5:13 pm: When the girlfriend asks what time I’m heading to Rouge Cat to see new local funk band The Sticky, I give her an answer that is perhaps more long-winded than she wants. “I was told

If you’re looking to dispel the notion that Santa Fe dismisses youth artistic movements, don’t go asking the Santa Fe Convention and Visitors Bureau.Shortly after a blog post by SFR Staff Writer W

While driving to the SFR offices the other day, I click-wheeled my iPod to shuffle. Usually I listen to music I make (because I’m stuck up like that), but shuffle took me on a journey of song genres that aren’t around so much anymore.

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.