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

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 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.

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.”

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.

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.