Posts Tagged ‘show’

The Redwalls

The Show
A lot of burgeoning artists are fortunate enough to inherit their parents’ record collections and discover music they missed during its first go-around.

Dying with Dignity

In Jubilee’s new production, the only gray areas are in the characters’ psyches.
There’s no need for issuing “spoiler alerts” with a play titled A Lesson Before Dying.

Tasty Bits

Erik Tosten, founder of, a web site devoted to podcasts on local art galleries, served as curator for Gallery 414′s current show and used his personal tastes to choose the nine artists on display here.

This Old House

Even a stellar Stage West cast can’t redeem a hackneyed critical fave.
There’s not a bad seat in the house at the “Old Vic,” Stage West’s new, old digs at the industrial end of West Vickery Boulevard.

V-Day Roundup

Big Ticket
Valentine’s Day may be a creation of the retail sector to drive up sales during a slow period, but it has given rise to no shortage of entertainment options in Tarrant County this year.

Manhattan Express

The FWSO makes an impressive Carnegie Hall debut.

Cirkit of Mythos: SYNAPTIC SNAP!

The group of artists who call themselves Cirkit of Mythos have displayed before at TCC, UNT Artspace FW, and Dallas’ 500X.

Sierra Leone’s Refugee All-Stars

The Show
While many of us while away the hours worrying if our 401(k)s are diversified enough, people in the African nation of Sierra Leone are still dealing with the after-effects of a mindblowingly horrific civil war that ended in 2002.

Hidden Gold

And the Oscar goes to ... that guy. An analysis of the awards’ not-so-major categories.
Kristian Lin
The Oscar nominations came out this week, and for once the talk about who got the nods might actually be overshadowed by speculation about whether the writers’ strike will derail the show.


The spirit of ’64 gets a makeover at 414.
I must have been breathing heavy or something, because during the opening party last weekend for Tasty Bits, a group show at Gallery 414, the elderly gentleman whose gray noggin and hunched shoulders obscured my view of a certa...