Posts Tagged ‘time’
Local upstarts Fusion Records bring know-how and a murderer’s row of talent to the forefront of Fort Worth music.
To get where they are now, as the heads of a recently founded full-service indie label, twentysomethings Zaq Bell and Jarrett Vamvakidis have been through a lot of twists and turns, from local music to semi-pro baseball and a f...
A Texas playwright’s 1953 odyssey gets a spirited reading by Fort Worth Theatre.
The program for Fort Worth Theatre’s current revival of The Trip to Bountiful mentions at least three times that the city’s 53-year-old stage institution is “a community theater.”
ohnson County apologizes for horrendous treatment of a Cleburne woman.
On Oct. 25, 2005, Patsy Keifer, a homemaker from Cleburne, was picked up on suspicion of driving while under the influence and brought to the Johnson County jail.
Who says this latest Dr. Seuss adaptation doesn’t have its charms?
Parents, it’s time for another dreaded film adaptation of a beloved childhood book.
In today’s saturated music market, formula means everything. A flim-flam here or a stop-time there might be the difference between fame and obscurity. Most listeners, whether they’re aware of it or not, judge pop mu...
With her new album, sylph-like singer-songwriter April Geesbreght returns to good health — and music.
It’s been four years since singer-songwriter April Geesbreght released her last CD, the introspective, folk-inflected In Other Words.
Joe Kuban’s work and music have built an environmental legacy.
A teenager was just itching to set fire to Tandy Hills Park. But maybe there were other ways to destroy the trees.
Honey, the kid’s a shrink. This teen comedy turns complex issues into big laughs.
Charlie Bartlett was supposed to come out last August. (In fact, that’s when I first saw the movie.)
Though traditional C&W singer-songwriter Ginny Mac has just graduated from college, she’s old-school Old West.
Ginny Mac is a throwback of sorts. The slight, shy twentysomething Fort Worthian lives somewhere between her laptop and the vintage Western wear she finds at secondhand stores.
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.