On Friday, Feb. 24, 2017 we're all going to head up to Santa for a gig that must not be missed and we'd like you to come along too!
Along with the fantastically funky and audaciously avant-garde folks over at Meow Wolf (1352 Rufina Circle, Santa Fe), Weekly Alibi is proud to present a concert featuring some of the best music this town—this state, this nation, this world, this universe for that matter—has to offer.
James Whiton, a master of the bass in all its forms, whether acoustic or electric, just released a new record entitled Perchance to Dream on Cinder Cone Media Worldwide. He'll perform his new work, the entirety of the album, that night.
And if that ain't enough to knock your head into a distant galaxy, then prepare yourself for Whiton's special guests, Burque's legendary Leeches of Lore, an outfit that knows no sonic boundaries.
Experts say this gig will blow your freaking mind.
As Whiton told Weekly Alibi, "This new record, I made it for my damn self. I wanted it to be beautiful and dark. I didn't want someone telling me I had to make it "poppier" or more accessible. I recorded with Howard Wulkan at the Lab, he's got an indie label called Cinder Cone Media, and he told me he wanted me to make the record I wanted to make.
It's a journey. It's about taking those dark and terrible parts of myself, the parts we all pretend don't exist, and making music out of them. The cover art reflects that aesthetic. My friend Norton Wisdom, a brilliant painter from LA, does a lot of live painting with bands and most of the art for this record comes from those performances.
The album uses a lot of classical compositional techniques; themes and motives come in and out as you progress through the songs. I used a lot of sound design between tracks, like those old Pink Floyd records I love so much. I think it helps the record tell the story, puts the listener right where I want them to be to experience the song.
It's instrumental music, so the listener is free to make their own assumptions, but I also wanted to set the scene a little bit. I use the sound design to let your ears know where I was coming from when I conceived of the piece."
Sounds, pretty cool, eh? Tickets for this 9pm, 21+ elusively genre-busting concert are only $10.
So be there or continue to portray yourself as L7, okay?
Chevelle, an indie band from the Midwest, portrays their hard sound—expressed with exasperated vocals, a muscular rhythms and chunky guitar riffs that repeatedly drift off into tangential melodies—as an artful thing, comparable to '90s peers like Tool. And they do sound like Tool—if their latest single "Door to Door Cannibals" is any indication—when that band was at its peak at the end of the last millennium. Whether this particular vernacular is still credible in a rocanrol world that is rapidly evolving away from rocanrol remains to be seen, yet Chevelle does provide solid affirmation that such beefy sounds are still commercially, if not aesthetically viable. Currently a familial unit comprised of brothers Pete and Sam Loeffler as well as their brother-in-law Dean Bernardini, Chevelle continues to use themes of darkness and domination to draw radio-friendly audiences worldwide. BurqueÃ±os can get a taste of their rockingly reserved rampage when the trio visit our town on Tuesday, Jan. 24. Black Map and Dinosaur Pile-Up open this 13+ show at the El Rey that costs between $25-$45. El Rey Theater • Tue Jan 24 • 7pm • View on Alibi calendar
On Saturday night the bell on my landline went off and damn it all if it weren't the Sailor, ringing me up to hear more about Duke Ellington and his way with the piano.
"Come on over, August," he breathed gruffly and grandly into the handset, "and show me again how those first 16 bars go, because I have an idea on how to fit a harmonica over that bit, plus which I believe I can lay a fine shuffle under that storm and so we will be on our way to being a fine jazz band, after all."
I'd already had a couple of drinks of Wild Turkey by that time though and told him I didn't fancy driving through the student ghetto just to lay down some clumsy riffs on his Yamaha electric, but he disagreed.
"Go on and walk over then, Mr. March and I will mix you up a creme soda with Jameson's in the bottom of the glass."
I could not resist and so spent the next 3 hours rambling through "East Saint Louis Toodle-oo" while the rest of the boys followed along blithely. My wife called about 10 and told me I better get on home if I wanted any spaghetti. "Who could resist that," I told the Sailor as I dropped my charts onto his desk, grabbed my cane and ambled toward the door. I flashed him the peace sign and said I'd see him Tuesday for practice.
That was the last time I saw the man folks here in Dirt City called by a nautical name.
