In 2009, banjo czar Wayne Shrubsall funneled much of his vast store of knowledge into a concert at Albuquerque's Covenant Church called The Really Big Banjo Show. It sold out to a standing-room-only crowd. Many people got turned away. A new incarnation, Dr. Wayne Shrubsall’s Really Bigger Banjo Show, happens this Friday night at the South Broadway Cultural Center. Shrubsall emphasizes that this is a different, expanded show. “Trust me,” he says with a smile. “This really is bigger.”
Big Easy pianist/composer off-kilter and on target
By Mel Minter
You never know where pianist Tom McDermott will go haring off to next. That’s because he often hasn’t a clue, either. A daring and inventive improviser, he’s more than willing to go striding (or ragging or rumba-ing or tango-ing) through doors that lead who-knows-where. In the middle of a Scott Joplin piece, he might find an opening that leads straight to James Booker and start mixing the rag’s more straitlaced syncopation with the saucy funk of New Orleans R & B.
Using pointillism and evil typeface, the artist’s handiwork indicates a show on Saturday, June 25, at the Small Engine Gallery (1413 Fourth Street SW). Metally bands Gnossurrus and Leeches of Lore (along with an opening acoustic performance Dan Gottwald, who will be playing handmade instruments) begin all-ages festivities at 9 p.m. (Jessica Cassyle Carr)
Now, on the other hand—and as opposed to your parent's music which you claim to have no knowledge of whatsoever—you probably have heard of the Descendents. The quartet from the beautiful yet threatening beach is ripping it up at Sunshine Theater on Friday, Nov. 16 at 8pm. The band claims rights to a lineage of punk rock from the OC and surrounding area that pretty much branched off from hardcore units in the early '90s to produce a more pop-flavored, personally emotional form of the genre. Their brand of music heavily influenced monstrosities like Jimmy Eat World and Blink-182 as well as perhaps birthing the ultimate in abysmal entities, a thing we'll call emo for the sake of convenience. But before they did profound damage to millions of Californios and as-of-then unborn potential rockers, they did produce some pretty epic songs. Besides that, their front man, Milo Auckerman and his compadres, Bill Stevenson, Karl Alvarez and Stephen Egerton are probably responsible for thousands of totally sick skateboarding injuries over the years due to turned out tuneage like “Myage,” “I'm Not a Loser,” “Cameage,” “Uranus” and my all time favorite, “Clean Sheets.” Just 27 bones gets you in to this 13+ gig. Fuck it dude, life's a risk.