I spoke recently about the dubious new subgenre “dad-rock.” Is there such a things as mom-rock? If no one has hit upon this idea yet, I’d like to nominate San Francisco’s True Margrit as the first mom-rock band ever. My proof? I am certain that, though she hasn’t heard the band, my mother would love True Margrit. It possesses all of the qualities she looks for in a night out to the bar with the girls: Punchy, blues-rock piano and a funky girl lead singer, backed up by a jammin’ band. After seeing True Margrit, my mother would no doubt inform me that they “rawk.” And then she’d try to set me up with the lead singer. So goes mom-rock. — Rev. Adam McKinney
[Bob’s Java Jive, with Motopony, The Legend of Bigfoot, Saturday, Oct. 17, 8 p.m., cover TBA, 2102 S. Tacoma Way, Tacoma, 253.475.9843]