I've just been told that the deadline for the Alibi's second annual photo contest has been pushed back a few weeks. We're now accepting entries up 'til Wednesday, March 30, at 5 p.m. with the winning entries and a few additional worthy photos to be reproduced in our April 14 issue.
A Fine Mess
Natural Painting at [AC]2
Mike Certo, the owner of [AC]2, advised me to wear old, beaten-up shoes. "The paint might not be dry," he said ominously, "and it's pretty much impossible not to step in it." Thankfully, all my shoes are old and beaten-up, so this wouldn't be a problem.
South Broadway Cultural Center
Highway 47 cuts through the center of Tomé, a tiny community just south of Albuquerque that was first settled over 300 years ago. Thirty years ago, the village was torn apart by a feud over land rights, and it's this feud that serves as the foundation of K.J. Sanchez' new play. Produced by Working Classroom, the world premiere of Highway 47 occurs this Friday evening, March 11, with a gala performance at the South Broadway Cultural Center (1025 Broadway SE). The show runs Fridays at 10 a.m. and 8 p.m., Saturdays at 8 p.m. and Sundays at 2 p.m. through March 20. $10 general, $5 students/seniors. Group rates available. 242-9267.
Música Antigua de Albuquerque
St. Michael and All Angels Episcopal
The French are good with cheese. They're good with wine. They're even good with tiny chickens. They've also had a historic talent for composing music, a talent that sadly often goes unnoticed. Música Antigua de Albuquerque delivers a concert of early French music from the Middle Ages and the Renaissance this Sunday, March 13, at 4:30 p.m. at St. Michael and All Angels Episcopal (601 Montaño NW). This talented ensemble specializes in playing early music on period instruments, and this should be a fine show of rarely heard pieces. $15 general, $12 seniors, $8 students. 842-9613.
Fathers and Sons
Wrong About Japan
Charley Carey may not see it this way, but he is lucky to have an old man like his dad. After all, the typical father/son powwow involves standing over your pop while he fiddles with a broken appliance, or a nice crisp fall day and a football whizzing at your head.
The term fantasy art might call to mind a buxom, fur-thonged damsel clinging to one muscular thigh of a sword-wielding barbarian who grimaces at an assortment of menacing beasties. While that—cough!—subtly Freudian staple continues to be replicated ad nauseum, there is little of it in the annual art collection, Spectrum, which Kevin, at Addicted to Comics (2935 Monte Vista NE, 255-3234), directed me to.