Weekly Alibi
 Sep 1 - 7, 2005 
Global Reducer
On Sept. 6, Globalquerque debuts at the National Hispanic Cultural Center, filling the center's three performance spaces with 13 musical groups from as far south as Argentina and as far west as Africa.
NEWS/OPINION
MUSIC
Music Magnified
The new CD from Black Tie might not appeal to pop fans, but it should capture the hearts of musicians and all who appreciate indie experimentation. Catch 'em live this week at Atomic Cantina.
FOOD
Food Events
This city wrapped up its Tricentennial celebration of cuisine and agriculture with "A Taste of Albuquerque" at the Albuquerque Convention Center, where the real stars of the evening were hard at work, preparing gourmet meals on a tight schedule for the "TVI Culinary Challenge."
FILM & TV
Junebug
As a quiet, observational look at the minuscule moments that go into deciding what, in life, is truly important to us flawed humans, Junebug is a sweet and sour treat.
FEATURE
ARTS/LIT
Gallery Review: God is Almost Dead
One of the coolest Tricentennial events around town is a trio of large-scale exhibits at the Albuquerque Museum exploring the history of Spanish art over the last several hundred years. The latest installment, Prelude to Spanish Modernism: Fortuny to Picasso, covers the international development of Spanish art from 1860 through 1910 and proves that learning really can be fun.

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Alibi Picks

Prep Your Mountaintops

For many the lo-fi, folk-rock “movement” of the late-'90s begins and ends with Neutral Milk Hotel. Originally formed in Ruston, La. by singer/guitarist Jeff Mangum as a recording project, it wasn’t until the 1996 release of On Avery Island that Neutral Milk Hotel became a full-fledged band. The budding foursome relocated to New York, where they would finish their short-lived career with an exhaustive tour for sophomore release In the Aeroplane Over the Sea way back in 1998. Think Sebadoh-meets-Guided by Voices. Critically acclaimed yet largely ignored by the mainstream record-buying public, the album eventually became something of a legend in its own time.

Fast-forward 16 years, and NMH has become the progenitor of such roundly lauded bands as Arcade Fire, Bon Iver and Franz Ferdinand, and their music has been covered by Brand New, The Dresden Dolls and The Mountain Goats. After a lengthy hiatus, Neutral Milk Hotel has finally reunited to embark on a reunion tour featuring the lineup from their seminal release, In the Aeroplane. This show is for old and new fans alike—yes, even indie-folk has made a strong comeback in recent years—and In the Aeroplane is, for many, still the defining release of the genre’s first wave, seamlessly blending folk, rock, psychedelic and shoegaze into one succinct package. Neutral Milk Hotel's all-ages concert at Kiva Auditorium (401 Second Street NW) tomorrow night is a must-see. The show happens at 7:30pm; tickets start at $36, and lo-fi indie-pop group Elf Power opens. Kiva Auditorium, Albuquerque Convention Center • Thu Apr 17 • 7:30pm • $36-$51 • ALL-AGES! • View on Alibi calendar

news

The Daily Word in eyeball licking, Police Oversight Commission resignations and Captain Underpants

The Daily Word

It's Wednesday April 16

and three of Albuquerque's six member Police Oversight Commission have resigned, saying that they have no real power to do their jobs, that the City Attorney's Office has undermined them at every turn, and that the Commission is a 'mockery' in terms of oversight,

cleanup crews are moving toward the contaminated section of WIPP, very, very slowly,

and Governor Susana Martinez is being compared to Sarah Palin and eyed for a presidential run.

Meanwhile, a ferry boat sank off the cost of South Korea, possibly killing hundreds,

children are struggling to understand the unfathomable mystery of the Sony Walkman,

parents are complaining to libraries about the use of words like "pee-pee" and "Dr. Diaper" in the Captain Underpants book series,

and a man was arrested after licking a cop's eyeball outside of a bar called "Pisser's Palace."

Have a great day!

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"I Saw You" on the Central Ave. Median

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I was behind you in the checkout at Smiths on 4th on 4/14, 6pm

I was behind you in the checkout lane at Smith's on 4th Street. You looked up as I began to put my groceries onto the belt, you stopped for a minute, we looked at one another and smiled. Our eyes met several more times. I wished that you would talk to me. You finished checking out. When I came out of the store I saw you again putting your groceries into your white truck. We smiled again. I put my groceries into my silver Honda. We met at the basket return. I wished you had asked for my number.

MY BAD: I'LL BE MORE ATTENTIVE NEXT TIME

YES, It is MY BAD in that the fender of my classic Nash Metropolitan grazed you, however so slightly, while YOU appeared out of nowhere from the median of Central Avenue, sporting a cardboard placard emblazoned with "NO MORE EATING OF GUINEA PIGS BY SOUTH AMERICANS." Not hip to the current causes of rectifying injustices, and stalled at the next red light, I offered you a donation of five bucks toward your endeavors. YOU graciously declined the offer and said, "Shove it up your ass, dickweed.”

Very Sweet

You work at the Coop here on campus. You used to have longer hair than you do now (which btw works either way). Usually when I see you, I get super nervous. I wish I knew what to say. I don't think I'd ever have a chance but I'd just like to let you know, you are very handsome and seeing you when I do, is very nice.

Sincerely,

Not a creeper.

"Your Smell Made Me Well"

Whenever I see you, my mind flashes on a flood of memories: Mooshie saying I'd make a great Daddy; the sweetness of your mouth after our marathon kissing sessions; the silky-softness of your skin; waking to your golden hair in the morning sun; the oniony scent of your underarms; the slightly musky scent from under your perfect breasts; the yeasty scent from between your alabaster thighs; the hammy scent from between your marvelous buttocks. Without you I survive, I don't live. Come back.

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