Talk about a powerful resistance to shame ... Folks, here's further proof that America is becoming a parody of itself. The Republican National Committee parked an 18-wheeler, named Reggie the Rig, in front of MTV's Times Square office last month in an attempt to win over the youth vote. Once it was safely parked, Reggie "morphed into a soundstage and pumped out hip-hop hits," according to a mind-numbing report appearing on Salon.com last week entitled, “GOP playa hatas.”
The 800-pound gorilla—another vote on the Paseo del Norte road extension—failed to materialize at the April 19 council meeting. Putting the bill on the evening's agenda would have required a 6-3 majority, and Council President Michael Cadigan did not attempt it.
Dateline: Germany—Judges in the Bonn regional court rejected a woman's claim that candy-making conglomerate Haribo failed to warn her about the dangers of consuming mass quantities of licorice. Margit Kieske, 48, ate a full pound of licorice every day for four months and said it gave her heart problems. The Berlin woman was seeking $7,200 in damages. For flavor, licorice contains glyycyrrhizin, a powerful compound derived from licorice root. Any product containing more than 0.2 percent of glycyrrhizin must be labeled accordingly. The Haribo licorice contained less than that amount. Therefore, presiding Judge Paul-Hermann Wagner determined that there was no error in labeling the product. The licorice-addicted Kieske's claim was rejected.
Spanish Cinema—El Gallo de Oro, Roberto Gavaldón's 1964 drama, is considered a hallmark of Mexican cinema. This romantic story steeped in Mexican tradition has two men—one rich, one poor—competing for the affections of one señorita. The National Hispanic Cultural Center will be screening it this Thursday night, April 29, at 6:30 p.m. as part of the NHCC Spanish Film series. Admission is free. The film will show in NHCC's Wells Fargo Auditorium, located at 1701 Fourth Street NW. The film is in Spanish with English subtitles.
Throughout Los Angeles, Rodney Bingenheimer is known simply as “Rodney on the Roq.” Since 1976, he has been a disc jockey for Los Angeles' influential KROQ radio station, introducing bands from Blondie and The Sex Pistols to No Doubt and The Strokes to American audiences (usually before their big label debuts). Rodney's music industry credentials go back even further, having founded Rodney Bingenheimer's English Disco (the East Coast playground for David Bowie, Iggy Pop, T. Rex and Led Zeppelin) back in the early '70s. Before that, Bingenheimer palled around with everyone from Linda Ronstadt to The Beach Boys to Sonny & Cher to Elvis to The Monkees. So why have you never heard of Rodney Bingenheimer? That's one of many questions voiced by director George Hickenlooper's compelling new documentary, Mayor of the Sunset Strip.
Alibi Spring Crawl 2004, our 10th in the Crawl series that began with the inaugural Fall Crawl back in 1999, is another one for the history books. And, like its predecessors, it provided live music and fun to nearly 10,000 folks eager for Albuquerque's largest, most diverse music festival. Of course, there were still a few lowlights among the many highlights, so let's begin with them, shall we? ... A big ol' Alibi “Bad for you, Albuquerque” goes to two bands I happen to like: Rage Against Martin Sheen and Unit 7 Drain. Out of roughly 95 local bands and solo artists appearing at this year's Spring Crawl, Rage and Unit were the only ones to whine like babies about their assigned set times and/or venues. Apparently, they forgot to take into account that scheduling the bands at each Crawl is a friggin' nightmare, and bands get slotted according to venue requests. Suck it up or give your slot to a band that will appreciate being a part of these events we work extra hard (not to mention extra hours) to produce (you guys are welcome to write letters to the editor, by the way). ... Our first attempt at including a handful of national acts would have been a resounding success had the Romantics' tour manager not behaved like a prima donna asshole. Oh, well. The band members were very cool and very happy to have been a part of Alibi Spring Crawl 2004. ... Now for the good: Hit By a Bus on the Third Street Outdoor Stage, followed by simple., who were introduced to a befuddled crowd by Seann William Scott (a.k.a. Stiffler), Wagogo on the Fifth Street Outdoor Stage, the entire line-up at both the District Bar and Grill and La Posada Hotel, The Romantics on the Fifth Street Outdoor Stage and the untouched deli tray they left that'll feed me for a week. APD finding our lost golf cart after it had been driven to an apartment complex on Carlisle. Sleeping like a baby for a few hours on my office floor after the event. ... More next week.
