“Oh hello. I'm coming to you live, before the final results of the election. Here in the Capitol. The election results are coming in as we speak. I've just been handed a sticky note that reads 'No one voted,' is that right, Jerry? Heh, I voted, that's for sure. I sure did. Don't question me on that.
Oh no. Jerry's left the studio. I hear screaming outside. One moment, I'm going to look out the window. Oh, no. Jerry doused himself in gasoline. Well, he was kind of an imbecile, anyway. Still.
Too bad everyone assumed that someone else would vote, it seems we now live in a dystopia.
Signing off for the last time,
Don't let this become reality. Vote today.
As I settled into my cushioned corner and zipped up my jacket further in hopes of staying warm on a cold November night, Alxxs Garza started to play. The familiar green and purple lights of Stereo Bar illuminated the early patrons of the event. Alxxs played universally liked electro house, and had beautiful transitions as usual. The crowds in Stereo came and went as groups of friends passed through trying to get their last nicotine fix before retreating to El Rey to stay warm and listen to BK Beats and The 1960 Sci-Fi Era and eventually the headliner, Cashmere Cat.
Yielding to the cold, I retreated as well to the innards of El Rey and was greeted by the heavy beats and tender, uplifting chords that I associate with BK Beats’ live performances. The crowd in front of the stage was more condensed than the rest of the audience, but people were dancing all over. I went to the bar to get a beer, watching the social workings of the mass of fans from afar before diving in myself.
The venue slowly got more crowded as The 1960 Sci-Fi Era joined BK Beats on stage. The two work together seamlessly to create an intricate and energetic tropical/trap set. As more people joined the audience, more people started dancing. I figured I should make my way to the front of the crowd before it got too much for me. I followed the flow of the audience; ultimately arriving to the duo’s left. Not too long after that, their smooth and bubbly set was complete and the stage went dark.
After a few minutes of double checking that the tables were working, Cashmere Cat came onto the stage. The entire crowd applauded and cheered. He began his set with no introduction, as if he needed one, but it added to the atmosphere of humbleness that he radiated.
I’ve never seen so many people cat-themed; I think I’m going to call his fans Cutie Catz. I saw many cat-ear headbands, cat shirts, furry vests with hoods and rounded ears, and even a hooded Cheshire Cat onsie. The crowd reflected Cashmere’s lovable reserve. Distinctly different from most crowds I’ve dealt with at large venues, everyone was friendly and excited to share the experience.
I never thought I–not to mention a huge crowd of EDM and pop enthusiasts –could truly enjoy and get down to a playful vibraphone and harp synth drop. I suppose the springy beats and elastic vocals contribute; overall Cashmere’s style is gentle, which is truly an extension of him. While he may have not spoken to us, he was very active and engaging in other ways.
He was there to bring his followers joy, but not at the cost of his own. He was consistently more energetic than the crowd; when the crowd would recover after dancing to a particularly hard drop, he remained lively and bouncy. He only stopped dancing to focus on important transitions (which were flawless) and to throw kawaii peace signs at the audience.
Cashmere relied heavily on vocal samples, which makes sense, given that he’s worked with the music of some notable artists like Lana Del Rey and 2 Chainz (as remixes/edits), Wiz Khalifa, Kanye West and was a featured producer of Ariana Grande’s album My Everything. Unlike many DJs I’ve seen, Cashmere was able to truly weave the vocals through the music as transitions or as an instrument rather than for self-promotion or using them as a message to the youths in the crowd to get turnt. As a person, I found him adorable, and as a musician, I found him exceedingly excellent.
Cashmere created an environment of pure, innocent, romantic joy in his electronic dreamscape. His performance is the top tier of electronic shows. The entire crowd enjoyed the active and energetic set by Cashmere; I can only hope he enjoyed us as much as we enjoyed him.
A three-day truce between Israel and Palestine was interrupted after Israel reported one of their soldiers went missing in the southern Gaza Strip.
The House Republican leadership will present a new border bill today that “further tightens a 2008 trafficking law.”
The FBI are assisting authorities in Oregon in trying to find a mother who went missing seven days ago.
Former president Bill Clinton says he had the chance to kill Osama bin Laden hours before the 9/11 attacks.
After an internal investigation, it was confirmed that the CIA spied on the Senate Intelligence Committee.
Bernalillo County deputies took down an alleged drug and prostitution ring on Second and Alameda streets.