I'd known him since I was a kid, and him being 20 years my senior did stop us becoming fast friends. He was part brother and part father; we hiked, smoked, drank, jammed and regaled each other with stories of where the other had been on the Earth.
He was the only man I knew that had seen more of the planet than me. I'd been on all the continents, excepting Antarctica; his tale of seeing the Ross Ice Shelf rise up on the horizon set my brain on fire and besides that we always had a laugh about the after-midnight goings on in Singapore, the lights of the north star and the aurora way up north or how it was impossible to understand the dialect of the Peruvian seamen who landed in Guayaquil looking for a good time.
When he broke his hip late last year, my wife and I sat with him at the hospital, brought him dinner from Los Cuates on the weekends and made sure his walker was ready to go when he was. The pain was bad he told us, but nothing like the time he got burned putting out a fire on an oiler outside of Osaka.
Just last week, we spent an afternoon listening to the Rolling Stones new album, a blues thing. And I complained that Charlie Watts was about an eighth note behind Keith Richards when it counted but he said to take it easy because we were all getting old.
On Tuesday morning the bell on my cell phone went off and god damn it to hell, it was the Sailor's neighbor who was weeping on the line when I answered and then told me the news.
"Mike got up early this morning and now he has died."
I went home early that day, staring into the sky as I drove. I sat at my piano and played until my hands hurt, thinking about the time the Sailor told me how Polaris was possibly the center of the universe—blinking timelessly, brightly while the rest of the sky rolled and spun chaotically around and around.
In a musical world filled with tribute and cover bands of all sorts—as well as a booming casino industry willing to host such simulacra—it was only a matter of time before legendary songstress Selena got the star treatment such verisimilitudes invoke and evoke among myth-craving, slot-machine-playing audiences. Enter Evelyn Molina y Los Chicos del 512, ostensibly the closest one can get in 2017 to a performance by the aforementioned Queen of Tejano music. Although Ms. Quintanilla-Pérez tragically passed away more than 20 years ago, her sound and style live on through Molina's project. Performing hits from the now mythic star's canon, including selections from Selena's 1992 breakthrough album Entre a Mi Mundo, Molina y Los Chicos are scheduled to perform at Isleta Resort and Casino on Saturday, Jan. 14, so prepare yourself for some Amor Prohibido. Tickets cost between $10-$20. Isleta Resort & Casino • Sat Jan 14 • 8pm • $10-$20 • 21+ • View on Alibi calendar
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Bill Jordan, the senior policy advisor at New Mexico Voices for Children, writes about our state's troubled economy in this commentary over at nmpolitics.net.
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Income inequality is worse in New Mexico than in 38 other states, reports the Taos News.
New Mexico's winningest high school football coach has resigned.
A woman stopped at the Columbus, New Mexico border crossing allegedly tried to smuggle methamphetamine into this country. The drugs were hidden in rubber tubing that was part of several "dreamcatchers" found in her possession.
This recent UNM grad is also the mayor of Magdelena, New Mexico!
Two Colorado hikers who were saved by rescue teams from Kirtland Air Force Base recently visited the Duke City to say thanks.
Duke City Fix Blogger Scot Key offers readers a year-in-review article that begins locally but also goes global.
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A team from the New Mexico Department of Environment has completed its inspection of the facilities at WIPP. The results of said inspection are pending.
Layoffs due to budgetary shortfalls at the NM treasurer's office mean an end to state-sponsored financial literacy classes.
Questa, New Mexico has gone eight days without running water. That's about to change, reports the Albuquerque Journal.
Public backlash over an artist's depiction of colonial New Mexico has resulted in the whiting out of a looming sword.
On Saturday, Dec. 17, UNM's football Lobos square off against the University of Texas at San Antonio Roadrunners in the Gildan Bowl. Named after a brand of men's underwear, the game will take place at University Stadium in Albuquerque.
Albuquerque's National Museum of Nuclear Science & History is planning a series of winter day camps aimed at educating and entertaining holiday-break-bound local children.
Over at Duke City Fix, blogger Scot Key writes about the history of road construction in Albuquerque.
Meanwhile over at the Daily Lobo, Skylar Griego examines one student's experience at UNM's Department of Music.
Apparently, some pretty big rainbow trout reside in the Bob Gerding Catch and Release Pond at Tingley Beach.