There was little doubt that Atomic Cantina (315 Gold, 242-2200) would survive its first year, but who knew the club would end up being as successful as it has? With great live entertainment, delicious food and an "everybody knows your name" atmosphere, Atomic has flourished and become the favorite hang-out of many locals. Celebrate the bar and restaurant's one-year anniversary on Wednesday, May 5, with a star-studded line-up of bands including Ready Samsara, Dead on Point 5, Rebilt, The Mindy Set, Romeo Goes to Hell, Oktober People, Scenester, The Dirty Novels, The Foxx and The Building Press. The fun starts at 8 p.m., so head down early and raise a glass to one of Albuquerque's most explosive bars. Show is free ...
Being about as far from a modern expert as any human being could possibly get, it's rare that I write about forms of entertainment other than the kind that's performed using musical instruments. But the Santa Fe Art Institute's upcoming installation, The Domino Effect: natural influence over technology seems so potentially groundbreaking—and with enough of a musical component to ease my fear of writing about largely uncharted artistic territory—that I just can't resist making a go of it.
From a creative standpoint, art doesn't get more mind-bending than that which is to be included in The Domino Effect, a multimedia smorgasbord of technologically enhanced and advanced artwork that knows no bounds. For what we might perceive to be the outer limits of the coalescence of technologic advance and the human desire to create in a hands-on sense will likely be last week's news at an increasingly rapid pace.
Saturday, May 1; Burt's Tiki Lounge (21 and over, 9 p.m.): Something special happens when bands fuse two seemingly nonrelated styles of music. Not only does it create a new direction in which music can head, but it also makes you stop and realize that some people are still thinking outside the box, and that's kind of comforting.
If it seems hard to believe that it's already been a year since Steve White's last Yardfest, that's because it hasn't. Although White's beloved front-yard celebration of all things folksy is usually held in early September, he pushed it forward this year to Saturday, May 1, to accommodate a trip he plans to make in September to another folk festival in Georgia.
Don't do drugs, kids. They make you do terrible, terrible things. Among other horrors, sometimes people who use marijuana tragically lose their ability to make appropriate food choices. You may encounter potheads at 7-Eleven, making dangerous concoctions at the Slurpee machine and woefully non-nutritious selections in the candy aisle. Grass abusers often claim to have created new "snacktime paradigms" while under the influence but don't let them peer-pressure you into trying a chicharron and jalapeño Jelly Belly pie. One stoner I know arranges a single layer of M&M's on a paper plate and microwaves them for exactly 41 seconds. The result, he claims, is crispy-shelled candies with semi-molten interiors that taste like "midget shots of Swiss Miss [hot cocoa]." The paper plate is left with a pattern of candy shell residue that he says looks like a cross between the work of Jackson Pollack and Monet. He also insists upon a sort of supernatural synergy between chilled Grey Goose Vodka and Junior Mints. It's too bad his "alternative lifestyle" led him away from his true calling—as a chef, of course! Tsk, tsk.
Visitors to the main post office at Broadway Boulevard and Mountain Road would do their tummies well to drop by Andrea's Tamale Hut for a quick nibble. The bright yellow, doughnut-shaped portable building is thankfully hard to miss. Just park in the adjacent gravel lot and amble up to the window. The posted menu is brief; tamales are sold for a buck a piece and by the dozen. In the morning, Andrea's has breakfast burritos and in the afternoon, carne adovada at three bucks each. Order one of those adovada burritos and the sweet, kind lady in the Hut (I forgot to ask if her name was Andrea) heats up each tortilla on a portable burner before filling it with scoops of chile-braised pork and potatoes. The surprisingly moist tamales are filled with savory red chile and pork. Order the "boat" and your tamale will come smothered in red chile.