Do you have a friend who either doesn’t give two poops about baseball or doesn’t know jack squat about the game? Or perhaps you’re entertaining some English blokes who would rather sip a spot of tea while watching the cricket than checking out a game of “rounders,” as those British…
For those who are bummed that ASU Baseball isn’t ending the season against the Arizona Wildcats, and thus missing the chance to clinch its third consecutive outright division title against the kitty cats, don’t you think you’re getting a little greedy? You should just be thankful that the Devils are…
We’re beginning to feel like downtown old-timers. Perihelion Arts is nearing seven years of existence, Trunk Space recently turned five, and now The Lost Leaf – the super-awesome art gallery and bar at 914 North Fifth Street that we swear just opened – is turning two on Monday, May 25…
If you ever were to start a fight with someone, make sure it’s not with Jay Dobyns. In 1987, Dobyns – a former UofA football standout, law enforcement agent, and one of the baddest mofos around – took a burning slug to the chest while on duty as an ATF…
Just because we ain’t got the Great Smoky Mountains and fields of Kentucky bluegrass in this here desert don’t mean we ain’t got folks playing a bunch of acoustic stringed instruments and singing a high-lonesome sound. On the contrary, there’s plenty o’ places in town to play/hear bluegrass music. The…
Oregon this, Oregon that. Sure, the Pacific Northwest spot is bomb-ass with its ocean, trees, and, of course, Portland. But until recently, the state was actually kind of un-American. You see, until this year, the University of Oregon in Eugene, one of the state’s largest public institutions, hadn’t fielded a…
While listening to the opening moment of Isis’ latest album, Wavering Radiant, you may think that you accidentally popped in a disc by art rockers Gastr del Sol or even something more far out, like Greek avant-garde composer Iannis Xenakis. This is exactly why we heart the Los Angeles-based progressive-metal…
You know you’ve got a good thing going when you’ve been tutored by someone who’s been a driving force in forwarding the Chicano art movement as a whole. Vincent Valdez was schooled in the art of art-making by Alex Rubio, the San Antonio-based muralist known as “El Diablito”; the two…
One of baseball’s best traditions is batting practice, because not many things in sports are sweeter than watching a Major League ballplayer cranking moon shots into the outfield and over the fence. If you love BP and the Cincinnati Reds are your fave, then you probably experienced the best time…
Granted, the Arizona Diamondbacks will attempt to beat the butts off the Cincinnati Reds when Cincy visits Chase Field. But what the offensively challenged club should be doing is coaxing former D-Back hurler Micah Owings back to Pho-town. Not for his pitching – the Reds reliever kind of sucks on…
You know those folks who say they listen to every type of music but country? Rather than slapping them for expressing something so stupid, try something more productive, like introducing them to Carrie Rodriguez. The Austin-born/Brooklyn-based alt-country darling plays the fiddle while singing songs that are equally friendly to fans…
We’re sure even Harry Houdini had his off days. During the Arizona Diamondbacks’ 7-2 loss to the Los Angeles Dodgers on Monday night, Doug Davis, the D-Backs’ master escapist of disaster, did coax Dodger hitters into a double and a triple play, but other than that, his effort through 4…
We can’t say for sure, but we’re guessing you’re sick of the Arizona Diamondbacks’ bullpen going all Gregg Olson nearly every game. The latest debacle occurred last night during game one of the D-Backs’ four-game series against the Milwaukee Brewers. Behind a boisterous Miller Park contingent, the Brew Crew rallied…
We know what you’re thinking. Napalm Death, the founders of grindcore, circa 1982, is still around? What can they offer the metal world following nearly three decades of sonic brutality that has included numerous changes in sound and personnel? Well, listen to the group’s newest, Time Waits for No Slaves,…
For us, the name Black Carl evokes images of Carl Weathers from Predator wailing on the harmonica while Family Matters’ Carl Winslow, in full police regalia, belts out soulful tales of pain and hammers out blues notes on the guitar. While Tempe’s version of Black Carl may lack former celebrities,…
For those of us who hold tight to an outcome and won’t let go until somebody hacksaws off our claws, we all should take a lesson from Chris Mars, former percussionist for the long-defunct, genre-defying band The Replacements. You see, Mars is done with music. Period. Don’t even ask about…
For those of us who hold tight to an outcome and won’t let go until somebody hacksaws off our claws, we all should take a lesson from Chris Mars, former percussionist for the long-defunct, genre-defying band The Replacements. You see, Mars is done with music. Period. Don’t even ask about…
Not every rock, pop, or rap tune sounds good jazzified. For instance, hit up your local radio dial for that yucky thing called smooth jazz, then grab the barf bag. But Richard Cheese and Lounge Against the Machine, the LOL cover band from the nation’s capital of jazz corniness, Los…
Damn you, Justin Timberlake. You kind of ruined it for white people. “It” meaning the white-boy soul image. Though Timberlake’s dance-pop music is much different than blue-eyed soul, too many folks associate his solo albums on Jive and the Super Bowl XXXVIII halftime-show nekkidness with soul crooners with a pasty…
The photography of Joy Goldkind deserves its own soundtrack — one that you would hear in a silent moviehouse or on a scratchy 78-rpm record. You see, her waggish interpretations of nudes and human forms, exposed using the bromoil process (a Pictorialists-era alternative photographic method) remind us of a theatrical,…
There’s a pretty cool tradition developing at ASU that’s not about frat-tastic athletics or drinking. Namely, the Undie Run, which features hundreds of postpubescent boys and girls running around in panties and tighty-whities to celebrate the end of spring classes. Last year, during Tempe’s inaugural version, a thousand participants ditched…
We know what you’re thinking: Napalm Death, the founders of grindcore, circa 1982, are still around? What can they offer the metal world after nearly three decades of sonic brutality and numerous changes in sound and personnel? Well, listen to the group’s newest, Time Waits for No Slaves, and try…
