Formed in ’79 while they were in High School, Fishbone were signed by a record label the same year they graduated. For over three decades, they have shared their unique punk/funk/ska hybrid with fans everywhere, breaking down racial barriers and earning street cred with punk rockers and rappers alike.

The newest documentary, Everyday Sunshine: the Story of Fishbone is currently available on Netflix Instant. Narrated by Laurence Fishburne, it takes you on a raw journey through the emotional ups and downs of Fishbone’s founding members. Revered by music heavyweights such as Flea and Mike Watt in the film, the same sentiment is often echoed: As good as their recordings are, they will never compare to the electric frenzy of a live Fishbone show. If you’ve never seen one, you’re in luck. Fishbone will be blowing the roof off Sister Monday night. Thirteen bones will get you in the door (ten in advance through Hold My Ticket).

Legendary Jamaican band The Skatalites are creating a dance party in Santa Fe tonight. Learn about the group and the history of ska via an interview with the band’s manager (and sometimes keyboard player) here: The Skatalites won’t simmer down.

with The Blue Hornets

Monday, April 2, 7:30 p.m.

Santa Fe Sol

37 Fire Place, Santa Fe

Tickets: $17, all-ages

holdmyticket.com

skatalites.com

Today is the unofficial annual holiday for enthusiastic (well, as enthusiastic as a drawn-out “yeah, man”) marijuana smokers. I don’t smoke the pot myself (though I do have a friend who, every couple of years, likes to float in a pool while eating popsicles and listening to Dark Side of the Moon at a loud volume). Two weeks ago I even went to the ganja hot spot that is Jamaica and avoided all offers of it—and it was all over the place! Anyway, for the people who do like marijuana, and for those who think it should be legalized, here’s an excellent track by Toots and the Maytals about Toot’s time in prison for marijuana possession.

Greetings everyone out there in Alibiland. This week I've found myself on honeymoon in the southwestern corner of Jamaica. It's warm and very windy here, much like New Mexico is at times, but with a bonus blue ocean.

I chose to come to Jamaica for two reasons. The first was to swim up to a bar that served drinks in coconuts. The second was to purchase old ska, rocksteady and '60s reggae '45s.

While we've had several amazing coconut-derived beverages here, none were served while wading in water, in an actual coconut. And to the people we've encountered, vinyl is like something that no longer exists—like unicorn-drawn carriages.

On the bright side, we did take a boat out to a bar on stilts in the middle of the ocean where we drank rum punch as sting rays swam around us. We've had amazing food, including a dish of pumpkin, plantains and callaloo (a green), served in a curry coconut cream sauce with rice. And we visited a place called The Wild Onion (which had two sole '45s tacked to the wall behind the bar) and experienced a Jamaican sound system. It was as loud and clear as a crystal unicorn. Also, you can't argue with sitting around in a swimsuit reading a book.

The kids here are really hot on dancehall, and I'm trying to keep a log of the popular tracks. At The Wild Onion, Garrett, who we met on the boat to the bar in the middle of the ocean, told me about the new stuff that played on the sound system. At one point a song came on and three dudes started a line dance that featured a pantomime of joint-rolling. Garrett told me the track was a love song about marijuana.

Oh, and just like you've heard, they smoke tons of the marijuana here.