`Sound' addicting, indescribable
October 16There is nothing typical about what's going down at Harwood Art Space on Friday night, you'll think.
There is nothing typical about what's going down at Harwood Art Space on Friday night, you'll think.
A colorful new script and musical score take the stage at the Riverside Theatre this month and clearly exhibit the artistic intelligence of community theater.
Ryan Adams knows sour love. Throughout his stint as Whiskeytown's lead singer, his debut album, Heartbreaker, and now with his sophomore effort, Gold, Adams continues his renowned tradition of chronicling bad relationships with great songs.
I wish to point out some flaws in Craig Butler's logic in his October 10 column about pacifism.
Win a movie pass for two to an October 23rd preview screening of K-PAX.
Electronica is a taste difficult to spit out of the mouth and Si Begg, otherwise known as S.I. Futures, expounds on this with his latest recording effort.
Modern, reader-friendly historical fiction appears on bookstore shelves rarely of late, and even scarcer still is the inspiring, insightful breed of modern, reader-friendly historical fiction.
Throughout her newest, extremely audacious release, Vespertine, Bjork weaves in and out of her smartly composed progressions with passion while successfully integrating electronics with classic instrumentation.
I think there are two types of singer/songwriters - the down on their luck, rough around the edges and sometimes experimental ilk of Bob Dylan, Tom Waits and Kris Kristofferson, and then at the other extreme, the almost giddy optimism of crooners like John Denver and James Taylor.
Although rooted in the complexities of classical guitar, Michael Chapdelaine revisits his high school rock band days with the release of his new album, Replay.
If Ian Moore seems happy to have the "guitar god" status stripped off his name, you have to realize that it's been out of necessity for the multi-faceted songwriter.
The Southwest Film Center will present two films this weekend by Hamburg, Germany-based, experimental director and artist Peter Sempel - a renowned documenter of the musicians, artists, filmmakers and poets of the European punk scene.
As the latest successor to the prestigious post of Music Director of the New Mexico Symphony Orchestra, Guillermo Figueroa seems, like others who are seamlessly talented at their careers, perfect for the job.
Silver linings, bursts of light, continually sought but infrequently found, bring hope and enlightenment to the heart when all is thought to be lost. Last Wednesday I found one, tucked quietly away amongst the fifth floor corridors of the Ambilatory Care Center at UNM Hospital.
It's always exciting for a reporter to find an unexposed, fledgling band that possesses all the qualities of a group destined for greatness. That's what I found in the Pregnant Clones.
Red Earth is one of those local bands that just can't be categorized. The eight ethnically-varied members of the band - with a few lineup changes - have been mixing up their politically-charged bouillabaisse of funk, reggae, ska, punk and metal for about five years.
Few actors can make a one-hour monologue bearable, much less a pleasure. Jill Battson is a delightful exception to this rule. Battson's original monologue, "486-8474 Or: How I Learned to Live With Obsession," is nothing short of brilliant. Add to this Battson's heartfelt performance, and one has theater at its best.
Ani DiFranco is back in New Mexico again. Tonight the acclaimed funky folk babe will jam Santa Fe's Paolo Soleri Amphitheatre to celebrate her most recent release, Revelling/Reckoning.
If P.O.D. wanted to make some rock shock waves, they did it with the release of their new album Satellite in early September.