Blackbird Buvette serves up an inaugural springtime rock and roll bash on its tiny back porch. It’s pretty cramped, but it’s as close to a DIY basement show as you can get … while having drinks served. This show is a who’s-who of the best garage rockers still standing (no overdoses or wheelchairs). Drum legend Joe Bolt debuts The Blackout Disciples' dark and dirty rock sans evil posturing. Other Dirty Novels alums—Dandee Fleming and Brian Keith—and Demarcus Sumter (St. Petersburg), Billy Miles Brooke (Pan!c) and Ben Woods (Porter Draw) make up the group. Punk and roll outfit Get Action (formerly Riley Switch) features bad boy Bill Bunting (Ten Seconds to Liftoff), Scott Brown (Song Thing) and Ashley Floyd and Jeff Jones (both ex-Gracchi). Newcomers Hoverbourd tag themselves as surf-indie-dance-rock, and that works for me, especially with a horn thrown into the mix. Despite bountiful local talent, I’m most excited about Schwervon! from Shawnee, Kan., by way of New York City. Now in their 13th year, guitarist Major Matt Mason and drummer Nan Turner’s music ranges from sweet jangle-pop to ear-shattering racket. Keep a few bucks stashed in your wallet to score Schwervon! merch, including the brilliant, new Courage and '09’s sweet and lilting Low Blow. Blackbird Buvette • Wed May 15 • 10 pm • free • View on Alibi calendar
The classic date of yore? A cozy supper place featuring a floor show. This Friday Rebekkah Dreskin invites you to a similarly catered affair. Dine on platters from Panda Express (served at 6 pm) followed promptly by her quirky (“Love Is A Stolen Bowling Ball”) and playful (“Dim Sum In Albuquerque”) songs. Picture Jill Sobule moving between keyboards and a programmed synth beats while throwing down rhymes about hooking up with pretty boys and girls or aspiring to be like Liz Phair and Chrissie Hynde (“Girls With Guitarz”). Her latest, sunny self-release, Blame It On Rebekkah, sits in stark contrast to earlier CDs of piano-based love and loss in a low-key Tori Amos vein. But just because Dreskin’s a bit more lighthearted this time around doesn’t mean she’s not putting all of her singular self into the work. Ten bucks gets you dinner and a show while a fiver is good for admission only. Low Spirits • Rebekkah Dreskin CD release • Fri Mar 29 • 6 pm • $5-$10 • 21+ • lowspiritslive.com
The Saltine Ramblers can tear off hoedowns, but that’s not the proof of their mettle. On their latest album, a fine version of Blue Grass Boys’ upbeat “Southern Flavor” is propelled by David Ivey’s double-tracked fiddle and mandolin in the style of Chubby Wise and Bill Monroe. Cory Minefee’s muted electric guitar answers proficiently, suggestive of classic country / western pickers like Smitty Smith. A cover of Joe West’s heartrending “Human Cannonball” stands in low-key counterpoint. As music boundaries crumble, decidedly un-country instruments like tubas or congas are awkwardly shoehorned into Americana. But here, Dave Payne’s squeezebox slides in effortlessly. Kevin Strange’s vocals aren’t typical country-croon smooth but possess an appealing matter-of-fact quality. Saltine's original “Y” kicks off as an upbeat stomper but effortlessly de-escalates into a soulful memory of lost love. Come on out to the release party for the barn dance, and stick around for downtempo numbers with depth and delicacy that may surprise you. Low Spirits • Sat Nov 3 • 9 pm • $8 • View on Alibi calendar
Aimee Mann's story is familiar: ‘Til Tuesday’s “Voices Carry” was a new wave hit in '85. Years of limited critical success won vague recognition for the independently minded singer-songwriter until 1999, when her substantial Magnolia soundtrack was publicly embraced. In the intervening 14 years, her outstanding solo work found a narrow audience. She dropped off the radar when inept labels didn’t smell top-10 hits by a woman who wouldn’t play the pretty-girl-makes-records game. It’s not too late to witness Mann’s musical beauty, accomplished melodies riddled with biting lyrics attacking superficiality in all its forms. Spare me the hype that, at age 52, her work has come into its maturity. She's been delivering mature music for a couple decades now. Tickets for tonight's show go for between $25 and $42. tinyurl.com/manninthefeLensic Performing Arts Center, Santa Fe • 7:30 pm • $25-$42 • ALL-AGES! • lensic.com
For the last year, Kenta Henmi (Suicide Lanes, Teenage Werewolves, High Iron, The Scrams) has been in and out of hospital beds. Considering the decade and a half (and then some) of superior guitar rock Henmi has contributed to the New Mexico music scene, it’s our turn to repay the man. A last-minute benefit show at the Launchpad tonight will donate the proceeds to help defray their outlandish medical expenses. Find out more here.
Kate Mann celebrates her one-year repatriation to our state with a mini tour of northern New Mexico and southern Colorado. On the itinerary are cafés, coffeehouses, saloons and, um, a wellness and healing center, The Source (3538 Anderson Ave SE). That’s not as odd as it might sound. Mann has a strong spiritual side but she’s no stranger to cold cowboy hearts and lukewarm whiskey. Against a vivid Western setting of blistering sun, dangerous rivers and deadly snake bites (from reptiles or humans), her work is all about redemption, whether freely granted or hard-won—as long as it helps you through one more long night. Joining Mann from her old Portland, Ore. stomping grounds is friend Matt Meighan, a finger-picking, storytelling political poet with a message as upbeat as his voice is down low.
In-home velvet-couch rendition of “Darling, My Darling“
The Handsome Family is a local band. Of sorts. Based in Albuquerque, Brett and Rennie Sparks don’t often gig here, treating the hometown as another stop on tour, making you feel like your favorite band is passing through town again and you’d better get over to the show. With an Americana twang and morbid sense of humor, the duo are a macabre but lighthearted George Burns and Gracie Allen, their act honed sharp after years of working some gothic vaudeville circuit. Opening is the busking, raga-folk-rocking Fast Heart Mart, taking pointed jabs at a piggish society while gleefully waiting for Rome to fall. A $9 cover gets you a night of songs about insects, sad milkmen and lonesome death in the Wal-Mart parking lot.
Singer Liz McGrath garners comparisons to Debbie Harry for her sweet voice and fashion-model looks. Her stage ensembles resemble Harry's in the short-lived pre-Blondie band The Stilettos crossed with a razor-toting drum majorette. McGrath is also subject to misconceptions akin to those Harry suffered early on with Blondie, but make no mistake: Miss Derringer is a band, not the lead singer. From '60s girl group sounds to high-desert surf riffs, this L.A. outfit wears disparate influences on its Western shirt sleeves. There's more than enough here for the ear to rival what meets the eye. On the SXSW trail supporting acts like New York Doll Sylvain Sylvain and Reverend Horton Heat, Miss Derringer makes a stop at Warehouse 508 tonight, at the ungodly hour of 7 p.m. $5 at the door. All-ages.