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The Daily Word in smaller rocks, Holm's thumb, Brandenburg and hotdogs for bait
By August March [ Thu Aug 4 2016 11:00 AM ]
The city of Albuquerque replaced some landscaping in order to prevent its use in violent protests.
An official at ABQ Ride says bus ridership in the city has declined due to lower gasoline prices.
Holy Holm had surgery in Burque to fix a thumb she busted in Chicago.
The newspaper of the party for socialism and liberation writes that New Mexico, suffering from endemic poverty and violence, "is sick of capitalism."
Here's a BuzzFeed feature on Bernalillo County DA Kari Brandenburg. The article has caused some local controversy and Brandenburg says she was misquoted regarding her opinion of hizzonor Richard Berry.
This week's New Mexico fishing report says it's possible to catch catfish at Tingley Beach using hotdogs as bait. Oh, and Bluewater lake is full of Tiger Muskies.
Saranga U Nara
Wailing Through Downtown with a Groove
Saturday, Aug 6: Downtown Summerfest
By August March [ Thu Aug 4 2016 11:00 AM ]
Food and drink, a microbrew garden, an artisan market, kids' activities and live music with The Wailers headlining and many more local bands.
Jones Goes to College, Part One
By August March [ Wed Aug 3 2016 10:49 PM ]
Jones dug the hell out of that first semester at Coronado Hall. It was awesome, even if there always was some dude from Peñasco or Ojo Caliente passed out, drowning in his voluminous post-beer-bong vomit in the third floor head. The world was over for that rascal except for toilets and tile floors thought Jones as he hit the shower.
The Grateful Dead tapestry he put up on the window to shut out the light was, like, a total hit with his roommate and the fellows next door. And damn it all if the food wasn't a gazillion times better than at Allsup's.
With “Yow!” and “Yeah!” serving as enthusiastic interjections, the semester jetted out quick across the blue dome of the world. That spring, Charlie Jones made a grip of ceramic objects, read and decoded two situationist texts and learned how to tinkle out a couple of dances by Bartok.
Jones decided, as sure as eggs was eggs, he could never move home again. Living with the old man wasn't of any use, anyhow. That dude never seemed to get over his Afghan hound Duchess dying early. Twenty years had come and gone and it was still like living on the moon when Dad was around, all silent and dusty.
Reckoning the student ghetto was the way to go, Charlie began exhaustive research focused on finding a shack he could call his own. He did not have to extend himself too much into that realm mostly because he happened to run into his pal Donna in front of the student union.
It was just about May in those parts and Donna was gamboling about on the lawn with a lady friend who was dressed all in white. She was sporting a long skirt and sorta looked like Stevie Nicks, except for her hair. Her mop was as black as crow feathers and was blowing around in the springtime wind like it was trying to fly away into the clouds or something.
After a couple of obligatory hippie-hugs, Donna introduced Zelda and let it out the two of them had found an underground haven. It was a remodeled, carpeted, and suitably dark basement apartment they had found south of campus. The deal was they needed a third person to make the rent.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” Jones said as a storm came up and it started to rain like it used to do in Albuquerque before the environmental disaster of 2037.
The next morning, Jones got up early and hauled his sorry ass over to the student ghetto. It was early, with the light just coming over the new jungle of tired elms that framed the place. As Charlie approached the underground pad, a dude dressed like a steam-shovel operator came racing up the stairs with Zelda on his heels in a fashion that vaguely reminded Jones of the German retreat from Stalingrad.
Charlie stood there while the two of them began to argue and cajole, gesticulate and weave. After about five minutes of that, the guy in the industrial costume lumbered over to his El Camino and rolled away while April Wine blasted through the truck’s speakers. Zelda gritted her teeth and extended her right hand, all friendly, acting like nothing at all weird had just happened around there—or anywhere else earth—for that matter.
But Jones sensed she was unsettled about the whole thing. With Zelda standing out there in her bare feet, toeing at the dirt nervously and clad in an oversized wife-beater and sweatpants, he gravely intoned—drawing back a ways as they shook hands—“Tell you what, I'll start bringing my stuff over tomorrow.”
It poured water from the sky for the next two days and the lightning flashed and flashed. When the storm let up, when Charlie Jones finally got moved in, he still thought it was a sweet deal. There was a tiny kitchen at the top of the stairs and the rest of the place really was underground; all the walls were cool to the touch and hardly any light got in at all.
Donna was never home. Sometimes Jones played new wave music recordings in the big room in very back of the joint. Otherwise kept to himself and got up early every morning so as to dutifully haul his sorry ass to school.
He couldn’t tell whether Zelda worked or not. Every time he went by her room, the door was open with Fleetwood Mac songs floating through the air, incense wafting here and there and Zelda reclining languidly on her bed while leafing through books about food and flowers.
She'd usually glance at him wanly as he passed. He'd smile vaguely or give her the Vulcan hand salute. One or the other of them would tilt their head curiously before looking away.
After two months of that, a spot opened up at Harvard House, which was a broke down palace occupied by a collective of artists. Their pad was right down the street from a haunted house; a decent pizza joint was just a block away. That was an easy choice thought Jones as he handed over three Franklins to his new landlord.
