Dallas, Not as Bum Steer As You’d Think

For those who can’t wait till Texas Monthly’s new issue hits the stands, the mag has kindly posted its 2008 Bum Steer Awards — and by my count, Houston, with its 11 separate items, is far more bum-steer than Dallas, which only garners six (not including ones related to, oh,…

Sue Ellen’s Ain’t Leaving the Gayborhood

Sue Ellen’s on Cedar Springs: not gone, not yet In case you missed the news posted yesterday to our rockin’ sister site DC9 at Night, Sue Ellen’s ain’t closing, contrary to word on the street. The 19-year-old Cedar Springs landmark is merely moving — when, dunno just yet. But yesterday…

“Booty Juice,” By Popular Demand

Got a couple of e-mails this morning asking about the words to “Booty Juice,” the poem by Militant X Amerikkan that I reference in this week’s column on local poetry slammers. I didn’t quote the piece in my article, since I don’t really know how to handle the phrase, “There…

Greggo’s Gone for Good. But to Where?

Greggo, at right, is gone — even his drops have been adiosed, alas. If you’re a listener of KTCK-AM (1310, The Ticket) — and judging from my saturated e-mail inbox and your comments, you most certainly are — this week you’ve heard a subtle, yet significant change. Or maybe you…

What Did We Ever Do Before Jessica?

Pardon me this morning while I now turn to issues most serious and pressing, judging by the e-mails awaiting my return to the office; and here I thought we’d end the year on a solemn note. Turns out, it’s all about the Jessica: A local film publicist sends word this…

Sitting in With “Our Man Downtown”

Mark Graham Not much early blogging today: I’m scheduled to appear on Dallas County Commissioner John Wiley Price’s radio show at 8 a.m.: Liberation Nation, sitting at KNON-FM (89.3) on your transistor’s tuner. The subject: this week’s cover story, about architect William Sidney Pittman and his Knights of Pythias Temple…

You Said It

Shine a light Jim Schutze’s balanced and poignant examination of the complex problem of the homeless downtown (“Mercy Me,” December 13) was an exalted example of a gifted writer and compassionate man at the height of his power to do what journalists should do: move us all to care about…

Meter Reader

Like any good, emotionally repressed person, I believe that people should not get any more specific in public about their problems than the words on the side of a Xanax bottle. Take two for…insomnia. Depression. Daddy didn’t love me. Whatever’s ailin’ you. I was shocked, therefore, when I sat down…

Aw, Shit

Aw, shit: If, like Buzz, you grow weary of all the canned holiday sentimentality—in other words, you’re a misanthropic SOB who thinks your fellow humans are, generally speaking, bastards—then hang on. We have a story just right for your Christmas: Once upon a time—a couple of weeks ago—Ginger Reid, an…

Knights’ Tale

The crumbling white building sits at the end of Elm Street, bracketed by a patch of dirt and a construction site. Its only tenants are a pair of wasps living in a light fixture dangling from a rotting overhang—round and round they go, like guards on watch. Some nights others…

Deep Addison

Dallas City Council member Mitchell Rasansky is probably the last person you want having any say in the future of Deep Ellum. He’s ancient. He’s cranky. And it’s a safe bet that, other than at a wedding, he’s never heard a live band in his 95 years on this earth…

Absinthe Makes the Grimes Grow Fonder

4:30 p.m. Just got back from an afternoon field trip to the Sigel’s liquor store at Cole and Fitzhugh avenues with Bobsky, ’cause when Bobsky says, “Grimes, let’s drink,” there’s nothing to do but grab one’s purse and traveling hat and follow the man in the motorcycle boots to the…

Barking Up the Year in Local TV

Uncle Barky, who watches local TV so you don’t have to, today provides his local TV year-in-review — a Top 10 rundown of “2007’s most notable happenings,” leading off with David Finfrock’s hacking cough, poor guy. Amazingly, Rececca Aguilar ain’t the top dog in Ed’s pack o’ picks. –Robert Wilonsky…

Led Zeppelin’s Dancing Days in Dallas

Been a whole lotta Led Zeppelin boots circulating in the wake of last week’s reunion concert — like this one from Earl’s Court Arena in London (May 25, 1975) and this one from Paris in ’69 and the complete BBC Sessions from 1971 (all of it essential, most notably “That’s…

Kirk Beams to Austin for Obama

Barack Obama officially added his name to the roster of Democratic presidential candidates taking part in the March 4 Texas primary, which may or may not mean something that late in the ball game. Well, he didn’t do it. Obama had former Dallas Mayor Ron Kirk filing his paperwork today,…

You’re Kidding? Already?

Sure, that nickname Yoko Romo’s real cute and all. But it sure didn’t take long for it to actually carry some weight. What’s that, T.O.? Got a bad feelin’ about this. –Robert Wilonsky…

Discovering “The Urban Fabric”

Justin Terveen The Wilson Building We’ve mentioned Justin Terveen’s work a few times — he’s better known as Ninjatune, for whom downtown Dallas offers countless postcard photo ops. Well, over the last few days Terveen’s been hard at it, updating his site with copious amounts of stunning photos worth a…

Hoops Du Jour, With a Side of Pigskin

So, what are you more intrigued by tonight: the basketball showdown at the American Airlines Center? Or the one up the street at Moody Coliseum? In a rare clash of national high school titans, Duncanville (Class of ’82, thank you very much) meets perennial power Oak Hill Academy at 8…

Henderson-Belmont, You Are Loved

View Larger Map GlobeSt.com this morning brings news of a new “luxury multifamily development” on “the last open corner at the Henderson-Belmont intersection in North Dallas.” (Wait, that’s North Dallas?) The piece says the development, spearheaded by Staubach Capital Partners founder Charlie Corson, will take place on a plot of…

Cowboys Say “No” To Yoko Romo?

Bill Zwecker, gossip columnist for the Chicago Sun-Times, writes this morning that he has it on good authority that Dallas Cowboys bigwigs are none to happy with Tony Romo bringing his girlfriend to games — to the point where they’ve asked him to, ya know, tone it down. As in:…