Music to Your Ears
Early to Rock, Early to Rise
Remember when you used to go out on the town almost every night of the week, sampling the ripe fruits of your town’s musical loins? Are those days gone, perhaps replaced by the fruit of your own loins and the responsibilities of adulthood? A new concert series unfolding at the Harwood Art Center aims to soothe the sonic aches of parents in this particular predicament.
The Spirit of the Boogie
An interview with Kool of Kool & the Gang
It's a good thing that Mr. Robert "Kool" Bell didn't answer his cell phone when I first tried to call him. Had he picked up, I wouldn't have had the pleasure of hearing his groovy voice mail greeting: "You have reached Kool, and it's kool to leave a message."
Dirt City Archives
¡Un Grito Electrico!
The Chinese Love Beads
Not long ago, the musical road between the ’Burque and El Chuco (that’s El Paso, Texas, to you) was well-traveled. It was easy to find records by Paseños such as Faction X, Not So Happy or Fall On Deaf Ears. Since many Tejano punks were from El Barrio de Ysleta with familia across the border, they also opened that path to exciting Juárez outfits like Setenta Dos Horas. In El Chuco one evening, my greatest regret was having to decline an invitation to a show en otro lado over the Rio Grande. A guero like me couldn’t have asked for a better escort, but being on the New Mexico state payroll I had to work early next morning with a clear head sin crudo.
Flyer on the Wall
You Git Now, Vince
Soon Albuquerque’s burliest bluegrass band will lose its bass player, Vince Edgerton, to the northerly mecca of Denver. The Porter Draw will continue to perform, but on Saturday, Feb. 27, the bearded ladies gather together for a special final performance with Vince. Blackbird Buvette (509 Central NW) hosts at 10 p.m., and the show is free. (Jessica Cassyle Carr)
Tobias Gebb’s limber drumming and the adept pianism of Eldad Zvulun provide the underpinnings for four different combos (two quintets and two sextets drawn from nine other players) on four Gebb originals and four covers. Things get off and running with Toby Wine’s “Blues for Drazen,” which both altoist Bobby Watson and tenorist Stacy Dillard just nail. Unfortunately, the remaining tracks cannot all sustain that high level. On the upside, Gebb’s ballad “My Love” features sensitive work from tenorist Joel Frahm, who also captures the “out there” feeling on the perky arrangement of The Beatles’ “Tomorrow Never Knows.” On the downside, Gebb’s calypso “Bop Be Dop” never achieves the genre’s centrifugal rhythmic pull, and on “You Don’t Know What Love Is,” Watson’s lovely solo is almost ruined by Gebb’s intrusive castanets. (MM)
Stop Making Sense • Tony O and the Greatest Band Ever • rock
Multiple Best of Burque Music award-winner Tony Orant—one of the giant disembodied brains in impenetrable perspex that is responsible for projects like Pink Freud—is driving his mad musical time machine to the '80s to grok a phenomenon called Talking Heads. The skulls of those four East Coast art school rockers had much influence on music and culture that followed numbly in their wake; just ask Thom Yorke. Anyway, Tony O and the Greatest Band Ever wants to tell you all about that at 7pm on Saturday, May 25 at Inside Out. Orant's assembled band includes members of the aforementioned Freud plus other fantastic players (Chuck Hawley, James Haynes, Lonn Calanca, Mike Jaramillo, Brad Yablonsky, Kelly Wilson, Rachel Ross, Sarah Rebello Amaral) to prove the point I just made. Plus the film, by then-wunderkind Jonathan Demme, is a must-see. For only $10 advance or $15 at the door and a 21-plus ID, you're practically guaranteed to leave the place twitching pleasantly and telling friends that, with a little practice, they can walk and talk just like you.
Heiroglyphics • hip-hop
Hieroglyphics is on tour this summer because 20 years ago, 3rd Eye Vision was released. As you may recall, this album was one of the most important hip-hop recordings to appear near the end of the 20th century. It had folks like Del the Funky Homosapien wrangling a crew that boasted A-Plus, Opio and Domino. In response to the stone cold East Coast cliquishness of Wu-Tang, Heiroglyphics demonstrated that, in many ways, the West remained the best, matching what was going down in Nueva York with palpable power. Anyway this crew is going gigging at Sister on Wednesday, May 29. They will begin jamming for the 21-plus set at about 7pm and your presence is requested—not so much for the implied historical significance, but because it would be dang pure to see you all dig “Dune Methane” on the dance floor. Tickets go for $38.55, yo.