Green Jellÿ (pronounced “Jell-O”) is a low-budget, 217-member band that was hailed by Joey Ramone as the worst act ever to open up for the Ramones. That’s pretty much the point, as Green Jellÿ proudly bills itself as “The World’s Worst Band.” It’s a wretched, revolving-door group whose sound is…
When Debbie Carrick of Arizona Women’s Theatre Company put out a call to female playwrights, she may have had that Pink Floyd album title Is There Anybody Out There? rolling through her head. “We knew women playwrights were out there, but we didn’t know where they were exactly,” says Carrick,…
“One of a kind” is a worn-out phrase used to describe everything from baked beans to hand-painted vases. One hesitates to use it to describe Eartha Kitt, for fear that she might pounce — and that is the very last feline reference this short article will contain. So how shall…
Hot rods and custom bikes. The Major League Baseball Road Show. An Xbox gaming center. A performance by local hip-hopper extraordinaire Willy Northpole. Appearances by Rick Throne and pro skate dude Jake Brown. Yo, where in the hell can we find all of this? Answer: the Dub Magazine Custom Car…
The greatest fakers in the art world aren’t forgers, wanna-bes, or even drones churning out 20 Mona Lisas a day for oil-painting stores. They’re practitioners of trompe l’oeil. French for “fool the eye,” the art style was first used in ancient Greece, where landscape murals were so realistic that citizens…
By Ray Stern Chris Page, a theater reviewer laid off by the East Valley Tribune three weeks ago, was found dead Monday of an apparent suicide in his Mesa townhome. Mesa police spokesman Chris Arvayo confirmed the death, saying friends of Page’s had notified authorities over the weekend after they…
Kokopelli winery was less about uncorking bottles of liquid delicious this weekend and more about fluffing your ‘fro while listening to The Grateful Dead as it celebrated the ’70s with the “Rock the Vine” ’70s festival. Yum! What a funk-tastic vintage. The weekend went from funky to a little freaky…
By Jonathan McNamara So you’ve sacrificed another Memorial Day weekend’s worth of dogs and burgers to the porcelain god. Why not make Memorial Day a little more memorable by learning about your crap? Do you know how much scat can tell us about the animals that excreted it? How would…
By Jonathan McNamara Local comedian Erik Abramowitz has a few pieces of advice for brahs lookin’ to take home a cougar or two from the Scottsdale dating scene. Step one? Don’t bring debit cards. Go to the ATM before you go out and carry no more than $40. “It’s like…
Okay, admit it: You are one of those tragic hipsters who sends Web links and clever e-mails to your friends with that disclaimer: I usually don’t send this kind of stuff, but . . . And then you send a bunch of stuff. LOL. And because you are in the…
Here’s your hat, Indy. But, really, what’s your hurry? Because 19 years after the Last Crusade that clearly wasn’t, and 15 years after the old man joined Young Indiana Jones on the small screen to recount his glory days blowing horns with Sidney Bechet, it’s almost unfathomable that this hoary…
CANNES, France — No need for dreaming here. Each Cannes Film Festival generates its own metaphors for a 10-day regimen of visions in the dark. It’s impossible to forget, let alone transcend, one’s unnatural situation here. The opening film of Cannes’ 2008 edition clobbered participants with a cautionary allegory. Regardez:…
Steven Spielberg may rule Hollywood, but in the video-game biz — the more profitable of the two industries, becoming more so with each passing year — he’s a bikini-clad babe in Jaws-infested waters. Perhaps that’s why in 2005, Spielberg, an avid gamer, signed with developing giant EA Games for three…
Gross Indecency certainly lives up to its name. I was bored within three minutes of this play, subtitled The Three Trials of Oscar Wilde, commencing. Renowned playwright Moises Kaufman has painstakingly Scotched together a seemingly endless litany of quotes, biographical sketches and transcripts from and about Wilde’s late-19th-century sodomy trials,…
Call them the comeback kids: In its early days, the 2008 Cannes Film Festival has served as a staging ground for a number of unlikely returns, beginning with that of Polish director Jerzy Skolimowski, who’s been absent from movie screens (except as an occasional actor) for nearly as long as…
CANNES, France—The competition for the Palme d’Or is ongoing as I write, but the story of the 61st Cannes Film Festival is Steven Soderbergh’s two-part, four-and-a-half-hour Che—an epic non-biopic that might well have been approved by Roberto Rossellini, envied by Francis Coppola, and even appreciated by its subject. (And the…
CANNES, France—Wading through 20-odd movies in half as many languages, each Cannes jury supplies its own dramatic narrative, to be interpreted according to its president’s presumed taste. Days before the 61st Cannes Film Festival ended, rumors were rife that the jury was having difficulties reaching consensus. As the award ceremony…
The Valley’s infamous urban sprawl, which continually pisses off groups such as desert preservationists, is also causing a fit for them rednecks. You heard us right. The encroachment of homes in the West Valley has bumped up Manzanita Speedway’s curfew, meaning there can’t be anymore high-octane dirt-track racing past 10:30…
Will Smith said it best about Miami: “Party in the city where the heat is on/All night on the beach ’til the break of dawn.” Most will agree that Miami is best known for its hard-body beach parties, perfectly bronzed skin (no spray tans allowed), and electro-booty bass courtesy of…
The ’70s get a bad rap – not. The decade was as hokey and bubbleheaded as it appears in hindsight, a microburst of smiley-face delusion lodged between the dashed dreams of the ’60s and the grim reaping of Reagan’s “Morning in America.” Whoa, self-dude. Relaaaax. Go chill with people wearing…
John Huntington is a party monster, and then some. Check it: The tattooed thirtysomething “promoter/ DJ/producer/consultant/ restaurateur” has spent most of the past decade throwing some of the freakiest fetes the Southwest has ever seen, including his infamous Club Rubber and Pimp-n-Ho affairs. Hypemaster Huntington also specializes in raucous touring…
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…
