The South Valley’s Rita Maldonado is still bagging elk at age 85
By Toby Smith
If you lived in Albuquerque’s Atrisco neighborhood a half-century ago, you didn’t want to mess with any of the six Sanchez children. The mother of those kids could drop a deer at 50 yards. She could gut and field-dress an elk. She knew her way around shotguns. She drove a bus for a living.
Is a company trying to suck up our water and sell it back to us?
By Christie Chisholm
Maybe you’ve never heard of Datil, N.M. It’s just a tiny town in Catron Country, a two-and-a-half-hour drive southwest of Albuquerque. Besides the pretty scenery, it’s generally unremarkable. But for the last three years, it’s played host to a furious debate on water rights.
Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of the 2011 legislative session. It’s slated to adjourn on Saturday, March 19, at noon. The brunt of the work usually happens during the last hours, and lawmakers debate well into the final nights. Here’s what’s happened so far.
These probably aren't the droids you're looking for
By Benjamin Radford
In the new buddy film Paul, Simon Pegg and Nick Frost play Graeme and Clive, a science-fiction writer/artist team who take a road trip to San Diego’s Comic-Con convention—the mecca of sci-fi and comic book geekery. They make stops along the way to see places of alien pop culture relevance like Area 51 and, of course, Roswell. (There’s another New Mexico connection as well—except for a handful of exteriors, Albuquerque’s very own Convention Center doubled for Comic-Con during shooting last year.)
Who are the South Side Irish? They're a proud, tough-as-nails bunch. Generally speaking, they're also rowdy and know how to knock back more than just "a couple two-tree beers," as the vernacular goes in the Windy City. And they're notorious chiselers.
Adding to the area's lore are the Gallaghers—the foul-mouthed, hard-drinking clan on Showtime's "Shameless," possibly the most functionally dysfunctional family ever to grace prime-time TV.
Regrettably, I discovered the marvelous Burque band Jenny Invert much later than many of its avid fans. I was missing out. The five-piece makes music that is a mix of rock ‘n’ roll and sweet indie, with a twist of jazz and some nods to vaudeville.
Together again, teacher and student find a common thread
By Mel Minter
Woodwind maestro Arlen Asher and trumpeter Paul Gonzales first played together more than 40 years ago. Asher was visiting the first-grade class taught by his late wife, Jo, at Albuquerque’s Montgomery Elementary School. He brought along his collection of saxes and flutes and allowed the little rug rats to enjoy a hands-on experience with them.
Most hamburgers are unhealthy, but this one is exceptionally bad for you. The inedible concoction draws attention to a performance by Ryat from Philadelphia, as well as battles between a trilogy of duos—Fart House, Great White Buffalo and ROO. This rock show happens on Sunday, March 20, at 8 p.m. at Dad’s House (601 Solano NE). Five dollars grants admission. (Jessica Cassyle Carr)
The window to submit photos for the eighth annual Alibi Photo Contest closes on Thursday, March 17, at 5 p.m. Thank you to everyone who sent in their pics—be sure to check out the March 31 issue of the Alibi to see who won. In the meantime, photo-buffs can hear a talk on Edwin Land by MIT’s Dr. Victor McElheny at the Albuquerque Museum (2000 Mountain NW) on Sunday, March 20, at 1 p.m. Land was a businessman, war contractor, follower of the arts and an inventor. He worked on early smart bombs and one of his inventions led to swirly lights inside jukeboxes. He also invented the Polaroid camera. They make everything look like it’s 1974. It is important to note that while Land invented the Polaroid, he wasn’t the one who instructed you to shake it like one. That was Outkast. The talk is in conjunction with the ongoing exhibit A Passionate Light: Polaroids by H. Joe Waldrum. For more information, go to cabq.gov/museum.
Latina artists challenge notions of beauty with nightmarish displays
By Chiquita Paschal
Vistas Latinas are accomplished in getting people to think, feel and discuss, and their latest show at 105 Art Gallery, ¡Que Feo!, is no exception. The group embodies the old art school maxim of connecting the personal to the political by tackling new questions and redefining old values.
Volleyball, check. Hot wings, check. MMA, not so much.
By Ari LeVaux
If you’re into beach volleyball, you probably already know about Sneakerz. The vibe around the sandy court is coastal and chill, even as cars whiz by on San Mateo. But it can’t be that chill—one of those jerks made our waitress cry, after all.
You could make the 13-hour drive to Austin for SXSW, struggle through pressing crowds, spend tons of money and only dream of reaching the bar in any given venue. Or you could drive a measly 45 minutes to Santa Fe and see many of the same bands as they make their pilgrimage to Texas.
Could APD crisis training have saved a veteran’s life?
