V.21 No.46 | 11/15/2012
Songs in the key of Nuevo Mexicano
By Samantha Anne Carrillo [ Tue Nov 13 2012 1:19 PM ]
Most of the podcasts I create for my blog exclusively showcase New Mexican artists and recordings. Songs in the Key of Nuevo Mexicano strays from that formula, with only one 505-based musician, Joe West, and one former Santa Fean act, Beirut. But all eight tracks are themed on the land of enchantment. The performers range from minimal wave icons Oppenheimer Analysis and Jeff & Jane Hudson to cowboy king Roy Rogers to Austinite alt.country silver fox Dale Watson. Listen to the podcast below or visit the original blog post for the full track list.
V.21 No.43 | 10/25/2012
The daily word in Beirut blast, meteor shower and sexy Big Bird.
By B.L. Brennan [ Fri Oct 19 2012 11:16 AM ]
Bomb blast in Beirut kills at least eight.
The Orionid meteor shower is set to peak this weekend!
New Mexico organic peanut plant is cleaning up after national recall.
Madonna is getting into all sorts of trouble.
Dressing up as sexy Big Bird is just so not cool and Sesame Street agrees.
Tigers end Yankees season with four game sweep.
Now you can help Mitt catch women with his binder!
Marathon meeting ends in a “no” for new Westside Wal-Mart.
Forget the Fountain of Youth. Here is the real secret to staying young forever.
Obama and Romney bring comedic relief to annual Alfred E. Smith Memorial Dinner
Man pleads guilty to punching Darth Vader’s wife.
Somebody help this poor puppy!
V.21 No.38 | 9/20/2012
I was the right degenerate for the job: beg, borrow, steal and pretend your way to the top.
By Brendan Doherty, Former Alibi Music Writer [ Tue Sep 25 2012 12:07 PM ]
It was the very early 90s. Hair metal bands still freely roamed the earth. Albuquerque emerged as the premier destination for national tour kickoffs for Ozzy Osbourne, Ratt, and Warrant. Venues like the water-slides west of the freeway became top 40 lightning filled disasters. The “underground,” as it was, consisted of the Fat Chance and Club Wreck, where a great but sparse list of bands like Cracks in the Sidewalk, the Strawberry Zots, Broadway Elks, Jerry’s Kidz, Eric McFadden and the Ant Farmers played.
Following my hasty exit from Mama Mia’s restaurant, precipitated by the manager figuring out the wait staff’s scam of using Entertainment cards to skim cash, I began working at Fred’s Bread on Central Avenue. First as a dishwasher, then as a coffee slave, it was a way to pay the bills while I played drums in a trio, Elephant, and occasionally went to UNM. And one day, a scruffy weasel of an entrepreneur came in for a conversation that would change my life.
He had just sold his paper, The Onion, moved from Wisconsin, started an alt weekly in Albuquerque, and would I like to write music reviews? Borrowing new releases from the very kind and nervous owner of Natural Sound, we were off and running. It turns out that there were a lot of people ready to read poorly written reviews of obscure records they would never hear. More importantly, a little advance news of shows was enough to begin to drive a musical movement.
Like a lot of “overnight successes,” all of the ingredients were there already. Pushing against MTV-driven corporate music, bands from across the country—Fugazi (Washington, D.C.), Sonic Youth (NY), Mudhoney and Nirvana (Seattle), underground newspapers were suddenly relevant to the soon to be named Gen Xers (bladdy fucking blah) who had looked into the general culture and found that old-line magazines, newspapers and television were incapable of being tattooed or pierced.
Instead of being the hometown of Ozzy’s drummer, Glen Campbell, or that guy who played second guitar in The Motels, Albuquerque was changing from a metal-driven, LA-derivative place dominated by big bars in the Northeast Heights, dominated by a very Cosa Nostra promoter and TJ Trout as tastemaker, to one where downtown and the University was its cultural center. Scads of bands started popping up, and venues did as well. The Sunshine, the Dingo, the very illegal firetrap that was Club Hell, and the Dingo Bar opened. Existing venues like B.O. revamped their tired Cure + Bauhaus = Big City disco to build a very dangerous stage 15 feet off of the ground. Guralnick built the Outpost. From these little sparks, Resin Records and a cadre of bands- BigDamnCrazyWeight, Allucaneat, Elephant, Cracks in the Sidewalk and many many others played host to the bands that were driving through New Mexico, willing to play for gas money or bagels from Fred’s.
