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The Soul of Maxwell
Hear some neo-soul from one of its most notable progenitors at Legends Theater.
Starry Night of Jazz Greats
Jazz players Pat Malone Quartet and the Arnaldo Acosta Quintet share some tuneage at the Albuquerque Museum.
The Daily Word in cruel hierarchies, BrBa autopsy and sentinel wells
Our mayor is doing something about chronic poverty and homelessness.
Regular safety inspections at WIPP went undone because the agency in charge of those sorts of issues didn’t know if it had the authority to inspect a Department of Energy site.
The local board of education wants to meet in closed session about superintendent Winston Brooks but they keep postponing the matter.
In the cruel hierarchy of college football, UNM walk-on and Roswell native David Anaya gets a break.
In the southeast part of town, a "smiling man" was accused of automobile theft.
Starting today, scientists will begin drilling “sentinel" wells in the Trumbull Village neighborhood near Kirtland Air Force Base.
Here’s a new LA Times article about the autopsy of some teevee show called "Breaking Bad."
Warning fellow Scots about the dangers of police militarization using Albuquerque as an example, a resident of Dundee writes, “Get the guns back in the boot of the armed response team cars where they belong.”
A 26-inch catfish was caught at Tingley Beach using shrimp as bait.
The Daily Word in Albuquerque, Burque and the Duke City
In recent, local developments:
Allegedly, a very drunk couple took a stroll with their children and a marijuana pipe. They were arrested.
A naked intruder was allegedly found sleeping in someone else’s bed. He was arrested.
According to APD, a woman pulled a gun on a Comcast technician. She was arrested.
APD is getting rid of its Mine Resistant Ambush Protected armored vehicle.
The School of Rock will be housed in downtown Burque.
The Sunport was at the center of a copper theft ring.
Developers are planning to build a hotel modeled after the ruins at Chaco Canyon.
Someone left the sprinklers running in the rain.
UNM’s Director of Government and Community Relations has now been arrested three times for DWI. He has been previously convicted twice for this offense.
After numerous setbacks and a countless number of losing seasons, UNM’s football coach looks to the future.
The Daily Word in James M. McGill, West Nile and meta-satellites
The Albuquerque Isotopes overcame an early five-run deficit, zooming by the Sacramento Bees 8-7 on Wednesday night.
Some local mosquitoes tested positive for the West Nile Virus.
James M. McGill is a lawyer you can trust.
The Airforce Research Laboratories on Kirtland Air Force Base developed a meta-satellite.
Today, Mayor Berry will meet with officials from the Navajo Nation to discuss the senseless beating deaths of two Native American men who lived in Albuquerque.
On Tuesday evening, a man was rescued from a raging arroyo.
Nearly half a million humans visited White Sands National Monument last year.
At the quarterly Citizen’s Advisory Board meeting, Air Force officials and civilians discussed jet fuel clean up efforts.
There’s a plan to transport water via pipeline from the San Augustin aquifer to Rio Rancho, 142 miles away.
During the 1980s there were mysterious meetings in Albuquerque about flying saucers.
Bob Log III
Blues, Booze and Boobs: Bob brings the party to Low Spirits
Driving across the North American continent with only a box of guitars, drum parts and the blues—and prolly the directions to dozens of roadhouses, dimly lit bars and rustic concert venues as companions—Bob Log III makes an appearance on Tuesday night at Low Spirits (2823 Second Street NW). He may or may not have his dinghy on board, but this mysterious and damn talented master of the six-string promises a jam party complete with dancing, boob-stirred drinks and lap sitting as part of the experience. Log wears a human cannonball outfit and microphone-equipped helmet during his performances. He recently chatted with the Alibi on his drive out west. The guitarist now calls Melbourne, Australia home, and stopped in the western desert to talk.
AM: So this is your big summer tour, eh?
BLIII: I get to come back home to America at least once a year, and I love it. I have a blast. I’ll play anywhere there’s a room full of people drinking beer, and that’s pretty much a lot of places.
AM: How’s it shaping up?
BLIII: This one’s pretty big, man. At one point, I’m going to be doing 37 shows in a row; it’s gonna get real interesting, but I’m also gonna get real good. I’ve been practicing 17 years for this show coming up in Albuquerque. But I keep it interesting. I change it up. I don’t do set lists. I just get up there and kinda see what happens.
AM: Are you touring as a solo act this time around?
BLIII: It’s just me and the car. My plan is to kidnap people. I do have an opening band for the stretch from Nashville to New Hampshire.
AM: You’re playing that legendary Silvertone guitar for this tour, aren’t you?
BLIII: I am, but I also have some Airline guitars right now too. I get acoustic guitars and put a Silvertone pickup on them, and I put a piezo-accoustic pickup on them. There are two outs, so I get a distorted sound and an acoustic sound at the same time; that way I cover every frequency a guitar can possibly make.
AM: Don’t you also play the drums at the same time?
BLIII: When I play drums, I try to sound like a tight drummer and a drunk drummer at the same time. So time becomes like a rubber band, and I can move it or change it or shape it anyway I want. All day, time rules your day … but for an hour and a half each night I get to be the master of time. For the drunk drummer, I have a kick drum and a cymbal. For the tight drummer, I use a drum machine. My two drummers kinda hate each other. I get to finger-pick on top of the fighting.
AM: That sounds kinda tense.What do you think about that kind of tension in music?
