This Week: The Sword, Sweeney Todd and Cat Power
Happy Tuesday. What are you up to tonight? Laundry? Prime-time television? Forget it.
Happy Tuesday. What are you up to tonight? Laundry? Prime-time television? Forget it.
Some of the pieces are actual printed stickers like the kind you use to peel off paper backs and slap on your Trapper Keeper.
“This is where I start talking about my mommy issues and how I go through men like fucking underwear.”
By Jonathan McNamara The Phoenix International Raceway was buzzing with activity this weekend as not one, not two, but three races delighted race fans and extreme noise enthusiasts. The Subway Fresh Fit 500 on Saturday drew a colossal crowd that was quick to slam over-priced beers while trying to talk…
Despite the copius amount of events, celebrating being one’s self seemed to be the main draw to Phoenix Pride.
This weekend is guaranteed to be 100% Pure fun.
On the Rocks at Suede lasted from 7 p.m. to 10 p.m. and had everything that defines a night out in Scottsdale: beautiful people, gourmet food and lots of liquor.
More than 400 young girls have been freed from the bonds of “spiritual marriage” to older men as the result of a police raid of a polygamist compound operated by the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in San Angelo, Texas.
When you’ve finished exploring D’Andrea’s first-hand account, be sure and take a look at the following.
When you have to roll down the windows because it smells so bad, they call it a Holy Roller.
It’s appropriate that Bill Plympton’s latest is about a murder. He gets away with it all the time.
There is something eerie about people intently staring at a DJ play his set. Records are meant to be spun in high booths at dark clubs where DJ’s can feel free to shuffle through their stack of vinyl and stammer the beat, without looking terribly interesting.
Most people wore tank tops to show off their ink underneath and some ladies forgot to put on a shirt at all over their bras. No one seemed top mind.
Who needs the safety of your own home when you can wander around an expo full of needles?
On Friday a band of Guadalupe residents including mayor Rebecca Jimenez protested Sheriff Arpaio’s latest round of anti-immigration sweeps.
One reason I wanted to see a live performance featuring Joss Stone – the white girl who sounds like a black soul singer (what does that lame stereotype written by critics even mean?) – was to see if she was legit.
There is a certain deficit of creativity in the piñata industry that is rivaled only by Hollywood’s continued insistence to rehash ancient TV shows rather than come up with an original thought.
This weekend it’s all about the art.
Let’s dispense with the written description and let you listen for yourself. Ya dig?
“My toys have been described as Mexican Hello Kitty,” said artist Roy Wasson Valle in reference to his fledgling line of egg-shaped figures originally showcased in his “Yummy Things and Stupid Little Animals” show. Like other design toy artists, Wasson Valle is an “incidental” toy designer; creating them initially so that people at his shows “had something to bring home.”
Tempe Music Festival may be over, but the stories keep coming.
New Times: Is there anything else you want to add?
Cris Kirkwood: Hail Satan.