By Patrick Lohmann
Kenneth Ellis III had a handgun in one hand and a cell phone in the other as he stared down the barrels of nearly a dozen guns wielded by police officers. He gripped a pistol tight against his right temple and waited for his mom to pick up.
Police issues remain forefront during the public comment portion of the Council meetings. On Monday, March 7, councilors heard from a distraught Sylvia Fuentes, the mother of Len Fuentes, one of the 14 people shot by the Albuquerque Police Department in 2010.
If you’re looking for a by-the-numbers revival psych band wearing paisley shirts and Cuban heels, don’t bother with The Shivas. If, however, you prefer a faithful ’60s sound taken to the next level, look no further. The Shivas is what you seek. Like the Hindu deity for which the band is named, this group is the Destroyer. That is, destruction in its highest form: transformation.
Red City Radio, Stabbed in Backand La Haine give an all-ages performance on Tuesday, March 15, at 7 p.m. at the Heights Community Center (823 Buena Vista SE). As the flyer indicates in no uncertain terms, this is a PUNK ROCK SHOW. This is also the world premiere of a new video from Stabbed in Back. Admission is somewhere around a fiver, but sneaking in would probably be the punkest thing to do.
On Saturday, March 5, hundreds of Burqueños in search of bon temps gathered at the Launchpad for the Weekly Alibi's Mardi Gras Dance Party. Presented as part of our Group Hug series, complimentary food from Pepper's Ole’ Fashion BBQ and a king cake from Swiss Alps Bakery kept bellies full, while Mardi Gras props kept things shiny and festive. Le Chat Lunatique, Mondo Vibrations and Felix y Los Gatos completed a stellar lineup of local bands and kept everyone dancing all night long. Photo Booth Rentals of New Mexico was also there to document the fun. As part of the service, the company also provides a DVD of all pics taken at the party. Behold the blast that was had. Our next Group Hug event will be announced shortly ...
Los Angeles-based writer/producer/director Darin Scott will be coming to Albuquerque this weekend to host his patented 2-Day Directing Workshop. Scott wrote Tales From the Hood, Caught Up, Sprung and Waist Deep (among others). He produced Stepfather II, To Sleep with Anger, Love and a .45, Menace II Society and the criminally underrated Fear of a Black Hat (among others). He’s currently directing episodes of a new crime series for HBO. Bottom line: The man knows his stuff.
Ed Helms heads to an unconventional convention in a film that’s dark, funny, raunchy and sweet all at the same time
By Devin D. O’Leary
Ever since The 40-Year-Old Virgin became a massive sensation in 2005, Americans have developed a taste for edgier, more adult-oriented humor. Gone are the pratfalls, fart jokes and fat suits of the ’90s. Now, it’s all about sad-sack characters, uncomfortable situations and a healthy undercurrent of R-rated raunch.
Cedar Rapids follows in this vein by crafting a low-key comedy that’s equal parts drama, staffed by a collection of comedy industry ringers.
We all knew fallen boxing idol Mike Tyson would end up on a reality show. It was inevitable. The only question was: Which one? An embarrassing turn on “Dancing With the Stars”? A rage-fueled meltdown on “Celebrity Apprentice”? Turns out we were all wrong. Who could have imagined Mike Tyson’s comeback would materialize in the form of a reality show on Animal Planet?
Marjorie Neset is a self-described "obsessive traveler and geographer." In 2008, a research grant landed her in Maputo, Mozambique, to investigate the local dance scene. There she connected with Panaibra Gabriel Canda—one of the country's foremost dance figures. A few weekends ago, Neset found herself on an 800-mile road trip from Los Angeles to Albuquerque, delivering Canda and his guitarist, Jorge Domingos, to the 11th annual installation of Global DanceFest.
The Octopus and the Fox is the brainchild of four women who wanted a place for Albuquerque shoppers to be able to buy handmade goods.
Clocks made out of old Grateful Dead records adorn the walls along with paintings, mosaics and other visual art. Blown glass pieces sit in a display case alongside belt buckles. Velociraptors in love grace a pillow. ...
Roadrunner’s Mobile Food Pantry rolls into a neighborhood near you
By Mina Yamashita
Brad Brown grew up in a family that made a tradition of giving. Two years ago, a Martineztown neighbor arrived at his door with a pair of shoes to sell: The man needed the money to buy food for his family. Brown’s concern took immediate form when he gave his partner, Mike Griego, a birthday present—a Roadrunner Food Bank mobile pantry in Martineztown. A seedling fund of $100 got it started, and it’s since become a community commitment.
Sometimes it freaks me out when Chinese restaurants serve sushi. Japanese food is light and neat, leaving nothing to chance. Prepared with short, meticulous strokes, sushi is the epitome of this culinary ethos. Meanwhile, Chinese food is created with broad, heavy, greasy strokes, unafraid of the chaos of a stir-fry. The two foods don’t belong together, and it often seems like they only end up on menus that are cynically aimed at ignorant Americans who think all Asian food is the same.
