Silver Board Skate Jam '05
with A La Faderz, Black Maria, Garbage Pail Kidz, Moksha Jehannum, Mystic Vision, Skull Control, 2Bers, With These Weapons, UHF B-Boy Crew
Saturday, August 20; Silver between Harvard and Yale (all-ages): Warped Tour was a blast and all, but something was missing down in Las Cruces this year. Sure, there were all the requisite alternative rock bands. Sure, every conceivable faction of teenage subculture was in full force and, yeah, merch tents dotted the landscape with cheap, colorful geegaws as far as the eye could see. But where were the half-pipes? Where were the funboxes? The helmets, kneepads and ramps? In other words, where had all the skateboarders gone? Warped Tour was founded to promote skateboard culture, yet, except for a random Bad News Bears batting cage, there wasn't any to speak of this time around. Well, screw those guys! Let's start our own damn skate festival—a totally local one with a makeshift outdoor skate park. We can have good local music with everything from hip-hop to reggae to hardcore to metal. Let's shut down Silver Avenue right here in Albuquerque and do this thing right. We'll call it the First Annual Silver Skate Jam '05, and we'll make it happen from noon to 8 p.m. this very Saturday. And here's the best part—we'll get the Silver Board Shop to do all the work for us! Doesn't that sound like a magnificent pipe dream?
Your Name In Lights
with Run Run Run and Redfield
Friday, August 19; The Launchpad (all-ages), $8: While the band claims to harkin from the city of Compton, I'm pretty suspicious. They say they sound like NWA meets Metallica, but why would they insult themselves by saying they sound like Metallica? On top of it all, they say "we rock your face off or we shoot you," and that sounds pretty thug, but how are they going to get people to listen to them if it will only result in getting your face rocked off or shot? And are thugs even interested in rocking? I don't think so. This is what I think is going on here: they're frontin', yo. Your Name In Lights is actually a local emo-y band that contains Mario, formerly of Left Unsaid, Lucas Spider, formerly of Oh, Ranger! and Gabe, formerly of Jet Black Summer and a couple other guys I'm unfamiliar with. These guys aren't thug at all, but they do know how to rock your face off, and along with Tempe rock elders, Redfield, this show just may pop a cap in your ass.
Felonious Groove Foundation
If you're in search of soulful funk and R&B in New Mexico, Felonious Groove Foundation is the best game in town.
Flyer on the Wall
Jocko Agency, Obscene Jesters, Unorthodox and Killing Gracy will play a rather eclectic set this Saturday, August 20, at Puccini's Golden West Saloon. The show starts at 9 p.m. and costs $5, but you've got to be at least 21 to get in. Sorry, children.
The Guild Cinema Fundraiser • Sleepy Hero • variety • Searching for Summer • DJ Lunchbox
The Guild Cinema, our burg’s art house movie theater, is a local treasure—remnant of an age when Joey Abbin's grandma took tickets on summer days and Ant Farmers members and future Fred’s Bread and Weekly Alibi staffers ran the projectors and doled out endless buckets of tasty popcorn. The place is still rocking fine film experiences nearly 40 years later, but the dudes at the controls need our help. Technology has advanced so quickly over the past decade as to make hardware and software for public film presentation prohibitively expensive. But the crew is on top of it, for The Guild Fundraiser to make all our cinematic dreams eligible for local screening. They host a benefit concert featuring the best of our experimental music scene at Launchpad on Thursday, June 20 starting at 9pm. That bill boasts two new bands, Searching for Summer and Sleepy Hero, that are made up of members of Death Convention Singers, Mammal Eggs, Chicharra, Lady Uranium and Bigawatt. This 21-and-over celebration of celluloid heroes can be had for just $8.
Russian Girlfriends • rock, punk • Baphomet Beach Party
Russian Girlfriends hosts a Baphomet Beach Party to celebrate the release of their new record, In the Parlance of Our Times, at 8pm on Friday, June 21 at Launchpad—that sounds fun and we can always appreciate the jollification of Satanic urges. But the real reason for the season is the support of a local band with a superior rock record that has emerged from the ether to conquer summertime listening habits here, there and potentially everywhere. With for-realz everyman angst buoyed by propulsive playing, catchy crunchiness and all the humility of a team of draft horses dredging a 150-ton trawler up from the depths, The Day may be one of the best records to come out of this little old military outpost in the desert that we call home. Russian Girlfriends has been burning through black plastic punk power for nigh on five years but this one could be the key to the next level. Find out for yourself and sell your soul to the dark one at the same time for $8 in advance and $10 at the door plus an ID that attests you have passed the threshold of 21; it will be blissful, bright and then painless, we're sure.