Music to Your Ears
Jingleballs—Feeling lucky? Keep your eyes peeled and you might just see a trio of new Powerball commercials that use local musicians to promote the lottery tickets. New Mexico talents The Hollis Wake (Burque), Vanilla Pop (Taos) and Sol Fire (Santa Fe) each perform a song about how incredibly huge the jackpot is becoming (to my understanding, the lyrics are canned but all the music is original), recorded and mixed by award-winning sound engineer Doug Geist at Santa Fe Center Studios. The commercials will air on local programming only when the winnings total $60 million or more. So far I've only seen The Hollis Wake spot--which features a “poptastic” 30-second jingle based off of one of bassist Sarah's songs--and I can't wait for the others. Especially since learning that one half of Vanilla Pop, Al Dente, went to the High School of Performing Arts in New York, and was cast in 1980's Fame. As if those wierdos weren't fascinating enough.
Singer-songwriter touched the hearts of all who knew him, from Albuquerque to New Orleans and beyond
In 1987, Emilee Holt learned what a good cappuccino was. She learned it at EJ's Coffee & Tea Company, one of two places in town where you could find espresso. She also learned what it really means to have a social conscience and a thing or two about kindness.
with Lucid Illusion, Aladocious and Winterlock
Saturday, Aug. 5, Atomic Cantina (21-and-over); Free: Durango’s Stellar Interlock (who formerly donned the much better, but already utilized name Pop Shove It) plays aggressive, resonating indie punk with a surprising amount of ‘tude for a bunch of clean-cut everyday Joes from the Southwest. Their sound seems as though it’s caught somewhere between the grunge era’s Jane’s Addiction, the Ramones’ style of quick-hitting punk and Queens of the Stone Age’s brand of neo-alt rock--all with an indie tilt.
Pato Banton and the Mystic Roots Band
Saturday, Aug. 5, Santa Fe Brewing Company, $20-$25: Admittedly, I have more than slight apprehension about anything that involves the word “mystic.” It just seems like a pretty obvious warning that trustafarians (aka trust fund rastafarians) talking about spirituality are near. But let’s just forget about that for now.
Flyer on the Wall
It's meat. It's a waffle. It's a meat waffle ... and every night is ladies' night at Harlow’s on the Hill! Dig in at 3523 Central NE, on the northeast corner of Central and Carlisle.
This Portland, Ore., trio stands proud in Anyband, U.S.A. These guys learned a thing or two from The Pixies. Too bad results are post-punk at its most usual. The riffs do what you would think they would. Straightforward hooks with a smidge of fuzz ride a drummer that loves his cymbals. The singing and lyrics follow a similar formula: repetition + simplicity = hook. Thing is, these MP3s may have kicked their muddy sneakers up onto the coffee table that is my iPod. Simple is addictive. I'm glad someone is still making this kind of music.
Gathering of the Sick
A safe place for the kids to head-bang--six years strong and still kicking
The theory that metal is the root of all evil will be put to the test this week as 30 bands (some of which make Cannibal Corpse look like Kelly Clarkson) converge at the Compound for the sixth annual Gathering of the Sick.