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The Daily Word in heavy baby, Icelandic incest and yoga
Belen police chief: "It always raises a red flag for us when we see a sex offender trying to get into the girls bathroom."
Some APD officers make more than the mayor.
Have you seen this missing girl?
JFK mistress speaks out in book form.
15.5 pound baby born in China.
Mickey D's minty green Shamrock Shake goes nationwide.
R.I.P. Florence Green, the last WWI
Can porn be copyrighted?
A website in Iceland helps residents avoid accidental incest.
Maps of stereotypes.
Some yoga is dangerous, but it's mostly awesome, says some guy in his new book.
V.20 No.51 | 12/22/2011
NAACP Sues the City
A local chapter of the NAACP is suing the City of Albuquerque, charging that it treats African-American employees poorly. And Jewel Hall says the city is not backing the 22nd annual Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Multicultural Celebration next month.
V.20 No.47 | 11/24/2011
Eric Williams ericwphoto.com
The Frontier at 40
Sweet rolls, good memories
In four decades, no one has died at 2400 Central SE. This according to majordoughmo Larry Rainosek, who has greeted gut-growling crowds there since Day 1 back in 1971.
V.20 No.44 | 11/3/2011
I Like to Watch (Instantly): Circus of Horrors
Halloween Countdown Edition
Circus of Horrors (1960)
Directed by Sidney Hayers
Cast: Anton Diffring, Erika Remberg, Yvonne Monlaur, Donald Pleasence, Jane Hylton, Kenneth Griffith, Conrad Phillips, Jack Gwillim, Vanda Hudson, Colette Wilde, William Mervyn
Hawk-faced Anton Diffring (Fahrenheit 451, The Blue Max) excels as the cruel, oddly sympathetic and totally bonkers Dr. Schüler (or is it Rossiter?), mad doctor turned circus master, in this outrageous, non-supernatural, vibrantly technicolor horror film (from the producers of Michael Powell’s notorious Peeping Tom). The ridiculousness of the scenario (Schüler collects scarred criminals—mostly women—heals them and binds them to perpetual service in his circus) is made compelling by its twisted character studies, particularly the doctor’s toady-like accomplices (Kenneth Griffith and Jane Hylton) who seethe with mixed worship and revulsion for their master. Hurried exposition (especially at the beginning) and laughable animal costumery detract only slightly from psychodrama, blood and intrigue. Great actual circus performances and a genuine pop hit (“Look for a Star”) round out the lurid entertainment.
V.20 No.43 | 10/27/2011
I Like to Watch (Instantly): The Legend of Hell House
Halloween Countdown Edition
The Legend of Hell House (1973)
Directed by John Hough
Cast: Clive Revill, Gayle Hunnicutt, Peter Bowles, Roddy McDowall, Roland Culver, Pamela Franklin
My previous VHS viewing of this film did not include the pleasure of beholding the awesome wide-angle, widescreen frame composition employed throughout (and especially during the opening sequences). Creepy exterior shots of the fogbound house with datestamps presage each supernatural incident, creating both quickie verisimilitude and a rhythm of suspense. The general aura of competency and class—plus Delia Derbyshire/Brian Hodgson’s extra-delicious electronic score—makes Hell House an excellent Halloween A/V treat. (Well, aside from the overwrought ending.) I watched it twice.
V.20 No.42 | 10/20/2011
I Like to Watch (Instantly): Deathdream, a.k.a. Dead of Night
Halloween Countdown Edition
Directed by Bob Clark
Cast: John Marley, Lynn Carlin, Richard Backus, Henderson Forsythe
Director Bob Clark (himself now one of the undead) made a handful of notable indie horror films in the ’70s (not to mention an all-star Sherlock Holmes vs. Jack the Ripper flick) before hitting box office paydirt with Porky’s and A Christmas Story. Much of the credit for Deathdream’s effectiveness must go to screenwriter (and monster-makeup artist) Alan Ormsby for creating a queasy sense of doom, Richard Backus who rocks it as the deadpan, unwillingly-revived son, as well as actors John Marley and Lynn Carlin for convincingly transplanting their troubled-married-couple routine from John Cassavetes’ 1968 film Faces into this weird little horror movie. How long can a family stay together under these conditions? Answer: not long. The downer ending manages to be both sad and horrifying, the lesson of the Monkey’s Paw learned the hard way.
