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

I had this totally sweet dream the other night: Standing in a room surrounded by local musicians, I had the task of forming a superstar band via the same process through which we formed kickball teams in grade school or that hipsters did yesterday. I woke wondering whom I would invite to join my local dream band.

When The Candyman, Santa Fe’s self-described “community music center”, stopped selling albums to focus solely on “strings and things,” the days of buying albums in brick-and-mortar stores seemed all but lost.

Last weekend, I went to a wedding in Seattle. While there, I hit up the Nevermind Turns 20 Nirvana exhibit at Seattle’s EMP Museum. However you feel about the band, you can’t deny the massive influence Nirvana has had on music, so here’s a rundown some of my Cobain-based memories in honor of the 20th anniversary of Nevermind, the band’s breakout album.

If you’re like me, Vanessie conjures images of overpriced steaks and a stuffy, pseudo cabaret. Indeed, for 29 years, it has played host to a smattering of pianists who perform what we in the biz refer to as “background music.” The downtown restaurant’s new entertainment and marketing director, RJ Laino, hopes to alter those very perceptions while opening the space’s schedule to attract a wider audience.

Local artist and musician C Merlyn (real name: Kit Evans) has a few choice words about rap and hip-hop in Santa Fe. “The rap scene—if you can even call it that—is plain pitiful,” Merlyn says.

When I was about 8 years old, my parents and I took a walk through Old Town in Pasadena, Calif.

In my mind, blues music really begins to suffer when the electric guitar is introduced.