes, in the music section, we play pizza favorites), well, who are you? We’ve already stuffed like seven pieces in our mouths today.