Helmet played the Outpost. Nirvana played a very empty house party in Santa Fe. Dinosaur Jr. played Bow Wow Records. The Butthole Surfers and the Flaming Lips played UNM. From other parts of the country, people talked about the interesting, cheap and friendly spot we were becoming. People moved from across the country to be a part of the music scene, and students at UNM from other places started their own bands.
For a moment, music and live performance seemed to tear at the fabric of culture, revealing something substantial underneath, and it began to gain its own momentum–not just in music, but in film, art, photography, and so on. The group of kids that shuffled in and out of Fred's Bread and Bagel, Bow Wow Records, and the like began to refine their craft. Some of them got it right.
Elephant found another drummer after I quit. I formed the Drags with CJ Stritzel and Robby Poore. I quit that band and concentrated on my writing, ultimately writing for every outlet in the Southwest with a circulation greater than 10,000, and then got married and moved to San Francisco. Joe Anderson, a former bandmate started his own clubs: Launchpad, Sunshine Theater and Low Spirits.
People graduated college and moved on. Or they didn’t. Others took their place.
Recently, some of those bands stuffed themselves into their old wedding dress and dragged out the old hits in a show I would have loved to see.
Threads and connections started in the ghetto connect this early group to the latest and perhaps most influential iteration (now enabled more by the Internet than anything), including Zach Condon of Beirut, Jeremy Barnes of A Hawk and a Hacksaw (Neutral Milk Hotel), and James Mercer (The Shin).
Here is to another interesting twenty years.
From 1991-2002, Brendan Doherty contributed hundreds of articles and record reviews to the NuCity and then the Alibi. He has contributed to 35 newspapers, 40 free weeklies, the Associated Press, UPI, the Journal, the Albuquerque Tribune, New Mexico Magazine, and others. He wrote a guidebook about New Mexico for John Muir Press, and was a staff writer at the New Mexico Business Weekly. In addition, he was the healthcare and biotechnology reporter at the San Francisco Business Times. He is currently driving a minivan, raising two girls and five chickens while living on an island in the Bay Area, and working in public relations at Kaiser Permanente, the nation’s largest integrated health care system.
V.20 No.40 | 10/6/2011
Beirut’s Zach Condon distills himself
By Mel Minter [ Fri Oct 7 2011 12:01 PM ]
The constants in those recordings, though, are Condon’s love affair with melody and his ear for the right sound in the right place. For the latest Beirut release, The Rip Tide, Condon focused on those elements, hoping to distill his own sound from the multigenre cocktail. He’s succeeded in creating his most personal and arguably his most beautiful and mature work to date. Beirut plays in Santa Fe tonight. Find out more about the new album and the show here.
Beirut’s Zach Condon Distills Himself
By Mel Minter
Trumpeter/ukulelist/singer Zach Condon, native Santa Fean and frontman for Beirut, has garnered a world of attention for music that draws heavily on his serial “flirtations,” as he calls them, with various genres. French chanson, Balkan brass, Mexican church bands, electronica—each has provided the inspiration and stylistic setting for a Beirut album.
The constants in those recordings, though, are Condon’s love affair with melody and his ear for the right sound in the right place. For the latest Beirut release, The Rip Tide, Condon focused on those elements, hoping to distill his own sound from the multigenre cocktail. He’s succeeded in creating his most personal and arguably his most beautiful and mature work to date.
V.20 No.35 | 9/1/2011
Zach Condon leads Beirut deeper into the imaginary country that inspires his refreshingly original music. Malajube resembles beige, overproduced adult contemporary fare. Diamonds & Death—the first release in four years from dance rock duo VHS or Beta—is decidedly more dance and less rock.
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