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"Rockin' in the Suburbs," By Pete Freedman, June 11
Fake Music
Emo music doesn't count. As far as I'm concerned, those bands don't even exist. I don't care how much money...
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It's still dead: When the mayor urges people to buy flood insurance, we get a little worried. It means the report by the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers on Dallas' levees is...
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I was injured by last week's storm, personally wounded in a way that burdens me with a sense of grievance. I am uneasy. But I am having trouble putting my finger on the exact...
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It's not often I walk up to another man and utter this declaration:
"Do me."
But after watching David Magee floor Texas Rangers president Nolan Ryan and wow Cowboys...
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Dear Mexican: I write to you with a doubt similar to the one that Incensed in Chicago felt a couple of weeks ago, when her friend couldn't believe that Mexicans worked in...
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"I have never been to a festival that was this disorganized," remarked the young man sitting across a cluttered table in the canvas tent that served as a press conference...
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One of the most memorable turns of phrase from the past few years of original rock music has to be "Jesus Saves, I Spend," from St. Vincent's 2007 debut full-length Marry...
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Freed from the major-label machine that took them to a Starbucks counter near you (last year's Hits Are for Squares), Sonic Youth is kicking harder than it has since coffee...
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Change the graffiti on the bathroom wall, get your tattoo fixed, get your T-shirt airbrushed and change the name on your year-end list: Dance pop artist Santogold is now...
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New Science Projects' Dale Jones may look like a dirty, bloody, undead mess when he's performing—he screams at his audiences and belts out songs about demons, death and...
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Some months ago, Abraham Salum faced a couple of moderately serious problems. Business slipped, first of all, as the recession began to squeeze diners—an issue that he...
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The front end of a cow carcass was dangling from the ceiling. With a butcher's hook and a boning knife in my hands, I regarded the bright-red expanse of raw meat. The day...
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So, after my Texaco station taco experience went so well, I decided I'd see what the competition at the Chevron at Park Lane and Greenville Avenue had to offer. Turns out,...
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Fifteen minutes after seeing The Proposal, I'd forgotten I'd seen The Proposal. Well, that's not entirely true: By then, it had simply merged in my memory with a thousand...
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By Michelle Orange, Robert Sietsema And Nicolas Rapold Published:
June 18, 2009
Enlighten Up!
There are a number of tensions at play in Kate Churchill's Enlighten Up!, a documentary about the proliferation of yoga as both spiritual path and commercial...
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Aside from a few unimpressive attempts at surfing as a sixth-grader--I retired after I managed to stay on my feet for a few seconds--my exposure to surf culture was mostly...
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Nic Nicosia left Dallas for Santa Fe, but that doesn't mean that he's churning out photos of pueblos and ambiguous desert flowers. His work still speaks to his reputation as...
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What do Swatch watches, nude bodies and neon lights have in common? Aside from collaborative efforts in 1980s porn movies, the Conduit Gallery's current exhibitions. San...
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The impact of Woody Guthrie on the American landscape cannot be overstated. From riding the Depression-era rails and writing the immortal classic "This Land Is Your Land" to...
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It's a pretty well agreed-upon fact that if the State of Texas charged a dollar for every tacky, big-haired, drawling, cow-tippin' Texan stereotype portrayed in the media,...
