Music to Your Ears
By Laura Marrich
One for the Road—It's an exciting time for local crooner Tommy Gearhart. Last September, he released a collection of standards called Autumn Serenade; his way of cracking open a window in a charming but creaky old house, inviting a fresh breeze to circulate through its rooms and ruffle the pages of the American song book. And now velvet-voiced Tommy will carry the torch of, well, torch jazz on a four-city tour across the Midwest (specifically, he'll light up Detroit, Toledo, Cleveland, and Cincinnati).
Flyer on the Wall
Survival of the Illest
The Launchpad presents "Underground Rising 2," a beatified battle royale with Mantis Fist, Living Proof, Durt-e Sol, Habeas Corpses, SaintSinnerSuns, The Zoo and others. It's free, but only if you're over 21. Sorry, children. (LM)
Ralph Alessi Rubs This Against That for Musical Satisfaction
Trumpeter’s quintet improvises with a lyrical edge
By Mel Minter
Trumpeter, composer and educator Ralph Alessi doesn’t have a problem winging it.
La Junta Benefit Concert
Sticking out like a sore thumb and loving every minute of it
By Simon McCormack
For Nick Pena, frontman of Santa Fe's Latin rap-rock trio La Junta, school taught him a somewhat unintended lesson. "In high school," says Pena, "I was never really a good son or a good student. Looking back, I think that if it weren't for my art and music classes I wouldn't have stayed in school."
A Legend Called Mouse
Reggae hero didn't set out to invent a style
By Marisa Demarco
Eek-A-Mouse is still in Ketchum, Idaho, when we speak. It's hard to imagine what the 3,000 or so people who live in Ketchum think of the Mouse, a six-and-a-half foot Jamaican reggae legend. But Eek-A-Mouse loves the West. He declared himself a cowboy in the mid-’90s and has donned a cowboy hat ever since. He's been on tour for about three weeks now, though really, he says, the road has been his home for the last 30 years or so. "That's how it goes," he says. "It's my life."
Minmae 835 · RJD2 The Third Hand · Olav Larsen & The Alabama Rodeo Stars Love's Come to Town
By Marisa Demarco
What does "indie rock" even mean anymore? Minmae, kind of a rock-starless anti-band, is what I wish it meant. 835 gives you your simmering tempos under no virtuosity and that peculiar male indie rock/folk voice. But Minmae, which is mostly Sean Brooks, takes it further with delicate, wilting arrangements and surprising instruments. Brooks is not a guy who's afraid to let his pop sensibility deflate and crumple into a noisy heap, though I hear this is actually his most accessible work to date. Why is it that the guys who aren't necessarily trying to make pop are often the best at it?
Alan Jackson • country
By Joshua Lee
As Ludwig von Beethoven once said, “Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life.” Those words still carry weight, even now: a thousand years later. And you'll find no better example than the incomparable Alan Jackson, whose voice and countenance rival those of the gods, as though he were hewn from the heart of the sun itself. His honky tonk tunes are swords of righteous terror and beauty which melt the eardrums…
Chrome Sparks • electronic, indie pop
By Joshua Lee
So Chrome Sparks apparently has a few hours open in his schedule to visit ABQ—somewhere in between juggling his gajillion other projects and fulfilling his role as busiest spacey electro-pop composer on the planet. New Mexico seems like the perfect place for those wide-open, expansive tunes of his…
Miike Snow • indie, electro-pop
By Monica Schmitt
"I change shapes just to hide in this place, but I'm sure not going to hide from this concert." Ladies and gents, I am happy to report that Miike Snow, the Swedish electro-pop band of your dreams, will be performing at our very own Historic El Rey Theater. Imagine Alt-J and Dan Black created a musically inclined love child…
Andrew Jackson Jihad • folk-punk • Diners • surf, indie rock • Kepi Ghoulie • punk folk
By Peter Karlsen
Once upon a time, back in 2004, in the distant land of Arizona, there was born a folk-punk band by the name of Andrew Jackson Jihad. It was a mouthful, so they decided to go by the acronym AJJ. Then they decided to formally change their name to that. Soon they'll be at the Launchpad. People in this town like to shit on the folk-punkers, but fuck those jerks…
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