Year in Review, January 2015
Dirt City Chronicles podcast episode 5
Parts is parts and music is just that, music. No matter, one man's music is another man's 8-bit chip tune gothic folk rock cowpunk. We live in an age of genres and if so desired, every noise in the world can be slotted into a category of choice. There's a thousand banjo pickers and fiddlers in Santa Fe/ Albuquerque (augmented by any number of chicks plucking ukuleles and mandolins) So, whatever your poison.... Americana, Outlaw, Norteño, urban country, folk punk, gothic country, bro country, nu-grass, we got you covered. http://dirtcitychronicles.blogspot.com/2015/01/dirt-city-chronicles-podcast-episode-5.html
Dirt City Chronicles podcast episode 6
I didn't notice that the style had changed. “Chip music is dead” We hardly knew ye. Not sure how I feel about that… the familiar, the obscure, the defunct…. are all well represented here. Pucker up and make the holy sign. Having read the book, I know that trends never sleep. Preparing for the future now. Standby for Dirt City Chronicles.
Dirt City Chronicles podcast episode 7
Santa Fe is burned into New Mexican's collective consciousness as a cosmopolitan tourist magnet. New Mexico's symbol of liberalism, pluralism and nepotism. A city so welcoming that on the second Tuesday in January of each odd numbered year, it plays host to the vilest, most corrupt collection of politicos this side of Baton Rouge: The New Mexico legislature.
Much has been said or written about the “city different” though often times the city's vibrant music is overlooked. We can remedy that, right quick. http://dirtcitychronicles.blogspot.com/2015/01/dirt-city-chronicles-podcast-episode-7.html
Dirt City Chronicles podcast episode 8
Another musical missive from New Mexico, the last bastion of civilized society. We all need our medicine, our poison, our fix.... drugs, food, sex, alcohol, violence, cigarettes, music..… There's a big hard sun beating on the big people. The future's so dim, you need night vision goggles just to grope your way through the sunniest of days
And you may ask yourself, How did we get here?
Jealousy, hate, intolerance, impatience and an oppressing sense of impermanence
Carry the water to the bottom of the ocean, motherfuckers
And while we can surmise that the Mayans miscalculated the end of civilization... rest assured they weren't off by much. Oh! Dr. please help me, I'm dying....
Dirt City Chronicles podcast episode 9
The perfect soundtrack for a night of violence, debauchery or just good clean fun. Direct from the city that always creeps, carefully selected with all the care of a Juan Valdez coffee bean.
The Big Empty, the city indifferent, the garden spot of the southwest. A city so misguided that it gutted it's once quaint and distinctive downtown district and in doing so became the Southern New Mexico version of Rio Rancho. A cluster of nothingness, defined by a lack of essence and fine dining. Home to a low brow Ag school, where hicks from the sticks matriculate while binge drinking and bemoaning the predominance of queer folk and hippies on campus. Never a destination, it's that tangle that you have to fight through on your way elsewhere.
Year in Review: February 2015
Dirt City Chronicles podcast episode 10
Dirt City Chronicles podcast episode 11
Heavy is thy name, Wino Weinrich is thy God. Crank out that I drink cheap beer and bong hit schwag all night type of music, that I smoke angel dust, drop acid and seek out mayhem type of music... that's the shit. So low, it's been real. I'm leaning fast into the twisted night. The forecast calls for doom, better bust out your iron brolly.
Dirt City Chronicles podcast episode 12
Nevermind The Bullocks, Dirt City Chronicles podcast episode 12, is chock full of manic tension and disarming charm. Accelerating like a hard rock machine, fueled by thrash riffs, trash vocals, spaghetti western twang and go fuck yourself attitude. You'll figure it out.
Dirt City Chronicles podcast episode 13
The end of the Mayan calendar's 13th Baktun was feared as a harbinger of the apocalyptic 2012 phenomenon. It's now three years on, so we can surmise that the Mayans were either wrong or bad at math. You don't need algebra to cipher out the baker's dozen. The long measure is 13 and on the thirteenth day of the second month, let's cast aside our triskaidekaphobia. Saint Anthony of Padua has graced us and we have nothing to fear.
These are the shadow lands, where ancient dramas of love, lust, beauty, and despair are enacted night after night. "the sound of someone as maddened as they are enthralled, aglow with anger and passion" A ghost world of dope addled paranoia, dissolving identity, suffocated love, sexual turmoil and oblique violence. Sounds like a typical Saturday Night in 'Burque to me.... Audi 5000
Dirt City Chronicles podcast episode 14
The stripped down minimalism and sad-sack pathos fit right in with “Burque's sense of desperation and almost pathological need for validation. This sloppy spirited awakening took root and just like a typical New Mexican weed, thrived under conditions that would kill off less hearty types. Albuquerque's music scene has never quite blended into any particular style. But, looking back in retrospect, the period between 1989-1999 was as close to a definitive “Duke City Sound” as we'll ever get.
Boy Howdy! A nifty compilation of well-played, tuneful tunes that thunder along with concise energy and total whimsy. it's the opportunity for newcomers to glean a sensible summary of Albuquerque's long and storied musical history without spending hours mining the internet or digging through crates searching for insanely rare vinyl
Let's set the stage.... it's an unexpectedly warm, Sunday afternoon, January 8th. 2006 in Southwestern New Mexico. The garage door is open, the stereo receiver is bumpin'. Shootin' hoops in the driveway, calling in dedications to Cruisin with Crosno, firing up the grill. A snapshot of a perfect moment. As the man himself puts it: “It's a beautiful day outside, everything is all right”
*due to copyright restrictions, audio files have been removed. I'm in search of a host site that will allow me to post these files. Please bear with me.
Dirt City Chronicles podcast episode 15
Rock formatted stations were as ill fated as Alan Freed, who had bequeathed upon them the very name by which they set themselves apart from the dregs of contemporary Top 40 radio. The trick, then and now is to stay one step ahead of your pretensions. A lesson overlooked by all the punk/new wave/no wave/post punk musicians. Yet, taken to heart by the tsunami of grunge bands ushered in by the unexpected rise of Nirvana.
Say what you want about grunge, but unlike the first wave of punk rockers... it was the people's music. The flannel wearing masses could relate and it was tailor made for the violent mosh pit culture that had mutated from the relatively lame pogo and slam dance trends of the mid-70s. Grunge coupled with the self indulgent, hubris prone Industrial/Nu-Metal scene came together to succeed where punk rock and new wave had failed by dominating both album sales and airplay. Life for goths and heshers was fucking grand. Ooh ah ah ah Ooh ah ah ah!
Then without warning, Kurt Cobain ate a round from a Remington 20 gauge shotgun and it all came tumbling down. Hey man, nice shot. Before you could say “Rug Doctor” Rap music picked up the baton and blasted off like a rocket from the crypt. Thus, we're now subjected to a steady dose of Beats by Dre, Eminem, Kanye West, Kim K, Jigga, Beyonce and that ilk.
The rest is history.... I just feel bad for the kids who wear Nirvana shirts because they think it is a brand. Somewhere out on the edge of Andromeda, where the quasars pulse with radioactive light, Jerry Garcia and Kurt Cobain fist fight in heaven. The whole thing is daft but engaging, bound together solely by an audio coding format which uses a form of lossy data compression. We know it as the MP3. Yeah, hey, yay, get out my way... I'm a negative creep and I'm gone.