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On a recent August evening, 16-year-old T.J. Davis retreated to his room, stretched his 6-foot frame across his bed and stared silently at the greeting card that lay on a...
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"There he is, ladies and gentlemen!" says the voice in the megaphone down New York's Fifth Avenue. "Enrique Lavin!" Wrong. Same first name, different writer.
But José...
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It's hard to know when exactly you've come upon "a." The sign says Abbotsford Court, a special-events facility, an indication that you're about to enter a banquet space of...
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After several years of taking the baddie roles Dennis Hopper was passing on, not to mention the occasional bizarro gamble (say, as Mr. Roarke in the short-lived Fantasy Island...
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"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." This is why artist Terry Stone abandoned life as an advertising art director and began to direct her own experiences into...
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After those first few piano notes sound as the lights come up on the panicked dancers of A Chorus Line, the audience should get hit with a full-on assault on the eardrums. As...
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The more David Spence spoke, the deeper the hole he dug himself before the Dallas Ethics Advisory Commission. When he was finally finished, the dirt he'd kicked up had soiled...
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Last September, Roger Clyne organized a gathering at a southern Arizona fairgrounds to celebrate the Festival of the Chubascos--chubascos being shorter and fiercer Mexican...
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Jeffrey Yarbrough (founder of Club Clearview and the new Deep Ellum club Open), the visionary entrepreneur who was first to tease Dallas with the noodle-house trend that never...
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For those with any kind of pop cultural memory, it's more than a little surprising to see Ice Cube in a movie like Barbershop. Not because it's a light comedy--Friday was,...
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There's a reason we humans have pharynxes, larynxes and great, flopping, flexible, thrusting tongues. We speak. Ditto for our amazing opposable thumbs that fly furiously over...
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Ah, September. The start of art's regular season. What with Gallery Walk coming up this weekend and all the local bigwigs rolling out the rug, I figure it's time to take a...
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WWJD?
One in an occasional series (meaning we'll do it when we get around to it) in which we ask important Dallas questions of Jeff Liles, a local guy who's been in bands and...
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He doesn't look like a troublemaker. Doesn't really talk like one, either. Not at first. The morning workout took a lot from him, maybe, and so he's preoccupied with hydrating...
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N.W.A. (or, if you prefer, Niggaz With Attitude) was a group of high school dropouts (save lyricist Ice Cube) who pretended to be racist gangsters, dope dealers, cop killers,...
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From the outset, this week's Burning Question disturbed us.
In days of yore, adventurers survived perilous tests of will and strength before reaching their destinations....
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The much-celebrated Spokane/Coeur d'Alene poet and novelist Sherman Alexie (and writer-producer of Smoke Signals) brings all his ironic intelligence--the great elasticity of...
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Something very weird is going on at City Hall. People are speaking in tongues. Maybe the budget crunch has crunched them. We may need to send in a rescue team with Prozac....
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It's Monday night, a quarter till 11, and Whiskey Glass Eye is onstage. Or, they're supposed to be. Instead, the members of the Slobberbone cover band are scattered around...
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While it's no longer the revolutionary tranifesto it may have been, D.A. Pennebaker's 1973 concert film (first released in 1983) captures David Bowie's meticulous identity...
