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"JSB is here! Jason just saw him in the parking lot!"
In the toy-castle-styled arcade building just east of the water park at Mesa's sprawling Golfland-Sunsplash amusement...
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October 2003. You usually don't find this many miscreants in the parking lot of Jugheads on a Sunday morning. You've got some rough trade in spiky leather jackets, a crying...
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I'm no urban planner, and Lord knows I have no inclination to be one. But whenever I hear my fellow diehard metropolitans talking up the Holy Grail of downtown dwelling --...
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There is nothing mysterious or subdued about Stacy Peralta's enthusiasms. A product of Southern California's vivid beach scene, he's been a surfer since boyhood and was a...
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Any second now, Phoenix is going to start looking a lot more like Tucson. That is, if County Supervisor Mary Rose Wilcox and Youth Program Supervisor Jessica Martin have...
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Rocky Horror, eat your heart out. Or just leave it to the cult followers and cutups behind Broadway Bound and Gagged's shadowcast production of Cannibal! The Musical, set for...
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The canonization of Jerry Colangelo as the savior of Phoenix will continue this week as the local media stumble over themselves to heap accolades on him as he's inducted...
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Those Black Keys boys have been up to no good.
Not far from the blues-rock duo's studio inside a toxic old rubber factory in an Akron, Ohio, slum, Lockheed Martin is...
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The most crucial piece of equipment in Hollywood is obviously not the movie camera. It's not the casting couch. Not even the Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud or the personal trainer....
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October 31, 1977: Tonight was extremely strange. Janette and I went to the Sombrero Theater (which is way down on Seventh Street and Camelback, kind of a scary part of town) to...
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THU 9
Sure, the Bard charmed our pants off (along with fair Gwyneth's) when he was Shakespeare in Love, but -- let's face it -- most of the time, he was Shakespeare in a...
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It's a fine Tuesday night in the Zona, and Saddam Hussein's chrome-dome, um, brother-in-law Sheik Samir Hussein is getting his ass beat down by a big-assed Catholic priest in a...
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Whether you consider her a peddler of precious, pretentious twaddle or an endless font of pure Icelandic genius, you have to give Björk credit for eschewing the safe...
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Sandra Conaty Brace was an active woman. She mastered the 55-word short story, had several published, cared for her 25 cats, and worked as an administrative assistant for Risk...
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Dancing With the Devil
Skinheads, freaks and biker chicks: I just wanted to write in and express my love for your Inferno column. The one on the Palo Verde in Tempe ("Motley...
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"Wot d'you call it, gahhh-ridge? Wot d'you call it, uhhhr-bin? Wot d'you call it, tewww-step?" So gently pokes impish English MC/producer Wiley at the beginning of "Wot Do U...
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9/9-10-15
Wanna show your boss who's boss? Take a lunchtime excursion to the Arizona State University Computing Commons Gallery, on Palm Walk and Orange Mall on the main...
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They're right about the empty street: That's the only place these two knit-wearing, tightly harmonizing, acoustic-guitar-strumming Norwegian folk-popsters could survive a riot,...
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Sat 9/11
The Arizona Caliente have much to prove on Saturday, September 11, when the Women's Professional Football League team takes on its nemesis from last year's Western...
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Ben Weaver is a folk/Americana songwriter, guitarist and singer with a rough sing/say voice that brings to mind the younger John Prine, a sly growl perfectly suited to his...
