Goodbye Santa Fe
Just over three years ago, my life found its way into a U-haul trailer. A lifelong New York resident, I had never envisioned leaving the state of my birth and the city that had been the setting of so many life altering events. The pair of cats in the carrier of the backseat hadn’t the faintest idea what they were in store for. The valium had left them significantly dazed for their adventure. My wife, on the other hand, had done this sort of thing before. She had moved to Brooklyn months before we met. Five years later, she was leading me back to the city she had arrived from, Santa Fe.
The move to Santa Fe was about change, fresh starts, a perfect climate, space, and an opportunity to spend time exploring an incredible landscape. The Land of Enchantment provided us with all of that and more. From the moment we arrived, I set out to provide the local music scene with an ally, and the scene welcomed me with the warmth only a small scene could have.
With my camera dusted off and a re-invigorated desire to write about local music, I spent nights at the handful of local venues. Ghost, Zephyr, The Skylight and eventually Meow Wolf would all be regular hangs. And I spent an entire summer at Santa Fe’s Bandstand series.
From the small scene, Cloacas, Storming the Beaches with Logos in Hand, GRY GRDNS, Ppoacher Ppoacher, Future Scars, Chicharra, Trummors, Eva Rusnik, Johnny Bell, Thieves & Gypsys, Lone Piñon, H. Thunderbolt, David Berkeley, Flossy Clouds, Greg Butera and AJ Woods all made significant lasting impressions.
The arrival of Meow Wolf brought with it an incredible creative energy as well as a lure for touring bands. Algiers, Chicano Batman, Of Montreal, Dan Deacon, Perfume Genius, CocoRosie, Deerhunter and Busdriver were just a few of the bands who came through and blew minds within the surreal venue’s fantastical setting.
Mishka Shubaly, Tall Tall Trees, Christopher Paul Stelling, XIXA, Landlady and Ian Chang all came through town to play really special Mecca Lecca curated shows throughout the city.
Despite the welcoming arms of Santa Fe, it never quite felt like a permanent home. So, almost exactly three years later, we packed it all up again and headed back east. This time our destination was Asheville, NC, and we had our black lab Arby joining the cats in the backseat.