V.20 No.41 | 10/13/2011
I Like to Watch (Instantly): Daughters of Darkness
Halloween Countdown Edition
Daughters of Darkness (1971)
Directed by Harry Kümel
Cast: Delphine Seyrig, Andrea Rau, Danielle Ouimet, John Karlen, Fons Rademakers
The glorious, desolate backdrop of an off-season resort is almost a character in itself, swallowing up the machinations and psychodramas of the tiny cast of good-looking vampires and victims. Extra points also awarded for smashing ’70s fashions, slick editing, inspired location shooting (done entirely after dark or at dusk), letting the foreign actors dub their own lines, and a sinister-yet-groovy score from French soundtrack composer François de Roubaix. Unlike other lesbian vampire films from the same time period (cough Jess Franco cough), Daughters of Darkness is an intelligent, warped pleasure, equal parts art and exploitation film. The HD version on Netflix is terrific, the very definition of eye candy.
V.20 No.38 | 9/22/2011
African-Americans in New Mexico
This week, columnist Gene Grant called for African-Americans to speak up against injustices in New Mexico. In particular, he looked at the case of 16-year Journal photographer Adolphe Pierre-Louis, who spent 30 minutes cuffed on the side of I-40, though he committed no crime. Grant also pointed to the case of state trooper Dexter Brock, who was cuffed to a telephone pole by coworkers in 2000. Grant writes:
What happened to these two New Mexico brothers would not stand in many other states, and it should not stand here. It's time to put disapproval from African-Americans on the record for all to witness.
The piece reminded me of a brilliant essay we ran in 2007 called “Can I Touch Your Hair?” by Virginia Lovliere Hampton. It’s really one of the better discussions of race in our state that’s been published, and it’s one of my favorite articles that’s run in the paper. She writes about the positive aspects of living in New Mexico, as well as the downside of being in a region where African-Americans are a small percentage of the population.
One of those common experiences is having our hair “touched” if we have or wear our hair “nappy.” In Albuquerque—and, I hear, in Santa Fe, too—“nappy-headed” people of African descent are confronted regularly with having perfect strangers reach toward us to touch our hair or, worse, that of our young children—often without asking—like we’re dolls or other merchandise to be handled. It's unsettling, objectifying and rude, especially for those of us who, like me, are from the South, where, apparently, white folks are raised a little better.
I hear all the time that racism isn’t so prevalent in New Mexico—particularly against African-Americans. But it’s worth considering the insidious problems ignoring these issues can create.
Quest for the Sublime
Forty years of Bruce Lowney
A four-decade retrospective on display at Exhibit/208 shows Bruce Lowney’s range as a master of the tri-tone lithograph. Collected Works charts his evolution as a printer and visual poet, while making space for his equally impressive large-scale oil works.
Concerned Dads and Robot Jams
Now with 50 percent more tracks!
Happy Tuesday Report Station fans. These are more tracks that came off the phone’s voicemail, not the Alibi’s. Again, this means these people were called from the phone booth and are calling the number back.
(Don’t know what this is about? Click here.)
Hello, Hello? Hello!? Alternative Lifestyles and “Woooooo!”
Four little gems from our favorite social experiment. The angle with these recordings is that they were left on the phone’s own voicemail. This is a number that someone would have only after having been called from the phone. Check out the surreal storytelling in the last track. These guys are in deep.
What’s going on? Find out.
Blue Moon Serenade, The Way to the Future and Touching Yourself
Three micro-performances from our beloved art box phone:
Report Station recordings: happy birthdays, Alibi love and touching yourself
Here are three new ones from the Report Station’s early days:
Bullies Bash the Telephone Art Box
Quit it you hooligans!
When the idea of asking artists to create new distribution boxes for the Alibi first started getting kicked around the office, a lot of people had the opinion that the boxes would be immediately vandalized. As finished boxes started coming in, and many were more intricate and beautiful than we could have imagined, talk around the water cooler was that they were just begging to be destroyed.
I wanted to have faith in humanity. Several of us on the opposing team defended the faceless masses of Albuquerque, saying surely someone wouldn’t break or batter a piece of art. The imaginary perp would see how much care and effort went into it and have respect! Deep inside though, we knew it wasn’t whether, but when.
All of the creators knew their work would be outside and vulnerable to attack, and gamely strove to make public art to better our city anyway.
That doesn’t make it any more acceptable for some total idiot to smash it. Well Albuquerque, you managed to make it about three weeks. Good for you. In the past few days, the Report Station, which has been causing a lot of communication, and spreading a lot of joy and weirdness, was all smashed up. It’s looked worse each day too, as if one person, seeing that it was vandalized, had to follow suit, lemming-like.
The only way to combat this destruction, that we can see, is through creation. That’s why we will post new recordings from the Report Station every day for the next five days. Keep calling in, friends. Tell the Report Station your secrets, hopes and dreams. We need ammo against the enemies of beauty and decency.
Comedy Open Mic at Back Alley Draft House
See some live comedy at this open mic hosted by Drew Wayne.
Open Piano Night at Marcello’s Chophouse
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