If you’ve been kickin’ around Facebook lately (and who hasn’t?) you’ve probably already grown weary of people’s fun little “Here are 10 shows I’ve seen only one of them is a show I totally didn’t see! Haha, I’m cute!” lists. Personally, I think it’s kind of funny when the hive mind engages and everyone takes part in freaky groupthink activities, especially when it boils down to semi-braggy lists that may as well say “I’m cool and that DJ there’s no way anyone has ever heard of I saw live proves it!” But I’m also a part of the natural universe now and decided to cook up my own little Top 10 list of things to be psyched on in Santa Fe right now … and one of them is a lie. Can you guess which one?


Eliza Lutz—who we talk about a fair amount because she’s doing all kinds of great things—is moving into the


space down there by Siler Road

(2889 Trades West Road)

. If anyone can jumpstart the already awesome DIY venue, it’s her. Matron Records is having a housewarming party there (8 pm Friday May 12. $5.) with Dyado from Maine, plus locals Treemotel and ppoacher ppoacher.


Producer/musician/young boulevardier David Badstubner is now making tunes with Rumelia Collective. And sure, we’ve talked about them a fair amount, too, but Badstubner basically rules and to their credit, they’re always doing something-or-other that’s good.


That guy from the new nightlife space


(103 E Water St.)

says he’ll open soon where the Atomic Grill used to be, and even though it’s a close second to those Atomic chile cheese fries, we’re pretty down with new places to do things. For those of us who live downtown, it’s also cool.


Metal maestro Chris Riggins has taken to hosting open mic events at

Warehouse 21

(1614 Paseo de Peralta, 989-4423)

every other Tuesday—and he’s put together a full band for backup. Think of it like a jam meets karaoke meets open mic meets what the hell else do you have going on?


Speaking of Warehouse 21, they totally have rented space to youth church, HOPE UC, but we applaud W21 for finding a way to keep their doors open and have to wonder why this is such an unthinkable atrocity to some people in the community. Like, what were they supposed to do? Just close? Get the fuck outta here. Move on and be glad they worked out how to stay open for the teens of Santa Fe.


Wavves is coming to


(139 W San Francisco St., 982-0775)

on May 30 (8 pm. $18). This is not only cool because of the beleaguered club’s commitment to keep on keeping on in the face of changes and adversity and whatever, but because Wavves’ 2010 album

King of the Beach

slays so hard it’s insane. Might we also recommend checking out the jams “Demon to Lean On” and “Nine Is God”?


I’m gonna stop writing about music. (Just kidding. This is the lie. You’re stuck with me. Forever. Your band sucks. I’ll bury you!)


By all accounts,

The Kitchen Sink Recording Studio

(529 Jose St., 699-4323)

is kicking up their commitment to hosting live shows. Co-owner Tim Schmoyer told us in an offhand way that they’re looking into improving the already-stellar sound equipment, too. Y’all should record a live album there. Frogville Studios has also been doing s’more live shows/recordings of late and that place is stone-cold-beautiful. We hope they also start doing more.


My detractors who have asked me if I ever write about classical music should check out my story called “Chamber-Made


from July of last year (the 27, to be precise). Admittedly it’s been a while, but that thing won second place in this year’s Top of the Rockies Excellence in Journalism Awards, so it looks like maybe not picking up the totally free paper that’s easily accessible and that you’re probably only a hundred yards or so away from one even right this second is the problem? Also, I’m still relatively young and prefer rock and punk and stuff. Sawwwwwy. We’ll talk when I’m, like, 50.


Nothing will ever bring Prince back no matter how hard we will it so, but the August 20 Maceo Parker show at

The Bridge

(37 Fire Place, 557-6182)

comes kinda close. Parker sax-o-ma-phoned for Prince for years, not to mention James Brown and Parliament Funkadelic, and is just one of those timeless badasses.