Music


V.26 No.12 | 03/23/2017

Music Review

Ellis Paul - Preview

Ellis Paul Returns

Music Preview: Ellis Paul
V.26 No.12 | 3/23/2017
Delphia
courtesy of the artist

Music Interview

Delphia is Here, Now

The eternal return as reincarnation

Delphia chats with August March about music and marching forward.
V.26 No.11 | 3/16/2017
Cali Shaw
Courtesy of the artist

Aural Fixation

Cali Shaw and KC

Local singer-songwriter folks out

Alibi folk music correspondent Doug Cohen catches up with Cali Shaw.
V.26 No.9 | 3/2/2017
James Mercer of The Shins
Nikki Fenix

Music Interview

The New Slang is Still Rocanrol

In an interstellar burst Shins are back to save the universe

August March discusses pop reality with Shins’ frontman James Mercer.
V.26 No.7 | 02/16/2017

Event Horizon

Party Like it's the End of the World

Friday, Feb 24: Aliento: Carnaval 2017

[ Thu Feb 23 2017 12:00 PM ]
The musical group PANdemonium takes participants on a journey through the Carnaval traditions of Cuba, Trinidad, Brazil and New Orleans.
V.26 No.8 | 2/23/2017
Dillon Cullinan
Courtesy of the Artist

Aural Fixation

Portrait of the Artist

Cullinan as a Young Rocker

Dillon Cullinan hates the name of his band. Luckily, no matter what he calls his sonic project, the music totally fucking rocks.
V.26 No.6 | 02/09/2017
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Event Horizon

Even Bubbe Will Shake It

Friday, Feb 17: Fifteenth Annual KlezmerQuerque Festival

Enjoy dance and instrumental music rooted in traditional wedding ceremonies of the Eastern European Jewish people.
V.26 No.7 | 2/16/2017
James Whiton
Michael Weintrob

Music Interview

The Spirit of Whiton

Bassist returns to roots and kicks ass

James Whiton (ex-Eric McFadden Trio and Apricot Jam) on systematic beauty, ostinato and making modern music.
V.26 No.6 | 2/9/2017

Sonic Reducer

Sunlight Life is Good · Dad & Steve Solid State · Lone Piñon Dias Felices: String Music of America's Southwest and Mexico's North

Alibi record reviewer Geoffrey Plant gets all local on us, discussing new recordings by Sunlight, Dad & Steve as well as Lone Piñon.
V.26 No.5 | 02/02/2017
African Drumming
Mary Teresa Herrera

Event Horizon

The Beat of Time

Saturday, Feb 4: A Journey Through Black Music

Performances from WaMba African Drummers, Shiloh Missionary Baptist Church Inspirational Choir, dancer Trey "Vision" Pickett and vocalists Tracey Whitney, Zenobia Conkerite and Raven Rutherford.

Music

James Whiton and the Leeches of Lore!

Collaborative effort will be mind-blowing, say music experts

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.

There're available here.

So be there or continue to portray yourself as L7, okay?

V.26 No.4 | 1/26/2017
The Ground Beneath
Wes Naman

Music Interview

Above the Ground Beneath

Civerolo revisions metal now, for the future

It’s all about The Ground Beneath, according to local metal maven Steve Civerolo.

Sonic Reducer

Run the Jewels Run the Jewels 3

The unlikely pairing of Definitive Jux mogul El-P and Atlanta-based rapper Killer Mike is possibly the greatest thing to happen to hardcore hip-hop in the 21st century.
V.26 No.3 | 01/19/2017
Rip and Shawna Perform
Evil Elvis Photography

events

Kinky Curiosities Party February 13th!

Rip Williams & Shawna Cory, Mistress Lexianna

Our too-hot-for-print 2017 Sex Survey results are in, and all will be revealed at Alibi Fetish Events: Kinky Curiosities party at Sister on February 13. Here's the first tease of what's to come!

It is our pleasure to welcome back the dynamic duo, Rip Williams and Shawna Cory! They brought a compelling energy that spellbound the denizens of the Fetish Formal, and we're delighted to have them back to perform a suspension performance at Kinky Curiosities.
Rip Williams is the long-time host of Guerrilla Photo Group (GPG), a frequent winner of the Best of Burque Best Arts Event and a group designed to hone the skills of photographers, models, art directors and more in a collaborative, nurturing environment. Recently, GPG partnered with Cabaret Audacity to help train photographers to shoot performances at the Vaudeville Open Mic every third Wednesday at Sidewinders Cabaret Theater.
A photographer in his own right, Williams has won Best of Burque's Best Photographer category more times than this writer wanted to go back and research. In addition to his work developing the visual chroniclers of the next generation, he also hosts two get-togethers per month at his Downtown studio for people who are interested in the art of rope bondage.
Shawna serves as the art director for GPG, curating (along with her team) their quarterly art shows. Shawna is also an accomplished photographer, and I had the pleasure of meeting her when we were both working with the Bella Donna Burlesque Review.
Rip, Shawna and their team will be weaving their magic on the main stage at Kinky Curiosities, headlining the demo portion of our evening.

Mistress Lexianna brought style, class and delicious sadism to the Dungeon of Visual Delights at the Fetish Formal, and we are delighted to bring her and her cadre of favored playmates to our team at Kinky Curiosities. Do you need further introduction? Let us encourage you to ask very politely.

There's more: Advance tickets are available at the Alibi Bucks site, and if we sell out they won't be available at the door. We're going to give you the best Monday night of your year. Don't miss out.

The Sailor

Music

Sail on, Sail on, Sailor

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.