Charlie split from the underground chanti just before the sun came up so he didn't have to make eye contact with Zelda. He didn't see her again until a big house party came around just after Thanksgiving. By then it was easy enough for both to pretend they were strangers.
That was the only pretense they chose to preserve as the two began making out on the couch. As their hands entwined, Zelda tried to remember the previous summer while Charlie attempted to recall what sorta tuneage the lady favored. Everyone else was out on the porch drinking tequila, eating pumpkin pie and watching a winter tempest come down from the mountains.
Vans Used to be for Skaters, Now They Just Mean You Like to Rock
Monday, Aug 1: 2016 Vans Warped Tour • Atreyu • Good Charlotte • pop punk • New Found Glory • rock • Mayday Parade • Motionless in White • metal • Waka Flocka Flame • rap
By August March [ Sat Jul 30 2016 10:00 AM ]
The touring alternative music stops in town.
The Daily Word in our high-tech legacy, Darren White and a dry river
By August March [ Thu Jul 28 2016 11:34 AM ]
Our city's high-tech legacy should be leveraged toward tourism and convention growth, say experts in the travel and airline industry.
Lockheed Martin has enlisted New Mexico Tech as a partner in its bid to assume management of Sandia National Laboratories.
DOJ Federal Monitor James Ginger will release his third report on APD reform efforts today.
Former Bernalillo County Sheriff and New Mexico Secretary of Public Safety Darren White says, "This year I can’t back the GOP," and has consequently endorsed his former boss, Gary Johnson, for POTUS.
High temperatures, sparse rainfall and the subsequent need for more water by farmers along the middle Rio Grande have resulted in a 17 mile section of the river running dry.
Trout fishing along the Pecos River can be enhanced by using simulators, bead-head prince nymphs or worms; meanwhile try angling at Isleta Lakes in the early morning while using garlic chicken liver or shrimp as bait.
Meanwhile, here's some local hip-hop about our fabulous Duke City!
Courtesy School of Rock
Hello, Saturday Night!
SOR All-Stars and Wavves are featured
By August March [ Sat Jul 23 2016 3:43 PM ]
Head on downtown to take advantage of the amazingly audacious variety of live music happening in clubs on Central between First Street and Sixth Street tonight!
The Co-Op (415 Central NW) presents a concert by students from the School of Rock. Albuquerque SOR operator Robert Montoya told Weekly Alibi this show features School of Rock students from all over the planet, saying, "There are seven different touring groups that are starting in different cities around the country. Team Five Touring Group had their dress rehearsal at the Co-Op on Friday and will play a full show along with our ABQ School of Rock House Band to kick off their tour! They play Denver and Red Rocks next, then Omaha, Neb. and DeKalb, Kansas before ending up at Lollapalooza in Chicago on July 28."
The SOR Tour kicks off at 6pm at the Co-Op, Tickets cost $10 online or at the door. All ages are welcome.
After you've caught a glimpse of the next generation, troop your rocked out form over to Launchpad (618 Central SW) to check out one of the premier, genre-defining bands of this age. In case you wanna know, they are called Wavves and they are from Califas. Totally worth it, totally talented and totally kings of the beach.
It will cost $17 to interact with this beachy slice of the California Republic and members of the public over the age of 13 are invited to do so. Doors are at 8pm; the gig's at 9pm.
The Daily Word in Late Breaking Trump-tastic Tedium
By August March [ Thu Jul 21 2016 9:29 PM ]
A transcript of the Donald's acceptance speech is available here at Politico.
NPR did some fact-checking regarding that epic oration.
Buzzfeed's calling it a dark vision.
Even Fortune Magazine is concerned.
It's big news in the land down under.
Meanwhile here's a cool video game with which to distract oneself.
And then, the mere ghost of a kindly suggestion.
Plus a song about American politics.
Courtesy of Bo Huang
Early Modernism and the Good Old Baroque
Sunday, Jul 17: Chatter Sunday: Joe Johnson and Ashley Vandiver
By August March [ Sat Jul 16 2016 10:00 AM ]
Featuring music by Bach.
An Odd Adventure (for an Otter)
Wednesday, Jun 1: Otter's Odd Adventure
By August March [ Mon May 30 2016 10:00 AM ]
World premiere performance of a new work for narrator and orchestra by the creator of "Too Much Coffee Man Opera."
Local Trump Protest Turns Violent
Republican candidate spoke at downtown rally
By August March [ Tue May 24 2016 10:41 PM ]
Global, national and local media outlets are reporting that daylong protests over presumptive Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump's appearance in Albuquerque have become violent.
The Guardian has obtained photos which appear to show local police forces using pepper spray against protesters.
The Santa Fe New Mexican writes that police and sheriff's deputies in riot gear were deployed when protesters stormed the entrance to the convention center in downtown Albuquerque.
The New York Times reports that protesters threw rocks at police horses outside the event.
In other news, here's a special rocanrol video to provide comfort in these troubled times.
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