A nationwide warrant has been issued for a Las Cruces teen accused of voyeurism.
Teenager Tony Day is expected to plead guilty for the 2012 murders of his adoptive mother and her daughter in Tucumcari.
My brother-in-law and I are about to leave on a trip for which we will need two maps: one of Phoenix and and another of Bandelier. My neighbor M has them.
A new red jeep backs up into our driveway, proceeding to their house which is behind ours. They are leaving too. I need to get to the maps. I walk around back to their house. I see the maps are already in the back of their station wagon, but their house is gone now. It's just a low wire fence around some dirt.
I see M and L sitting on a bench outside the house next door. I step over the low fences and approach them. They are watching intently as an irrigation ditch is being filled with a lot of water. A guy in a gray suit is diving for bodies. He finds one and floats it to the surface.
Song: "All my life, all your life, yer numb, yer numb, yer dumb, and then you die…"
In a field near the top of my childhood street I search for a place to build a fort for my nephews. I examine a shady, overgrown area behind some rusty corrugated siding. An old farmer appears. He is friendly and leads me into a huge house he is remodeling. I see his wife down a long hallway with a plywood floor. In the living room, I meet his three daughters. The farmer resumes painting above the mantle. The middle daughter tells a story about my old friend S. I ask about S’ sister. I ask if S is married.
"No, but close to it—with (girl's name)!"
"That's even better!" I say.
Pope Francis declares that homosexuals shouldn't be marginalized or judged.
A recent study shows the top food choking hazards for children. Hint: Don't be giving them no hard candy.
In a major sweep, FBI arrest 150 pimps and rescue 105 children in a massive child prostitution ring.
Bill expected to pass which would create better interest rates on student loans, but it's not without its critics.
Officials estimate that the damage is up to $1 million after a severe storm hit Burque on Friday.
Going once! Going twice! Get your New Mexican unclaimed items right here!
19-year-old Justin Covey, who was reported missing yesterday, has been found by Albuquerque police and returned to his parents.
Austin has the Cathedral of Junk. Houston has a house covered in beer cans.
G and I arrive at our new home. The dirt at the front door is muddy, so I move a flat rock into place for a step. As I open the door some loose stucco around the doorjamb falls off. "I knew you would do something like this," she says. Inside, the house is actually much larger that it looked from the outside. There are several more floors below ground level. I look behind me and notice that the doorway is now tall and wide, big enough for a horse and rider. I lead G back outside and down some stairs to show her the lower floors. Instead of the house, however, we enter a large underground shopping mall. The way back into our house, it seems, passes through a narrow, airport-style bar. A small Asian woman sits on a stool by the entrance with a white towel spread on the floor in front of her. "You want beers? Two beers!" she hollers. We protest. We only want to get through. The owner steps up, looks at our bare feet and whispers to her: "Let them go. They're from Afghanistan." We leave the bar and walk up a carpeted ramp. We find a small table next to the wall and sit down next to each other. There are some shopping bags and boxes full of plastic trinkets under the table. Former girlfriend, P, appears and sits down across from us. She explains that her plan is to sell the stuff, somehow. Getting up, I tell her we have to go look for our front door because we left it wide open. Now she is following us. I wish that I hadn't said anything about where we were going because I really didn't want her to know where we live. Finally, we find the entrance to our lower level, which now, it seems, is guarded by stucco walls that form a kind of moat filled with wild animals. From above, I can see a mountain lion pacing and a wild boar, who chases down a deer and eats it. "Great. They're pooping in our house." G says. Apparently, I no longer need to worry about someone getting into the place. We move on and sit down at a high bar table out in the main mall. A friendly young black waiter arrives and attempts to guess what each of us will order. I order a martini, gin, straight up, with an olive. G and I now share a single bar stool and are facing each other. We are not wearing pants.
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And now, whether you’re craving modern alt.folk, house, experimental, noise, rap or rockabilly, there’s (at least) one show happening this week that will suit your fancy. Singer/songwriter Samantha Crain visits Santa Fe—the city for which her most popular tune is named—on Friday. The 21-and-over concert court-and-sparks at 9 p.m. at Santa Fe Sol (37 Fire Place). Check out the video for Crain’s hit track below. Santa Fe Sol • Samantha Crain • Friday May 31 • 9 pm • $12 • 21+ • solofsantafe.com