Hairball: Unexpected Rock Legends

Hairball who?? That’s what we said… and now we’re fans for life. But first, let’s set the scene.

It all started with the noble hunt for a free parking spot in the Germantown area of Nashville—a journey that involved circling the block, a scenic route we did not sign up for, and a few muttered prayers to the parking gods. Eventually, success! Our pilgrimage to dinner and the concert could finally begin.

We landed at Taco Mamacita, where Don immediately entered into a sparring match of wits with the waiter (winner: still unclear). The salsa—meh. And we paid for it. Thankfully, Happy Hour came to the rescue… or tried to. Let’s just say when you’re promised a “pitcher” of sangria and a carafe shows up, it feels a little like being stood up by your drink. But the food was good, and the company? Even better!

Next stop: Brooklyn Bowl. The lineup? Jasmine “F’ing” Cain and—wait for it—Hairball!

Jasmine Cain brought the house down with killer vocals and a setlist that genre-hopped like it was training for the musical Olympics. Girl’s got range.

And then came Hairball. Yes, Hairball. Sounds like something the cat left on the carpet, but this Minnesota-based tribute arena rock band was unreal. They didn’t just cover artists—they became them. Costume changes, spot-on moves, eerily accurate mannerisms… it was like watching a rock ‘n’ roll possession. One minute it’s Gene Simmons, the next it’s Freddie Mercury, and you’re sitting there wondering how this isn’t sold out.

The crowd was thin, but the energy? Arena-sized.

Honestly, America’s best-kept secret might just wear spandex and answer to “Hairball.”Læs mere