BLIII: It's really a kind of release. The first time people started banging on rocks, it was some kind of celebration. The first music—people banging on the stuff around them—probably would have been really fucking fun. I’m trying to keep music fun. That’s my job. I don’t know anything else.
AM: Besides being fun to listen and party to, some have said your act is deeply transgressive. What are your thoughts on that?
BLIII: I’m a guitar player, and I've played since I was 11. I take that seriously, but I try to turn that into a party, a guitar party. I’m trying to get people to dance, and to dance wrong. If they drop a drink and the glass breaks, I’m doing my job. People can come on stage anytime and get crazy, and I encourage that. They come up and sit on me and I bounce them around while I play. I couldn’t actually do that in normal time, but when I play guitar I get energy I don’t normally have.
AM: What about the boob references: boobs as accompanying instruments or boob-stirred scotch?
BLIII: It’s about making fun of people who use boobs to try and sell you something. I’m saying boobs are ridiculous; let’s take out the sexy, the commercial power. Let’s do something folks would never do with their boobs. I dare anyone in the audience to do it and not smile. As for the song itself, instead of writing a song about what made my day bad, I wrote a song about what made my day good. That day, a woman saw me drinking, said give me that drink and just put her boob in it. I took a sip, and that made me feel fucking better.
AM: How does that work within your music?
BLIII: It’s the blues turned into a party. It’s like Little Richard, Chuck Berry and Bo Diddley. The songs aren’t about being sad anymore … Rock and roll came around, and then I decided to put on a funny suit and throw a party. It’s hilarious, and it’s the coolest guitar you’ve ever heard.
Bob Log III performs his one-of-a-kind take on the blues at Low Spirits (2823 Second Street NW) on Tuesday, July 22, at 9pm. Doors are at 8pm, and the cover is just 8 clams.
The Vortex Beyond: Man or Astro-Man?
Listen up, humans of Earth: There is surf rock in outer space. Like the otherworldly music of Sun Ra, it passed through Alabama before spreading like a crazy, unavoidable virus across this material realm. If you find yourself befuddled by the possibilities, set your mind at ease by checking out Man or Astro-Man? on Sunday, July 20. It's all happening at the perfect venue for hosting excellent extraterrestrial expeditions, the Launchpad (618 Central SW).
After spending the past decade visiting the vasty deep beyond our fragile sphere, band members Birdstuff, Coco the Electronic Monkey and Star Crunch make landfall in Burque to perform tracks from their latest, greatest extra-solar transmission Defcon 5…4…3…2…1, as well as revisiting their wickedly precise and witty tuneage from the '90s, including tracks from Intravenous Television Continuum, Experiment Zero and the What Remains Inside a Black Hole comp. In conjunction with this rare, star-gazing visitation, earthbound Alabaman act Wray supports their self-titled debut with some intense sonic shoe-gazing while Portlandite harbinger of hip Sallie Ford adds a grounded but hard-rocking complement to the acute angles and blurry nebulas being traversed on stage. Tickets for this 21-plus show are 13 Federation Credits. The airlocks engage at 7pm, and the countdown commences at 8pm. Launchpad • Sun Jul 20 • 8pm • $13 • View on Alibi calendar
The Daily Word in Arnold’s oasis, postmodernism, and Meteorite Museum
This week’s ABQ Journal fishing report sez you can catch catfish in the Rio Grande between here and Socorro using night crawlers, liver or stink bait; the tiger muskies at Bluewater Lake fancy hotdogs, though.
Jim Goodman at the Mountain View Telegraph likes to hike Embudito Canyon.
Last night, an Isotope homered in the PCL All-Star game.
Carlito Springs, a hidden oasis in the southern part of the Sandia Mountains – and a favorite resting spot for my old dog Arnold – will be open to the public beginning in August.
The Acting Veterans Affairs Secretary is visiting Albuquerque today on official business.
On Wednesday evening, it rained and rained some more.
Postmodernism comes to Coyote Canyon.
An alleged probation violator in Albuquerque threatened authorities with a BB gun before he was gunned down by US Marshal.
Former NM governor Toney Anaya was recently investigated by the Securities and Exchange Commission; he later settled the resulting lawsuit out of court.
UNM’s Meteorite Museum at Northrop Hall is undergoing a much-needed asbestos removal process.
Faster Miles an Hour
Get about as oiled as a diesel train tomorrow night at Launchpad (618 Central SW) with a rumbling, roaring night of metal made from molecular materials similar to those used in locomotives—but much heavier, bro. Move past antimony and thallium on the periodic table, and think instead about lead and uranium when Roadrunner Records presents stoner rock from The Horned God (a band whose Celtic influences touch directly on the same metal mythologies explored by the likes of Slough Feg and Kyuss).
Burque tech death metal champions Vale of Miscreation, featuring the brutally precise rhythm section of Justin Andrus and Kenny Cappadona will be in full effect, as will Santa Fe prog-thrashers Carrion Kind. Local Southern metal heroes The Ground Beneath are loaded on this train, too; the chance to hear Steve Beneath’s electrified six-string wizardry is alone worth the price of admission, and things will keep rolling as native metalheads Left to Rot fill out the bill. This 21-plus show is only five bones, and doors are at 8pm. Do yourself a favor leavened with musical gravity and check this one out. After all, Saturday night’s the night you like. Launchpad • Sat Jul 5 • 9pm • $5 • View on Alibi calendar
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