Return of the trails, Blue Trick and North American Outlaws

Mark Stuart and Stacey Earle, coming soon to a venue near you.Anyone who was out of doors around midnight last Sunday is aware that our government is once again up to its usual tricks. As I strolled the streets of my neighborhood, with one eye out for vandals, I looked up at the immense half moon only to find it criss-crossed in a perfect “X” by more lousy chemtrails. A pox on you, my United States Government for (in my best Scooby Doo voice) using you power for evil instead of good. I’m being facetious of course, our government may well be sinister, but I’m pretty sure it’s not spending unaccounted millions in order to spray its people with deadly chemicals. That kind of thing is so Middle East. A lot of us do believe however – a simple Web search for “chemtrails’” delivered more than 17,000 results, and in two of the biggest sites there are message boards with posts by Southwest Coloradans. If you are curious, check out www.chemtrail It’s good, at least, for a laugh.

If what you really want is to stop gaining weight while surfing meaningless Web sites, then The Goods is here for you. The Summit has a big weekend in store beginning Friday night with Durango’s new favorite band, Freewill Recovery. Part jam band, part classic rock, part smoke machine, Freewill Recovery has fast become the “everybody’s gonna be there” band in Durango. Show time is 9:30 p.m., and everyone is gonna be there.

Saturday night at the Summit will feature “gritty American pop” band Blue Trick. I know very little about the band’s music (I’ve heard a couple of Internet snippets), but I think this trio should be seen. They have a very heartland, pop-rock sound that reminds me of a personal favorite with the same color in its name, Blue Mountain. Given what I’ve heard, this show seems like the sleeper secret of the week.

Speaking of bands I know nothing about, Steamworks plays host to a group called Raw Materials on Friday. They bill themselves as “garage grass,” and that sounds intriguing at the least. The cover is a mere three bucks, whadda ya got to lose?

Calling all ladies! On Monday, May 19, the only legal “Men of Playgirl” revue will bring its North American Outlaw tour to Scoot ’n Blues. This is your chance, girls, to get as housed and sexually obnoxious as you think your boyfriend gets when he says he’s going golfing at that country club right next to Foxtails in Farmington. Too bad for potential male audience members, as the Playgirl show is advertised for “ladies only.” That stipulation has led me to wonder who actually buys Playgirl magazine, and I would bet that Playgirl’s largest audience is not single (or married) women. The boy strippers begin at 8 p.m., and I’m sure the bar will have plenty of singles on hand. Or, do what us fellows do: Print up some fake singles. You’ll be long gone before anyone knows what’s up.

Every town, no matter its size, needs some sort of all-ages venue. If the youth of Durango didn’t have a place like the Shred Shed to hang out in and see punk rock shows, I’m sure the number of TP jobs at the jock’s houses would spike overnight. My hat is off to the Shred Shed and a college club called FLCpunx for continuing to provide a place that keeps kids out of my damn yard. If you are afraid of the all-ages punk show menace, I’ve had occasion to meet several of these kids, and they’re not all that different than your Football Johnny or Cheerleader Suzy. Sometimes they even get jobs as newspaper columnists. Oh yeah, there’s a whole mess of all-ages punk rock at the Shred Shed on Monday, the 19th, starting at 8:30 p.m. You should feel okay if your kid’s going.

This week’s sign the end is near: This week’s contribution comes from fellow Telegraph contributor, one SeF1or Liggett. It seems that one-time hip hop superstar Snoop Doggy Dogg, aka Snoop Dog, now has his own show on MTV called “Doggy Fizzle Televizzle.” Calvin Broadaus was once on the blade of hip hop, but then he made a couple of “Girls Gone Wild” videos and now has an MTV show that seems to cement his descent into the cartoon land of ironic stars. “Next week tune into a very special ‘Anna Nicole,’ and see Snoop Dogg and Bobby Trendy kiss and make up.”

This week’s album review that is a movie: Hey you! Put down this paper and go see “A Mighty Wind” at the Gaslight Theater. For some reason the TransLux folks have deemed us Durangoans savvy enough to warrant a visit by the latest Christopher Guest/Eugene Levy writing collaboration. If you are familiar with the mockumentary styles of “Waiting For Guffman,” “Best In Show” and (to a lesser degree) “This is Spinal Tap,” then you know exactly what to expect. There is no slapstick or physical humor in this send up of the world of folk music which “saw its birth in the late ’50s and reached its zenith in the early ’60s.” Guest’s regular cast of characters is all here. Parker Posey has a scene stealing small role as a one-time street urchin turned into an overly bubbly folkie. Fred Willard turns in a hilarious performance as the washed up one-liner comic manager of one of the bands. But the best scenes come when actors Guest, Michael McKean and Harry Shearer, as members of the “band” the Folksmen, seem to be riffing on one another. In fact, it seems as if Guest told all his actors to ad-lib, and that spur of the moment feel lends “A Mighty Wind,” like all his movies, an air of reality. Hey, I said put the paper down. Go see this movie.

What’s worse, chemtrails or Snoop Dog?





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