A license for busking in Santa Fe costs $35 per calendar year (so, whether you buy a license in January or October, it only lasts through December). The license comes with a host of guidelines that include when buskers can play, where they can play and how long they can play there; it also specifies that there can be no amplification. All this raises somewhat existential questions. Can a city really tell you when and where you can or can’t play music?

KA-BOOM! Big things are happening at Evangelo’s: a new sound system, new lights and an upgraded stage, for example. Also upcoming will be big-time musicians like the son of John Lee Hooker and

Imagine the scene in my kitchen the other day: me staring at Dan Hicks’ phone number, trying to play it cool. I would have to conduct myself in a professional fashion while talking to one of my musical heroes. Rough.

If you’re a loyal reader, which you damn well should be at this point, then you may recall the story of my bitchy friend telling me that I need to devote column space to upcoming events, not just reviews. I took this advice to heart, and have decided from time to time to let everyone know about shows I think are worthy of our attention.

The Santa Fe Mix is stewing at Milagro 139.

Stepbridge Studios wins and Silvermouse rocks.

No bullshit Auto-Tune, no irritating hype guy screaming “YEAH! HEY!” in the background. The Underground delivered straight up, no frills hip-hop with subject matter ranging from the power of music to loving your mom.

Cherry Tempo's new album show maturity, but scattered influences.

Torche will hurt your brain. But not in that sucky way that other supposedly hardcore band will. Torche will hurt it real nice.

A new Saturday night slot at Corazón, promises to drive people Apesh!t.