Why did Laurie Notaro leave her hometown of Phoenix, AZ? Had she sucked the last drop of marrow from every 1990s Mill Avenue moment and chewed the bones into dust? (She does have big teeth.) Whatever the case, the Muchacha del Idiota returns to her former stomping grounds to read…
Nobody ever called Frida Kahlo an asshole, though, in 1939, the Mexican artist dubbed André Breton and the European surrealists the “bitches of Paris.” Oh, snap! Frida existed to paint, and only then was the “Dove” allowed to fly free and depict her dark reality of surgeries, miscarriages, and self-medication…
We pull up to the tony Myst nightclub rocking our high wedge heels and black miniskirt, cruise the second-floor VIP area where the friendly bartenders shower us with whiskey and compliments, and decide we’ll bring our sassy selves back for Source Magazine’s 20th Party. The blowout’s sponsored by Prime Time…
When you think of a ukulele, do you think of Joan Rivers and Cheech & Chong? You will once you get a load of Ukulele Ray & The KokoNutz, a tropical/classic rock/comedy act from Tempe. Leader Ray, an ex-Chippendales dancer, is a conjugation of hot and hilarious. The self-hailed pop…
We asked a guy out to Morton’s Steakhouse last month. Our socially awkward invite: “You wanna eat some meat?” Poor sap. If he’d only said yes, we would’ve followed it up with, “You wanna drink some booze?” and taken him to the lecture/tasting “Bourbon: The Journey From Barrel to Bottle.”…
As a child, we always wanted to be a trapeze artist. Twisting in midair, zooming from wooden-handled swings, we would be from some wonderfully Slavic country, the seven of us. Well, the circus has grown up, too, and this shit is fresh. The 2008 edition of the Ringling Bros. and…
We try to throw good parties, but it’s always a last-minute dogshit-pickup and toilet-scrub thing, and the pizza rolls aren’t even thawed out. So don’t come to our parties. They bite. Somebody whose parties don’t suck is Raven Valdes, “the Valley’s leading social butterfly.” The professional party girl strikes again…
While shagging one of our emotionally unavailable conquests, he screamed our name. (We’re coldhearted. It meant nothing.) But when he started watching an anime DVD on his big screen, we saw pink and gold twittering birds everywhere, then drew a heart in the steam on the window. Needless to say,…
While shagging one of our emotionally unavailable conquests, he screamed our name. (We’re coldhearted. It meant nothing.) But when he started watching an anime DVD on his big screen, we saw pink and gold twittering birds everywhere, then drew a heart in the steam on the window. Needless to say,…
Listen, fashion doesn’t escape us. We know what it is to wear a dress without it wearing us. But there’s stylishly walking around in clothes and then there’s owning them, and not too many people on the planet can represent like Tatiana Sorokko. The Russian supermodel and high-society minx is…
Pssst. Yeah, you. Wanna buy some Reefer Madness? No, the musical, you hophead! Why has Nearly Naked Theatre has chosen to present the Arizona première of this gaudy whirlwind of sex, drugs, and lounge music, based on the idiotic/cautionary 1936 movie of the same name? Says the play’s director, Damon…
Director Roger Corman once said, “In science fiction films, the monster should always be bigger than the leading lady.” Undying words of wisdom from the King of the Bs, who rolled out nearly seven movies a year between 1955 and 1971 and dandled the likes of Martin Scorsese, James Cameron,…
Phoenix artist Mayme Kratz once told New Times that she spent her childhood “burying things and digging them back up and dissecting them.” Kratz’s predilection has paid off as an adult with scores of shows and representation by Scottsdale’s Lisa Sette Gallery. As the current artist-in-residence at Desert Botanical Garden,…
We’ve got a boner. There are a variety of reasons, but the biggest cause of our tent is Horns & Halos’ Arizona Fetish Prom on Saturday, May 24. See, ever since we made nice with a California porn producer a decade ago, we’ve had a wet spot for all things…
When one door slams shut, another usually opens. Take Tempe’s Aztec Self Storage; its 120 doors closed and then reopened as the more artistic-sounding 1700Curry. The business at 1700 East Curry Road is still a place to store your high school memories, but on Saturday, May 17, the four acres…
We were leaning against the DJ booth at Homme for the Thursday-night weekly FALLOUT when someone’s shadow sidled up and queried, “So, you a rivethead or a cybergoth?” Granted, we were wearing a black, nylon trench coat, but honey, please, it’s a Marc Jacobs. We quickly turned, unhinged our jaw,…
What we know about fashion could fit inside one of our C cups, but we do know what we like, and Angela Johnson’s Vaudeville Style Mystery Menagerie Fall 2008 Collection Fashion Show at the posh Clarendon Hotel sounds right up our puckered bodice. Johnson says her target market is “young,…
Our accountant kept telling us, “Diversify.” We took that to mean, “Break up with your boyfriend and try out for a stripper gig.” Humiliating on both counts. Now we realize that the bean counter was gabbing about the Tres de Mayo Diverse-Fi Five-Year Anniversary Party featuring sounds by Fetti Profoun,…
To quote F.T. Marinetti’s Futurists Manifesto of 1909, “Standing on the world’s summit, we launch once again our insolent challenge to the stars!” Enter Theatre in My Basement’s XO_tic — a veneration of absurdity by playwright Chris Danowski, who joined forces with ASU’s Eva Hamilton and Louis Farber to create…
Personally, we find puppets off-putting and a little creepy, and that’s why the Phillip Huber Marionettes were the perfect fit for Spike Jonze’s fantastical film Being John Malkovich. Given our revulsion toward things with strings, it probably sounds like a backhanded compliment to say that Huber is the world’s primo…
Any David Lynch film can be difficult to wrap your head around, but to cram the documentary Lynch (one) (2007), Inland Empire (2006), The Short Films of David Lynch (2002), and Eraserhead (1977) into a single package like the David Lynch Marathon is downright diabolical, and we couldn’t be more…
You might think that Alternative Race Day means lesbians in wheelchairs, but at Turf Paradise on Saturday, March 29, there’ll be a veritable Island of Dr. Moreau on the sandy racetrack, with ostriches, camels, mules, and pigs squealing out in place of the racehorses. Speaking of animals, The Mayor, Dave…
