Spring Crawl is set for Saturday, April 28, this year. That's three and a half months from now, but I started getting calls from bands asking how they can get on the bill back in October. So, while I truly admire your forethought and tenacity, for the millionth time, don't send me or anyone at the Alibi your demo. Here's Crawl coordinator Joe Anderson on what really works:
Imagine a metal band at a house party. On ripped-up sofas, overturned chairs, and a floor littered with empty cans and bottles, a crowd moshes wildly as the band trashes its way through the set. A glass vase falls from the shelf, shattering on the tile floor and bringing the party to a halt. The moshers disappear, the sofas are repaired, the cans and bottles are (mostly) gone, but the band remains.
Who is manning the woodblock on 13 Blackbirds? I can get next to soupy folk ambience, super-blended vocals, even a mellow pace. But there is some woodblock-sounding thing (Or alternately, some other awkward percussion instrument. Is that a triangle?) plinking away in the foreground of a bunch of tracks. I zero in. I tap along. I jam ... with the woodblock. All the careful atmosphere falls away, and it's time for "The Woodblock Hour" with Woody and his Syncopated Block Boys. 13 Lotus, a second disc that remixes a song titled “Lotus,” replaces the woodblock with decent electronic work that provides a nice, unexpected contrast to the folksiness of it all.
In the '90s there was a rumor that movie star and stand up comedian Sinbad bought an entire windbreaker factory just to appease his signature look. It was also rumored that he could stand in gale force winds without even feeling a breeze. These days, you're less likely to spot him sporting his classic look, but it just goes to show that you don't need a pair of genie pants to be the funniest person in the room. See the legend this Friday, March 22, at Isleta Resort and Casino, and get a powerful dose of comedy pumped straight into your face. The 21 and up show starts at 8pm. Tickets start at $20.
Queensrÿche and Fates Warning are widely considered titans of the progressive rock world. As part of a metal monarchy, both bands are known for the intricate musical tapestries they weave with odd time signatures, multi-octave ranges and concept albums featuring complex lyrical themes. You can ride this heavy comet at the Historic El Rey Theater this Saturday night, March 23, when 'Rÿche and Fates hold court. The doors open at 7pm, show at 8. Tickets are $25 in advance. This is an all-ages show. Bring the heirs of your empire for a history lesson about a time when Vikings ruled the world and metal was melodic.
The Whiskey Sister Present Flora, Fauna and F*ckery • Mayo Lua de Frenchie • Di' Lovely • Delta Rae Dixon • burlesque, comedy, variety
By Mayo Lua de Frenchie
The Whiskey Sisters are back for their quarterly show for spring, bringing more newcomers to Albuquerque and to the Sister stage. In their 50/50 burlesque and variety show, the only Sunday show of the year on March 24 brings headliner Di'Lovely of San Diego, who has competed for the prestigious title of Reigning Queen of Burlesque multiple times at the Burlesque Hall of Fame in Las Vegas. Appearing in Albuquerque for the first time is classic burlesquer and featured performer, Delta Rae Dixon from Salt Lake City. Flora, Fauna and F*ckery also brings the magic of Bryan Lambe, the comedy and b-boy stylings of Zach Abeyta, vocal talents of Judith Mondragon, drag from Tomahawk Martini and all the A-list local burlesque you can drool over. Host Jessica Stone DeLorean takes you on a wild and colorful ride with doors at 7pm, the show at 8 and a cost of $12 for a 21 and over crowd. Go forth and enjoy the f*ckery.
Ameripolitan—or juke joint-swing as the genre is known by some Tejanos—advocate extraordinaire Wayne Hancock descends loudly and lovingly onto the stage at Inside Out on Tuesday, March 26. Wayne “The Train” Hancock has been startling audiences, beating up boots and brandishing a guitar since he was a young one; his affinity for finding, deconstructing and then delivering honestly raw and rambunctious roots music is without equal in the land of hillbilly-backed, Grand Ole Opry-certified swinging sounds. As the artist himself puts it, “Man, I'm like a stab wound in the fabric of country music in Nashville. See that bloodstain slowly spreading? That's me.” Entrance to this rodeo-like environment of sights and sounds will run typical 21+ listeners $12 in advance and $15 at the door; the curtain rises on America's representative at 9pm. It'll be better than season one of “Hee-Haw!”