Old shock-rockers don’t die, they just play golf a lot. And make public-safety commercials. And — like any reformed blood-spewing, snake-fondling maniac — become pillars of the community. So it is – sigh – with Alice Cooper, who’s transformed the notoriety gained from his rowdy days of the early ’70s…
Midnite Movie Mamacita ends her long-running affiliation with Paper Heart — which is closing up shop at the end of December — with “director” Chester Novell Turner’s just plain nasty awful flick about a bloodthirsty puppet who looks like a cross between Chucky and Whoopi Goldberg. “This low-budget movie is…
The danger with “ART”ini Thursday — an inspired bit of marketing in which patrons can hand-design their martini glasses as customized souvenirs — is that said patrons will get too sloshed to paint, creating unintentional Picasso cocktails. Less-inebriated souls can splash away with artistic impunity during the weekly shindig. Thursdays,…
Do we have to mention glowsticks and Candy Kids every time we write about a rave? They’re so over — or should be. But there’ll surely be a few luminescent losers at Kandieland 4 along with a gaggle of winning DJs, including big-timers Slipmatt, Squad-E, and Saiyan. Call 888-602-HTID or…
10K? Are you kidding me? If you’re gonna go to all that trouble to shape up, you might as well run with the big dogs at the Desert Classic 30K. The out-and-back also includes a 30K relay. Start time is 8am, with race-day registration beginning at 7. Sun., Dec. 16,…
Some artists who’ve been touched by the Universe have the ability to make a lovely place look lovelier than it is. Obvious choices would be Ansel Adams, Eliot Porter, and, closer to home, painters Ellen Wagener and Ed Mell. Another Arizonan with that special knack is photographer David Muench, who…
Akiane is God’s personal painter. So Akiane believes. Akiane’s 13, and some have called her a child prodigy. Perhaps that’s why Akiane has a bloated sense of self. Akiane rules. So Akiane believes. But doesn’t Akiane’s bigwig benefactor preach that “you shall not make for yourself an idol”? Weeeellll, this…
Eat my powder. That’s the mantra of filmmaker Miller, whose extreme-sports flicks capture extreme-sports fanatics in various states of extremity. This time around, Miller hops around the globe to various deep-powder destinations — including the highly unlikely Arabian Desert locale named Ski Dubai — to bring us desert dwellers a…
Eat my powder. That’s the mantra of filmmaker Miller, whose extreme-sports flicks capture extreme-sports fanatics in various states of extremity. This time around, Miller hops around the globe to various deep-powder destinations — including the highly unlikely Arabian Desert locale named Ski Dubai — to bring us desert dwellers a…
Eat my powder. That’s the mantra of filmmaker Miller, whose extreme-sports flicks capture extreme-sports fanatics in various states of extremity. This time around, Miller hops around the globe to various deep-powder destinations — including the highly unlikely Arabian Desert locale named Ski Dubai — to bring us desert dwellers a…
Valley folks usually don’t flock together in large numbers — except to watch the Cardinals lose — so it’ll be nice to see a few hundred thousand Phoenicians rubbing shoulders during the APS Electric Light Parade, which features numerous illuminated floats and marching bands. Sat., Dec. 1, 7 p.m., 2007…
Timothy Treadwell, an outdoorsman and author (Among Grizzlies), loved grizzly bears so much that he decided to live among them in their Alaskan stomping grounds. His passion for the brutes was so all-consuming that he undoubtedly continued to adore them even while one was gnawing on his rib cage. The…
Hobgoblins. Enchantresses. Greedy hags. It sounds like an episode of Desperate Housewives, but it’s really Center Dance Ensemble’s annual take on Hans Christian Andersen’s good-versus-evil epic. Sat., Dec. 1, 2 & 7 p.m.; Sun., Dec. 2, 2 & 5 p.m.; Sat., Dec. 8, 2 & 7 p.m.; Sun., Dec. 9,…
Steve Weiss has labored in near-anonymity for five-plus years to bring us the best microcinema works by filmdom’s unwashed underdogs. He’s moving on up to the (extremely relative) big time beginning in January with his new “No Festival Required Presents” series, which will offer creations “from international directors and distributors,”…
Despite the bold assertion in the accompanying photo, author/photojournalist Tammy Lechner should’ve titled her book Chicago Cubs: Big, Fat Losers. Rather, she chose the high road in her new Our Team, Our Dream: A Cubs Fan’s Journey Into Baseball’s Greatest Romance — described as a “passionate photo documentary highlighting 15…
The fab Phoenix artist unveils 12 fab new works while fab Phoenix DJ William Reed spins fabulously in the background. Sounds fab. Wed., Dec. 12, 8-11 p.m., 2007…
The five-member teams in this group/elimination tourney will try to crush — or at least badly bruise — each other in support of the Arizona National Guard Emergency Relief Fund. Sun., Dec. 9, 11 a.m., 2007…
With the Spurs, Lakers, Mavericks, and Hornets lurking about, it’s easy to forget about other Western Conference threats like the Utah Jazz. Don’t. Led by Carlos Boozer and Deron Williams, this team is formidable and, well, often overlooked. The Phoenix Suns aren’t likely to do so after the Jazz’s 108-86…
It sounds all bright and shiny — like a good Christmas movie should — but this 2005 anti-war film by director Christian Carion is as dark as the Grinch’s heart, pre-Cindy Lou. It’s based on the true story of the unplanned and unauthorized Christmas Eve truce of 1914 during World…
The man who brought us the auto airbag also saddled us with the Texas windbag. So say the critics of Ralph Nader, the muckraking consumer activist whose indie run for the presidency in 2000 sucked just enough wind from Al Gore’s sails to squeak George W. Bush into the White…
Phoenix’s “artlife” scene is not really a scene at all, because it lacks synchronicity. But there are hotbeds of hope, and one is the northwest corner of Central Avenue and Camelback Road, where indie shops like Frances, Stinkweeds, and Red Hot Robot ply their trade. Check ’em out during the…
G is for “guilty pleasure” where the works of Sue Grafton are concerned. We bet that even literary snobs whose bookcases are stuffed with Nietzsche and Nabokov occasionally draw the blinds and furtively feast on Grafton’s spellbinding, genre-bending “Alphabet” series of suspense thrillers starring the tough but vulnerable private eye…
