Tiny notes from our busy local arts scene
You can’t get something for nothing; there’s always a catch. Haven’t we all been brought up to know this is…
Some dinner, no dreams.
Seven-inch salute
Performer K. Brian Neel is no schizo, but he’s got multiple personalities.
You live, you learn. Last week I said some terrible things about Her Holiness Clay Aiken, and already I’ve learned…
It’s been just over a year since I last sat down with the Lord and his son for a cozy…
Richard Chamberlain came out of the closet last week; I must call my grandmother and make sure she’s OK. I’m…
Weeks after it opened, the influence of Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ is still being felt. According to…
Sometimes you can be moving complacently through your usual routine when a piece of writing grabs you by the collar…
Hairspray provides a musical bridge over John Waters.
I wish I’d been the plainspoken genius who labeled the Academy Awards broadcast “the gay Super Bowl.” You can call…
Don’t-miss gifts for the stark, raving homosexual
The ’60s are a laughing matter at the Rep.
And the walls come crumbling down.
Dropping trou
Another man’s famine
Staring into the mirror of the Matthew Shepard tragedy.
From there to here
The real deal
