Category Archives: Art

by Robert Latham It was the best 12 songs about insects I’ll probably hear all year. Really.

The Northwest Neighborhood Cultural Center, 6:30. You must go see this show before it is over. Go out the door. Now. Loose Quotes from Taylor Mac: ‘The easiest political act you ever made was buying a ticket to this show. … Continue reading →

Dickson is back and well-rested (well-paid, he asserts) with a whole new persona. He has ditched the go-getter title “A.C.” for Andrew and traded his dated business attire in for the uniform of the new economy creative professional – the … Continue reading →

Posted by Chloe Andrew Dickson presented his latest “PowerLogue”, entitled Sell Out, last night in the belly of the beast – the atrium at Wieden & Kennedy. Mr. Dickson, as persuasive as a televangelist selling used cars, was at ease … Continue reading →

Andrew Dickson is a Sell Out -posted by Patrick Alan Coleman Take a deep breath. Alright. I am egregiously conflicted about Andrew Dickson’s, Tony Robbins-esque, charismatic, power point onslaught: Sell Out. Yes, it is entertaining. Yes, Dickson’s an excellent performer … Continue reading →

…charmed the pants off of everyone at the Works, performing Share This Place. The players sat still, chamber-style, accompanied by Britta Johnson’s mesmerizing animations of insects created out of wire, light bulbs, eyeglasses bows, Lifesavers, et cetera. The songs are … Continue reading →

by Robert Latham I saw Reggie Watts last night, and met up with an old friend afterwards. “How was it?” she asked. I didn’t know what to say. I felt silly telling her that Watts was “really good,” because what … Continue reading →

Reggie Watts: Disinformation -posted by Patrick Alan Coleman I have a feeling that somewhere in Reggie Watts’ brain, the BBC got all up in the face of MTV. Paranoid AM Radio came in to break up the fracas but was … Continue reading →

With the intensely loud boom of an industrial elevator, the curtain springs open. This first impression of closely synchronized sound immediately creates an impression of control and narrative that continues throughout State of Heads. On an all-white stage bathed in … Continue reading →

Walking into the Corberry Press on Saturday, it felt more like I was entering the Someday Lounge than a local gallery. A stage awaits the performer, bathed in full spotlight. Behind it, a heavy velvet curtain commands the room until … Continue reading →