A funeral home sent a family their loved one’s brain in a bag. Court says they can’t sue.
Maximum sentence for a driver who killed a cyclist in January: 90 days in jail, $300 fine.
Syrian army agrees to a ceasefire from Friday to Monday.
Hurricane Sandy is heading our way.
WikiLeaks is releasing the U.S. policies on detaining people in camps and GitMo. The website hacked them from the DOD.
Chinese artist Ai Weiwei goes Gangnam style.
Why it’s so hard to fire a police officer.
Bullied teen throws herself in front of a train.
7-year-old girl writes an opera.
Legalizing marijuana is on the ballot in Washington, Colorado and Oregon.
Rape is rape, says the president.
Don’t worry about convicted sex offenders this Halloween. They’ve got a curfew.
Last-minute DIY Halloween costumes.
Nirvana, the Broadway musical.
This summer’s final Youth Night at the Opera is Tuesday, July 19.
For deeply discounted ticket prices, families with children or young adults can attend a fully staged and costumed rehearsal of Gian Carlo Menotti’s The Last Savage. These dress rehearsals will be accompanied by the full orchestra.
The social satire follows Kitty, a young college anthropologist, as she searches for and captures the last savage. Kitty plans on taking the savage back to New York City and donating him to the zoo. When they fall in love and try to live in ’60s suburbia, they discover that perhaps it’s more challenging than life in the jungle.
A half-hour, interactive lecture on music called “3-2-1 Opera!” will start at
8 p.m. The Last Savage performance is at 9 p.m.
Tickets for Youth Nights are sold in packages. Prices:
One adult and two children, $32
Two adults and three children, $56
Each additional child, as well as young adults (ages 15-22), $8
Young adults may purchase individual tickets on their own. Children must be at least 6 years old to attend.
The Santa Fe Opera is also offering free bus service from Albuquerque and Taos. For information and reservations, call the Albuquerque Guild of The Santa Fe Opera at 505-792-6869, ext. 103, or email email@example.com
Tornadoes rip through the south killing 200 people.
Instead of allowing a Gay-Straight Alliance to form, the Clovis School Board banned clubs.
Albuquerque Tortilla Company sold to Mission (!!!). ATC owners to move into barbecue.
Home prices as opera.
Is a Megadrought on its way?
Bed bugs in Burque.
Gathering of Nations events kickoff around the city tonight.
Prince Charles breakdancing.
Americans don't like princesses as much as they used to.
Some brits don't care about the wedding.
Oprah talks to Obama about his birth certificate.
Ancient medicines recovered from a shipwreck. (That sounds like a spam.)
Protest art of SB 1070.
NOTE: Hell-Kite is playing Albuquerque tonight on its way back from Titwrench. Friends, get thee to the house show.
No parking at a noise(esque) show? I’m sure it’s occurred in history, but not in mine. We roll up in our mom van (blue Toyota, three-disc CD player from the ’90s, drives like a champ) to Rhinoceropolis, an outsider venue in Denver’s industrial district.
Tired. Late. Stinky. Sitting among piles of gear and a delicate giant albatross puppet. Happy though. Way happy. Everyone involved will echo the sentiment in these next 48 (or so) hours, but an all-girl, DIY, experimental music fest is fucking good for the soul. Camaraderie. Inspiration. Best of all, the music is unfailingly phenomenal. A-games all around.
The room is hot. Hot Paris Hilton hot. And hot temperature hot. Stuffy. Who can live in humidity? The air is cake batter and I’m trying to suck it in through my pinhole nostrils.
Catch a beautiful set by local Sybil Vane. (Can’t find a web presence for her. Anyone else?) Showtunes. Lounge. Opera. Hilarious narrative about turning 30, about breaking bottles in the street after a relationship ends only to fall asleep to the sound of her neighbor sweeping up the shards. Brutal. Hilarious. The pianist shouts down the backyard partiers. Then spotlights his homemade man tits in honor of Titwrench. Vane closes with “Like a Virgin” and rounds it off by screaming about what it’s really like to lose one’s virginity. Walks up to me first to screech in my face. I must look alarmed—sister dies laughing next to me.
I only take two video clips all night. Stupid. Nothing personal, just burnt documentation on my part. All performers were something to see. But festival organizers had someone filming every night. When/if those become available, I’ll blog it here.
Tomorrow: Night two. Beer in my eye. Noisier.