Austin-via-Cincinatti rock act Heartless Bastards is playing a totally awesome, totally free show as part of SFR’s Arts Festival. So I called up frontwoman Erika Wennerstrom and asked her some questions.

Despite high attendance hopes, a recent meeting with Santa Fe’s Occupancy Tax Advisory Board (OTAB) and concerned citizens to discuss diminishing nightlife was a rather sedate affair. Of the 177 com

If y’all don’t know Team Everything (and really, how would that even be possible?) you should probably be aware that the collective of musicians and artists are hard at work bringing local and national DJs together for all kinds of killer upcoming shows in our fair city. This is good news indeed, as TE has been taking things rather slow lately.

Day 1: It Begins
Nobody ever accused me of being thin, but the sad fact is that moving back to Santa Fe after years in California played a major part in letting myself go. For the first year, it was hard for me just to get up in the morning, let alone exercise, but all that’s going to change. I’m excited and dedicated, and my first step is the vow to eat nothing but salads for a month.

As I write this, I am one day away from my 20th guitar-playin’ anniversary. I mention  this not for conceited reasons, but because it got me thinking that there are quite a few outstanding guitarists in our city.

In this town, you’ve gotta jump on the punk shows as quickly as you can. Thus, I went to check out local boys HN-88 and El Paso, Texas’ Antigone. I’ll say right now it wasn’t the greatest show I’ve ever been to in my life—frankly, I felt old while watching those young “punks” cavort around—but, as you’ll soon find out, I absolutely salute both The Underground and the bands for taking a punk rock stab in a town without pity.

The 16-year-old inside me was freaking out big time—wait…let’s try that again. The teen in me was freaking out while walking to my most recent interview. I’d received an email the previous wee

I’ve recently had a few “friendly” suggestions to review more local CDs (including one shouted at me from a car at 3:30 in the morning. I’d like to thank that guy for making me drop my last cigarette into a storm drain)

The Santa Fe Bandstand has always seemed like a great idea on paper. Tons of local and national acts descend upon the Plaza for several weeks of varied and exciting music. Awesome, right? Mostly.

I’m not saying it’s easy to come up with a good band name. Hell, I spent years in a band called (don’t) shoot noah!, and the only thing worse than our stupid name was our stupid music.