Most Popular

  • The Hard Lie
    How former Ticket host Greg Williams destroyed the most dynamic duo in Dallas talk radio through drugs, deceit and disaffection
  • American Girls
    Crossing between American and Egyptian cultures, he Said girls made one deadly misstep: They fell in love
  • Bless Us, Oh Lard
    Damn fajitas and health-conscious eaters. They're killing traditional Tex-Mex.
  • The Dirt Doctor
    How radio show host Howard Garrett pushed Dallas to the center of the organic gardening movement through passion, principle and molasses
  • For Whom the Bell Tolls
    Electronic monitoring may dramatically curb truancy. So why isn't DISD interested?

Recent Articles

Recent Articles by Robert Wilonsky

National Features >

  • Houston Press

    A Dirty Picture

    What mainstream publishers don't want you to know about door-to-door magazine sales.

    By Craig Malisow

  • Riverfront Times

    Welcome to Cougar Heaven

    When these huntresses on are on the prowl, the prey very much wants to be caught.

    By Unreal

  • Broward-Palm Beach New Times

    Sweet Deal

    How rumored McCain veep choice Charlie Crist wants to bail out Big Sugar.

    By Bob Norman

  • SF Weekly

    All-American Girls

    Are Asian women getting their jawbones cut to look whiter?

    By Lauren Smiley

The Police, Elvis Costello and the Impostors

Wednesday, May 21, at Superpages.com Center

By Robert Wilonsky

Published on May 15, 2008

Sorry, but this is heresy—must be a typo, eh? Elvis C. sharing a bill—and opening no less—for that shite lite-jazz-rock trio formerly known as The Police? At least you can boogie out of the shed early, before Sting and the geezers launch into their soggy soccer-mom redos of "Walking on the Moon" and "Synchronicity II" and all those other songs that lost their punk-pop luster somewhere between the acrimonious break-up and the profitable group hug. Elvis, though, he's in fine form—hasn't sounded so vital or vibrant since, oh, '96, give or take a decade, as the band tours behind the surprisingly essential Momofuku, which, I think, is the sound Sting makes as he counts your hard-earned.



Dallas Observer Insiders

  • Local food, music and news blasts
  • Free Stuff
Backpage.com