Ah, Valentine’s Day—that wonderful holiday when your girlfriend seems to forget all the awesome stuff you do for her the rest of the year; your boyfriend frantically struggles to stretch one paycheck into jewelry, exorbitantly priced flowers and that tired yet traditional heart-shaped box of chocolates; and your pals at Hallmark get into some serious high-fiving.
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.
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.
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.