Music to Your Ears
Essential Shows--No excuses. Get off the Lazy Boy and go hear some music.
On a Mission with Wynton
Wynton Marsalis Quintet members share the road and the music
Soon after being hired by jazz trumpeter Wynton Marsalis, saxophonist Walter Blanding, a green kid at the time, got a glimpse into the bandleader’s heart.
Flyer on the Wall
Undo years of therapy this Saturday, Nov. 4, at The Compound (3206 San Mateo NE) with a masochistic megadose of progressive death metal. You'll be introduced to Albuquerque's Last House on the Left in all their machine-gun drum-, gremlin-burp-glory, as they release their debut album, The Road Leads to Nowhere. They'll be joined by all their creepy friends; Last Fifteen, Code of the Zodiac, HATEengine and Torture Victim. Doors open at 7 p.m., cover is $5. (LM)
The Velvet Teen is big in Japan and, perhaps soon, Albuquerque as well
Ranking among the best indie rock records of recent memory is one you may never hear, by a band that remains mostly unknown. Santa Rosa, Calif.,-based group The Velvet Teen released Cum Laude a few months ago, though it barely made a blip on the radar. The reviews have been favorable but few. Nevertheless, the album is a staggeringly ambitious effort.
Pigeon John ... Is a Little Crazy
Emcee keeps it fresh—and weird
Pigeon John's favorite character on "The Office" is Michael Scott. He even thinks he's a little bit like him. "He's just a weird boss guy who's trying to be cool and friendly with everyone, but he can't fit in because he's freaking weird," Pigeon John says. "He cries when he's alone."
Pigeon John Uncut!
How are you doing?
Goody woody how are you?
Why's your name Pigeon John and not Canary Mike or something?
Canary Mike is a little too out there. Pigeon John is right in the middle, nice and cozy.
Your real name is Michael Scott?
No! My real name is John. Michael Scott is my hero.
Some people call it garage rock, I'm gonna call these tunes "bar bangers," by which I mean the kind of up-tempo, ’60s-throwback songs that probably sound best coming out of crappy equipment at your favorite neighborhood watering hole. From rural Denmark, the guys in The Blue Van could probably yank a willing patron off her bar stool and at least get her head bobbing. Everything on this disc is well-constructed. Anthem-y choruses help it go down easy. Still, if you're done with the garage revival (the one that made The White Stripes famous) and waiting for the genre to dilate again, Dear Independence could grow tiresome.