It seems that every few months a chupacabra makes news somewhere. Maybe it’s a bunch of dead goats found on some rural Texas ranch. Maybe it’s a weird, hairless quadruped sighted along Coors. Descriptions of the chupacabra vary widely, and if you find a weird, dead animal in your backyard or on your ranch, how do you know if it’s a chupacabra?
We had over 1,000 entries in our Regal Entertainment Group / Alibi Oscar contest. We asked you to pick the winners in the top 10 Academy Award categories. Out of all those entries, only a tiny handful got them all correct. Some quick tabulation and a random draw or two later, and our winners are ...
The Adjustment Bureau, a new feature starring Matt Damon and Emily Blunt, falls into the category of entertaining, mainstream Hollywood efforts loosely based on the works of Philip K. Dick. The film uses a P.K.D. short story—“The Adjustment Team,” written in 1954—as its basic inspiration. There are elements (a traditionally religious worldview and a major romance) that Dick himself would never have penned. But there is a quirky sense of paranoia and a growing realization that the fabric of the universe is not quite what we perceive it to be—both of which are classic Dick moves.
For all the talk about 2011 being the year of the “hip, young” Oscars, the 83rd Annual Academy Awards telecast seemed as traditional as ever. James Franco and Anne Hathaway were brought in as the youngest hosts ever, but any hope of edgy, timely fare like The Social Network winning awards was swept away as stodgy Academy voters gave their biggest kudos to The King’s Speech—an impeccable but doggedly old-fashioned Brits-in-costumes Oscar-baiter if there ever was one.
Slow, spacey keyboard sounds build into a multilayered crashing of guitars and drums, only to give way to a lonely steel guitar, leaving the listener with a vibe that’s hard to pinpoint. This is “The Surveyor,” the instrumental first track on the third Winter’s Fall album, At All Angles, and it sets the tone for what is to come.
With elements of surf, soul and garage, The Black Apples has the ability to bring that feel to the fore in a creative way—unlike retro psych bands that merely riff on “Psychotic Reaction” or “Dirty Water” over and over.
With very literal imagery, this graphic, high-contrast flyer announces the debut of the KC Strangle (see Song Roulette) on Saturday, March 5, at Burt’s Tiki Lounge. The new band will be sandwiched between the delicious rock of SuperGiant and Lousy Robot. The free, 21-and-over show begins around 10 p.m. (Jessica Cassyle Carr)
Pound for pound, Joseph Cordova is New Mexico’s best arm wrestler, or puller, as such folks are known. He has won the state arm wrestling crown 10 times, the U.S. title seven times. He’s ranked No. 4 in the world in the 121-pound class.
Free the Data—Crack open the databases, New Mexico. Taxpayers want a look. Under Rep. Joseph Cervantes' (D-Las Cruces) bill, the state would allow people to peruse electronic collections of data "maintained by or on behalf of a public body."
Several members from the city's Copwatch attended the Wednesday, Feb. 23 City Council meeting to make an appeal about Albuquerque Police Department policies. Adriann Barboa, director of Young Women United, outlined the group’s requests, which include: an end to race- and class-based profiling; no more shoot-to-kill; mandatory crisis intervention training for all officers; a youth voice on the city’s Police Oversight Commission; and more authority for the commission so it can fire and discipline officers.
We go before the world and prosecute a peremptory war on terrorism, daring our neighbors to find fault with our actions in Iraq and Afghanistan. And yet we stand idly by while the Khalifa in Bahrain, our political friend, terrorizes its people with bullets supplied by our own arsenals. It is terrorism when a government beats and shoots its own people, scatters them in bloody shrieking masses through the city streets with volleys of gunfire. They have merely asserted what all free people assume as a right—the right to free assembly. How does this terrorism not incite our fury?
Girl Scouts of New Mexico Trails 2011 Cookie Caper
By Mina Yamashita
I’m polishing up my tasting spoons and getting ready for one of the sweetest gigs around. Author Anne Hillerman, along with chef/owner Christophe Descarpentries of P’tit Louis Bistro, will be joining me at the judges’ table for this year’s Cookie Caper. The gala fundraiser helps to support programs and activities for more than 5,000 girls throughout the New Mexico Trails Council.
Student collectives breed a healthy kind of codependency
By Ari LeVaux
As we're seeing in the Middle East, it can be easier to point out what's wrong with a picture than to come up with a solution. But that doesn't make a problem any less pressing. An organization called CoFed started, as many organizations do, with a protest—in this case, against the opening of a Panda Express fast-food restaurant in 2009 in the U.C. Berkeley student union.