I went to Santa Fe to say farewell to Cloacas, my favorite local band.
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A Very Cloacas Farewell
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Welcome to Road to Rich’s 2017! There was snowpack, sunburn, margaritas, dancing, and so much music.
I got to shoot two thrash bands this week. Never having seen these guys before, it was a kind of coming home.
The Corner Thieves play what they call “trashgrass,” a saltier, dirtier, bluer-than-bluegrass mountain music. But when you see them, that’s obvious.
Reviva is one of those bands that exudes respect. At a Reviva show, the stage just glows.
They say it’s jazz in a folk mode. I say it’s experimental folk with a dash of drone and klezmer. Cloacas’s sound is warm, fun, welcoming, and unique.
He’s full of quick smirks at howling audience members, booty-shaking iron-stomping tango beats.
A year ago, when Don and I pulled out of Rich’s mountain driveway, and began the sleep-haggered drive back to Albuquerque, I knew.
I had a date. She mentioned this Bernie Sanders & César Chávez rally, just a mile and a half from my house.
The Ramblers’ last show was at Low Spirits, in February. I went to make sure we could all remember it a little more clearly.
A while back I hosted some couchsurfers: St. Terrible and Psych Mountain Revival. The moment they arrived, I knew we’d get along.
Marble Brewery makes it as easy for photographers to shoot their stage as they do for bands to play on it. What a lovely way to spend a Saturday night.