eric mcfadden


V.25 No.50 | 12/15/2016

Event Horizon

It's not Just a Fad

Thursday, Dec 22: Eric McFadden • guitar, rock • Queen Delphine • Small Town Therapy • acoustic

Guess who's back, back again?
V.24 No.21 | 5/21/2015
Kimo Licious
COURTESY OF ARTIST

Music History

An Interview with Kimo, Pt. II

Kimo Licious tells historian August March more about the Burque music scene.
V.24 No.19 | 5/7/2015
Kimo
Courtesy of artist

Music History

An Interview with Kimo, Pt. I

Resident historian August March talks ABQ history and artistic inspiration with Kimo.
V.23 No.42 | 10/16/2014

Show Up!

Stargazing in Autumn

Transcend space and time at four cosmic concerts

Whatever you’re into—hard-rocking funk à la hometown hero, electro, experimental, dark-psych, futurist grunge or doom metal—Show Up! has your concert needs covered. Now with A/V!
V.22 No.5 | 1/31/2013

Music

Two Erics rock the Fallon show tonight

Hometown six-string hero Eric McFadden is touring with Eric Burdon, and the duo perform on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon tonight. Way to be, Eric McFadden!

V.21 No.41 | 10/11/2012
TEN (from left) Thomas Pridgen, Norwood Fisher and Eric McFadden

Music

TEN, Local Spin and American Deacon

There’s always so much amazing live music happening in Burque and Santa Fe. It’s impossible to cover it all, but I will do my utmost to keep y’all apprised of the best shows happening each week. In this week’s Music to Your Ears, I honed in on three shows that sound particularly boss. Eric McFadden’s new trio, TEN, debuts at Sister on Friday. On Saturday, the Local Spin listening party at Blackbird Buvette features lots of Gatas y Vatas fest tracks and performances by Lauren Anderson, Pancakes! and The Vomettes (The 5 Star Motelles). If you feel like a road trip to the City Different, consider going on Tuesday, because Dan Deacon performs at Molly’s Kitchen and Lounge.

V.21 No.38 | 9/20/2012
Brendan Doherty

Flashback

I was the right degenerate for the job: beg, borrow, steal and pretend your way to the top.

It was the very early 90s. Hair metal bands still freely roamed the earth. Albuquerque emerged as the premier destination for national tour kickoffs for Ozzy Osbourne, Ratt, and Warrant. Venues like the water-slides west of the freeway became top 40 lightning filled disasters. The “underground,” as it was, consisted of the Fat Chance and Club Wreck, where a great but sparse list of bands like Cracks in the Sidewalk, the Strawberry Zots, Broadway Elks, Jerry’s Kidz, Eric McFadden and the Ant Farmers played.

Following my hasty exit from Mama Mia’s restaurant, precipitated by the manager figuring out the wait staff’s scam of using Entertainment cards to skim cash, I began working at Fred’s Bread on Central Avenue. First as a dishwasher, then as a coffee slave, it was a way to pay the bills while I played drums in a trio, Elephant, and occasionally went to UNM. And one day, a scruffy weasel of an entrepreneur came in for a conversation that would change my life.

He had just sold his paper, The Onion, moved from Wisconsin, started an alt weekly in Albuquerque, and would I like to write music reviews? Borrowing new releases from the very kind and nervous owner of Natural Sound, we were off and running. It turns out that there were a lot of people ready to read poorly written reviews of obscure records they would never hear. More importantly, a little advance news of shows was enough to begin to drive a musical movement.

Like a lot of “overnight successes,” all of the ingredients were there already. Pushing against MTV-driven corporate music, bands from across the country—Fugazi (Washington, D.C.), Sonic Youth (NY), Mudhoney and Nirvana (Seattle), underground newspapers were suddenly relevant to the soon to be named Gen Xers (bladdy fucking blah) who had looked into the general culture and found that old-line magazines, newspapers and television were incapable of being tattooed or pierced.

Instead of being the hometown of Ozzy’s drummer, Glen Campbell, or that guy who played second guitar in The Motels, Albuquerque was changing from a metal-driven, LA-derivative place dominated by big bars in the Northeast Heights, dominated by a very Cosa Nostra promoter and TJ Trout as tastemaker, to one where downtown and the University was its cultural center. Scads of bands started popping up, and venues did as well. The Sunshine, the Dingo, the very illegal firetrap that was Club Hell, and the Dingo Bar opened. Existing venues like B.O. revamped their tired Cure + Bauhaus = Big City disco to build a very dangerous stage 15 feet off of the ground. Guralnick built the Outpost. From these little sparks, Resin Records and a cadre of bands- BigDamnCrazyWeight, Allucaneat, Elephant, Cracks in the Sidewalk and many many others played host to the bands that were driving through New Mexico, willing to play for gas money or bagels from Fred’s.

Helmet played the Outpost. Nirvana played a very empty house party in Santa Fe. Dinosaur Jr. played Bow Wow Records. The Butthole Surfers and the Flaming Lips played UNM. From other parts of the country, people talked about the interesting, cheap and friendly spot we were becoming. People moved from across the country to be a part of the music scene, and students at UNM from other places started their own bands.

For a moment, music and live performance seemed to tear at the fabric of culture, revealing something substantial underneath, and it began to gain its own momentum–not just in music, but in film, art, photography, and so on. The group of kids that shuffled in and out of Fred's Bread and Bagel, Bow Wow Records, and the like began to refine their craft. Some of them got it right.

Elephant found another drummer after I quit. I formed the Drags with CJ Stritzel and Robby Poore. I quit that band and concentrated on my writing, ultimately writing for every outlet in the Southwest with a circulation greater than 10,000, and then got married and moved to San Francisco. Joe Anderson, a former bandmate started his own clubs: Launchpad, Sunshine Theater and Low Spirits.

People graduated college and moved on. Or they didn’t. Others took their place.

Recently, some of those bands stuffed themselves into their old wedding dress and dragged out the old hits in a show I would have loved to see.

Threads and connections started in the ghetto connect this early group to the latest and perhaps most influential iteration (now enabled more by the Internet than anything), including Zach Condon of Beirut, Jeremy Barnes of A Hawk and a Hacksaw (Neutral Milk Hotel), and James Mercer (The Shin).

Here is to another interesting twenty years.

From 1991-2002, Brendan Doherty contributed hundreds of articles and record reviews to the NuCity and then the Alibi. He has contributed to 35 newspapers, 40 free weeklies, the Associated Press, UPI, the Journal, the Albuquerque Tribune, New Mexico Magazine, and others. He wrote a guidebook about New Mexico for John Muir Press, and was a staff writer at the New Mexico Business Weekly. In addition, he was the healthcare and biotechnology reporter at the San Francisco Business Times. He is currently driving a minivan, raising two girls and five chickens while living on an island in the Bay Area, and working in public relations at Kaiser Permanente, the nation’s largest integrated health care system.

V.19 No.37 | 9/16/2010
Eric McFadden
Eric Gillet

Music

Guitar Extravaganza Tonight

Blues rock Burqueños and former Burqueños Eric McFadden and Stan Hirsch, along with folktress Kimo make up the trio of amazing guitarists performing tonight at Low Spirits. The show begins at 8:30 p.m. and admission is $8. Sorry kids, this show is 21-and-over.