When I heard that a show of supposedly epic proportions was hitting The Pub & Grill at Santa Fe Brewing Company April 5, I figured I’d check it out. I had no way of knowing just how surrounded by irony I’d be. Mid-set, I started getting angry.

“I think a lot of people in Santa Fe, or anywhere for that matter, think that hip-hop should be billed only with hip-hop, but I don’t think that’s true at all,” local emcee Kin Keezy tells me when I ask him about local hip-hop.

“Team Tuesday is the hub where people can come and have fun and find out about the more underground things we do,” Feathericci says. “At the core is D Numbers [Feathericci and Bacon’s math-rock band, which includes Brian Mayhall]. When we tour, we meet incredible acts and bring them to Santa Fe. We’re working on bigger things all the time. Our slant is towards techno, but we’ll always book anything that sounds good. I love rock ’n’ roll.”

I’ve been hearing a lot about this new local band Chango, which often plays at The Underground. But I was leery since Chango plays solely cover songs. Usually when this is the case, my immediate reaction is to think the band will be boring and wonder why its members don’t just write their own damn songs. I mean, it’s not that hard.

Years ago, I dated a girl who was intensely into tango. Our relationship was a vicious power struggle so, in an effort to spite her, I refused to dance. Now that I’m making a conscious effort to experience new things, I figured it was a good time to get into tango, so I traveled to the weekly milonga at El Meson.

Progressive Americana master John Courage, 26, is kind of like Bob Dylan meets Tom Petty with the low and soulful timbre of Leonard Cohen. In other words, Courage is fuckin’ awesome, and you’ll be sad to hear he’s leaving Santa Fe in May for greener pastures on the West Coast. I caught up with Courage to discuss his music and his future plans.

I feel like one of those gossip writers—gross and awesome at the same time. I asked around town for the inside scoop on new bands, new clubs and new plans, and boy I got an awesome earful: studio revamps, new albums, the return of Trash Disco, neighborhood win bars and then some.

During a recent beer-induced conversation about shitty music, my dumb friends and I got to the topic of guilty pleasures. Everybody has that band or record they’re afraid to admit to liking. I figured it would be cathartic to admit some of my own guilty pleasures, and to ask folks from the local scene about theirs.

I dragged the girlfriend away from a nap to attend the Acoustic Brotherhood Tour at the Lensic Performing Arts Center on Feb. 11. We were ushered to our seats and waited for the show to begin. The few times I’ve attended music performances in theaters with seats, I’ve always felt crestfallen. I really prefer to stand or dance—not that I’m much of a dancer, but the option is always nice.

It’s the darkest night ever, and it doesn’t take me long to discover that the drive to Jono Manson’s studio in Chupadero is no joke. I’m lost out past Tesuque, and a cop car is following me with its flashers on, which makes me freak out.