Prism Bitch Destroys Sister
Regional rockers from Boise and Santa also kill it
Alibi music correspondent Adam Wood returns for a summer of music!
Bobby Shew and John Proulx jazz up Disney
When the folks who book the Music in Corrales series approached Grammy-nominated, world-traveling jazz trumpeter Bobby Shew to open their 25th anniversary season, Shew was happy to accept. First of all, no flying: He can practically walk from his house to Old San Ysidro Church in Corrales, where the concerts are held. Second, he could work with Grammy-winning L.A. pianist/vocalist/composer John Proulx (rhymes with Shew) again. The two of them established a good rapport when they fronted a tribute to Chet Baker for the series a couple of years back, and they could team up once more with bassist Michael Glynn and drummer Cal Haines. But what to play?
Carla Bozulich speaks an animal language
Carla Bozulich has crooned, screamed and keened her way across the musical spectrum, right to its noisiest end. Her name might ring a bell to fans of the vintage-inspired alt.country band The Geraldine Fibbers. Or perhaps she pops into mind for remaking Willie Nelson’s Red Headed Stranger in its entirety. Way back in the early ’90s she was part of the cheeky, sexualized rock group Ethyl Meatplow. Today she’s the linchpin of Evangelista, a group that braids strange, moody threads of sound. The Alibi called Bozulich at home to talk about the creation process, emotional yin and yang, and positivity within the noise.
Scene and Heard
Special John Wesley Coleman III Edition
John Wesley Coleman III lives in Austin where he plays both as a solo artist and in The Golden Boys. He’s put out five or six singles, tapes or LPs this summer. What did you do?
Flyer on the Wall
Four bands remind us of the fine line between the mortal realm and spirit world at the Launchpad on Saturday.
Image via Pixabay
Holly Rebelle's High School Reunion • Tito Bonito • Mr. Valdez • Mustang Monroe • burlesque, boylesque, variety
That nightmare, again: You're in biology class, trying not to nod off while the teacher drones, and suddenly you notice everyone's gaze focus squarely on you. You're naked, it's test day and you forgot to study. But that's not what's freaking you out. No—it's the plastic jelly bracelets, stirrup pants and side ponytails that cause you to sit up in bed, heart thumping like a '90s boom bap beat. This Saturday, May 26, your dreams are becoming a dayglo-blooded reality at Holly Rebelle's High School Reunion: A Burlesque Tribute to the '90s. The dreaded time machine takes off from the Launchpad at 8pm. Admission is $15 for adults over 21 (anyone younger probably wouldn't get it anyway).