In the never-ending consumer orgy, the word tease has taken on the hackneyed association with — yawn — girls going wild. The concept of glamour has been replaced with the hunger for quick cash. Leaving a little something to the imagination is just too time-consuming. America has women to exploit,…
Showtel begins at 7 p.m. at Hotel Biba, 320 Belvedere Rd., West Palm Beach, on Friday, April 25. Admission is free, as are the hors d’oeuvres in the hotel’s Biba Bar. Call 561-832-0094.
Palm Beach County cares about the arts, it really does. And in order to encourage more artistic expression in local photography, the Palm Beach County Film and Television Commission presents its first annual Exposure Fotofestival. Besides featuring local still photographers, the festival has also dedicated much of its time to…
Unseen hands have been leaving their mark throughout the concrete jungle of South Florida. Stencils have materialized on buildings and sidewalks, advertising a certain “what we do here is secret” mentality, but also addressing the current political mess of the country. Darin Bischof, owner of Parlor del Suvito, hopes to…
Entertainer, heartbreaker, director, personality advisor, servant, poetry in motion, deer in the headlights, actress, easy prey. When filmmaker Vanessa Vassar set out to document the lives of New Mexico waitresses, these were the self-imposed job descriptions she received. Her first documentary, American Waitress, explores the power structures and misconceptions of…
Not many musical acts can forge ahead after half a century together without some flashy media makeover. But after more than 60 years of testifyin,’ the Blind Boys of Alabama are still ready to spread the word. The boys met as students at the Talladega Institute for the Blind in…
Don’t know much about history? Well, here’s a quick lesson. Until the late 1960s, America’s closet door was shut tight. In July of 1969, police raided the Stonewall Inn, a gay bar in New York City’s Greenwich Village. As patrons were questioned and detained, the street erupted into a violent…
It’s hard to believe that the tango, a dance of grace, charm, and glamour, was born in the bordellos of Buenos Aires. The dance was originally a sensuous expression of the relationship between pimp and prostitute, in which sexuality was both celebrated and suppressed. Legs intertwine, hands caress, and eyes…
Lemon Jelly is onto something. It has transformed the cold, sterile, repetitive nature of electronic music into comforting, infectious, cotton-candy-flavored jams. Let’s call it slap-happy hip-hop, shall we? The duo’s second full-length serves up eight tracks of quirky kitsch and melodic daydreaminess balanced out with an abundance of samples. “Space…
Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! Witness the power of the Strongwoman Catgirl, the spectacle of the Lady Swordswallower! The carnival show is an almost lost form of entertainment. There’s still the parade of the socially challenged on Ricki Lake, but that gets old. Why not have a taste of…
Mere minutes into the set, he throws himself on the floor, white suede dress shoes flailing, in a spectacular display of rock ‘n’ roll grand mal. The crowd backs up, bristling with confused looks. But it’s not long before the witnesses are also seized by the “just gotta dance” reflex…
Deerhoof is like that quiet kid you sat next to in second grade. The one who drew pictures of unicorns being devoured by sharks. The kid who terrified and fascinated you at the same time. Reveille, the band’s third album, uses 16 melodious but maddening songs to evoke that same…
“No-wave,” “art-rock,” “post-punk,” “post-wave,” “garage-art.” The quest to find a new, fresh label for New York City’s ubiquitous underground sound has taken a toll on journalists. They’re tired. They’re sleep-deprived. They’re taking hackneyed phrases and hyphenating them! The Big Apple is blessed with good musical genes, but the recent outpouring…
Good music should always be enjoyed as a soundtrack — tunes that could be spliced into parts of a day to intermingle with the ebb and flow of mundane routines and intimate relations. Any decent album can shift your brain into movie mode, allowing fantastical landscapes and unnatural situations to…
Rock is dead. No, wait: Rock is coming back. Oh! Rock is reborn. While a myriad of messy-haired rockers are getting their 15 minutes at the return-to-retro-rock arena, excuse me while I retch. Rock never went anywhere. And McLusky proves that loud and fast still rules. This Welsh trio takes…
