Not much has changed since the dawn of “experimental” film. The flicks are still largely low-budget, grainy, and contain imagery you can only understand after ingesting hallucinogens. But unlike a snooze-worthy documentary about Darfur or North Korea, at least the arty puppies in No Festival Required’s Lucky 13 Edition: Short…
Every building has a “special” (read: scary) place where all the miscellaneous crap ends up. Maybe it’s a junk drawer, a closet, or a dank basement filled with faux antiques you hope to sell on Cash in the Attic. At Lisa Sette Gallery, that place is a back storage room,…
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…
The event is designed to raise awareness of the two American journalists (Laura Ling and Euna Lee) who are serving 12-year hard-labor prison sentences in North Korea for illegally entering that country from China while trailing a human-rights story for Current TV in March 2009. Thu., July 9, 6 p.m.,…
We’ll never forget the time our college art professor sent us Dumpster-diving for supplies. Two cracked frames, a dozen food wrappers, and a moldy banana peel later, we had a piece of art that looked (and smelled) like a trash can. Somehow, local artist Angela Cazel Jahn doesn’t suffer from…
The nighttime course is lined with glowing lights, and each golfer receives a glow necklace and fluorescent ball — the better not to brain the other players. The tourney starts at dusk. Fri., July 10, 2009…
The popular series of themed parties from last spring returns with more live music, appetizers, and signature cocktails. This month’s entertainment: DJs dk.strickler and Rani “g” (pictured). Cocktail: Rum Runner. Thu., July 9, 7-9 p.m., 2009…
These days, you can’t check your MySpace bulletins without being bombarded by epileptic-seizure-inducing fliers for hipster dance nights. But none of these L.A. runoff, faux-Ray-Ban-wearing affairs would exist if not for Panic!, Phoenix’s original alternative dance party. While the days of the $2.50 Long Island iced tea at Anderson’s Fifth…
If you’ve ever listened to Eugene Chadbourne and eternally wrote him off as a hack musician, we suggest taking life a little less seriously, bro. You see, performing goofball nonsense is part of the experimentalist’s shtick. A frequent collaborator with the Sun City Girls, John Zorn, and the Violent Femmes,…
Though British landscape painter Tony Foster is sometimes referred to as the “Warhol of the Wilderness,” it’s not because, say, he paints Mount Rainier as a giant Campbell’s soup can, or works the face of Jackie Onassis into the crags of the Rockies. Rather, the Cornwall resident, now in his…
The art of the Chicano Movement of the late ’60s and ’70s sought to evoke the assertions of a burgeoning mass of people who had largely been treated as invisible. The decades that followed saw Latino and Latina artists striking out of traditional painting and sculpture and instead experimenting with…
For an artist, finding the medium you were destined to work in is like finding a soul mate or the perfect home. John Modzelewski had been creating art for many years when he discovered his affinity for fused glass. Now he’s all about the heat, color, and light, whipping out…
The rather unfortunate slogan of the WNBA’s Sacramento Monarchs is “Expect Great Basketball.” Or not. You can certainly anticipate it from the Monarchs’ full-tilt forward Nicole Powell, who was born in Sierra Vista and went on to play three All-America years at Stanford. But Powell, Sacto’s perennial scoring leader, is…
They may not be the best-known athletes in Arizona, but Diamondbacks pitcher Dan Haren and Cardinals cornerback Dominique Rodgers-Cromartie have a ton of upside. This fact is not lost on the folks behind the latest Phoenix Sports Card Show, who’ve picked Haren and DRC to meet the fans and sign…
After a bone-pummeling, mind-numbing first 87 games of the season, punctuated by only nine days off since opening day on April 6, the only thing that stands between the Arizona Diamondbacks and the luxuriant four-day All-Star Break from July 13 through 16 is a four-game stand against the Florida Marlins…
Veterans’ Memorial Coliseum hasn’t been “The Madhouse on McDowell” since the Phoenix Suns outgrew it in 1992. What better league to kick back open the cuckoo’s nest than the hip-swaying, trigger-tempered Arizona Derby Dames, who’ve moved into the cavernous Vet after selling out all of their games last season at…
As a well-adjusted 28-year-old man, I’m not really the kind of guy who listens to Rise Against. Luckily, my little brother is. You know the type: Well into his 20s, he still holds grudges against his kinfolk for not being nice enough to him growing up, therefore finding some utility…
No money changes hands at this annual exhibition; rather, each artist names his or her “price” (barter rate of exchange) on the tag. This has ranged in the past from studio space to dental work. Says curator Antonio Puri, “This system will not only inspire people to trade with artists,…
“Heterosexuals can’t understand camp because everything they do is camp,” opined an associate of the old Playhouse of the Ridiculous, a New York theater known for its good-natured, anarchic sexual farce — a piece like Turds in Hell, which offered a farrago of sodomy, sadomasochism, incest, coprophagia, bestiality, homosexual behavior…
Kathryn Bigelow’s Iraq War drama The Hurt Locker is a full-throttle body shock of a movie. It gets inside you like a virus, puts your nerves in a blender, and twists your guts into a Gordian knot. Set during the last month in the year-long rotation of a three-man U.S…
You are seated, for the sixth consecutive year, in an imaginary auditorium, where the sound of rustling programs and impatiently shuffling feet suggest that the doling out of the Robbie Awards is about to commence. A hush falls over the pretend crowd, made up entirely of people who sell insurance…
Martha J. Clarke and the costume shop of Arizona Broadway Theatre have done it again. From the cowboy-print pajamas on little brother Randolph to the huge, crinolined confections on the wives and mothers, ABT’s Bye Bye Birdie is a vinyl overnight bag crammed with the ginchiest Barbie and Ken outfits…
