Arts & Culture

Tickets for Thursday’s Rod Stewart concert will cost you: your first born (male only), your soul (if the devil doesn’t already have a lean against it), or 100 to 300 bucks (if those are even still available). And with all that you’re still confined to a stadium chair – so…

In 1981, Representative John Wilson Jenrette, Jr. (D-SC) fucked his wife behind a pillar on the steps of the Capitol Building. Later in his career, Jenrette was indicted for taking bribes. Today, he runs a firm for public relations – which is appropriate enough, seeing as how public relations had…

Trucks grow big. Big trucks run. Run at Monster Jam! Trucks run loud! Vroom, vroom, boom! Kids scream loud. Dad joins in! Mom covers ears. Waits in car. Fireworks hiss colors. U! S! A! Loud trucks run. Run over van. Run over bus. Run over Cadillac! Mash, boing, blam! Bounce…

Yes, folks, it’s here! Our most coveted national holiday, the Super Bowl, is that time of year when we congregate in the glow of crystalline high definition displays, open our hearts and minds to inane commercials, and guzzle gallons upon gallons of cheap, foamy beer. It’s a beautiful thing, and…

A year ago, Inside Out Theatre produced a play called Manuscript, which was about, among other things, how secrets tend to destroy people. Then came Brian Friel’s profound The Faith Healer, about the spectacular disintegration of two people who thought they loved each other. And then, in November, came the…

Like other seminal punk bands of the late 1970’s, Miami’s The Eat used their bizarre and seedy cityscape to pen brilliantly satirical song lyrics. So, if the Ramones had 53rd & 3rd and Rockaway Beach, The Eat had Hialeah, corrupt cops, manatees, the Mariel boatlift, and communist radio. The Eat…

Good news for anatomy-lovers: You’ve spent your fair share of time in the sand, studying the bikini-clad human body. Now it’s time to shun those UV rays and ogle bods in a more socially acceptable way, because 73 bronze sculptures by Edgar Degas have popped up in Boca Raton. These…

Lent begins Wednesday. That means 40 days of reviving and then maintaining those New Year’s resolutions that you’ve already abandoned. Whatever you give up this year, be it booze, babes, or burritos, you’re going to want a little feast before the fast. Nobody appreciates this lust for abundance like Bill’s…

Rocket Boots: You’ve wanted them since you were a kid, if only some brilliant inventor would conquer the technical challenges of defying gravity in a safe, fun, easy to use way — then you could finally soar like the superhero you are. For all you know, that’s exactly what the…

You’re all set for your romantic date night – you’ve got a bottle of half-way decent Sauvignon Blanc icing down and an Al Green record sitting standby on the turntable, and you’re warming up the fondue maker your grandmother gave you last Christmas. But then it hits you: Shit! You…

Has the work week got you down? Are you sick and tired of feeling sick and tired? Getting annoyed with co-workers telling you how to act, what to believe in, and who to vote for? Are you looking for a way to eliminate that suppressed anger filling your brain everyday?…

In the 1980’s, Bobcat Goldthwait became an American stand-up comedy icon with a stage persona that was part anxiety-attack, part rabies infection — and totally funny. Screaming, howling, and snorting his way through his routines, you couldn’t help but wonder what drugs he was on — and how long it…

Beer purists know that there is no such thing as bad beer, only better beer. Think of it like the alcoholic version of the Circle of Life: Each place has a beer, each beer has a place. Every brew, from the pure and golden Fin du Monde to skunky, watered-down…

Listen: Unless your yearly salary is in the very-high six figures, don’t bother seeing Suite Surrender. There’s no need. It’s not bad, it’s not good, it’s not something you’ll remember a week or even a day later. It is the comedic equivalent of a rice cake, a bowl of miso…

There’s a point at which every fad overstays its welcome. Could it be that Guitar Hero is already just a sour note from being booed out of America’s living room? For evidence, look no further than the plethora of GH cash-in products hawked at this month’s Consumer Electronics Show in…

There’s an old axiom that governs just about any artistic career: You’re only as good as your last work. For musicians, you could have a prolific rise, but a shitty last album/tour can pretty much seal your fate (we’re looking at you, Replacements). Same goes for writers – if you…

When dance club Roxanne’s on Main in Oakland Park closed shop last year after a mysterious electrical fire, Broward’s only hip-hop weekly went with it. Yep, the Breaks was great while it lasted – it gave fans of true-school hop a joint to call their own, as well as a…

Dipping into 1950’s-1960’s era nostalgia for artistic reasons can be a tricky business. If referenced poorly, you come off looking like a puffy Elvis impersonator at a Holiday Inn banquet hall, serving up covers from Hawaii between prime rib dinners. But if your nostalgia is nurtured and cultivated correctly, you…