Death, of course, is inevitable. We understand that we must accept the ebb and flow of life, and yet knowing this offers little comfort as we find ourselves face to face with this greatest of transiti

The Santa Fe music scene has begun to show some movement (Pixies and Morrissey, Starfucker on the horizon and whispers of a Radiohead show), and I’d like to see the scene keep rising right to The Restaurant at the End of the Universe.

 Listen closely, Santa Fe teens. If you don’t stop dicking around, you risk the very real possibility of losing Warehouse 21 forever.

Garage punk duo Low on High, just so happens to be up for a Grammy Award.

In an uncharacteristic moment near the end of the documentary Everyday Sunshine: The Story of Fishbone, charismatic front man Angelo Moore—widely known for his oddball behavior and high-energy stage antics—suddenly becomes quiet and serious.

Over Thanksgiving, I thought about all the wonderful things that make me grateful. I suppose I’m happy about my friends and family, but I keep coming back to the important role music plays in my life.

It’s time for somebody to say it: Live music has become so outrageously expensive that it’s hardly worth the trouble anymore.

Oh. My. Fucking. God! Pixies is coming! For the 2011 Lost Cities tour, the legendary indie/punk quartet performs its hugely popular 1989 album Doolittle in cities it has never played before, and our sleepy town makes the list.

In response to this guy who got in my face at the grocery store with a diatribe about how I have no right to be a music critic since I’m not a musician myself, I decided to attend the open mic at Second Street Brewery’s Railyard location.

The local punk scene is treading water. Our few punk bands seem to have trouble showing up to their gigs, and the ruthless Americana machine continues to cut a terrifying swath across the land. At fir