July 15, 2010 |
ST. ANDREWS, Scotland ? So, let me see if I've got this straight? I'm staying in a dormitory room at St. Salvatore's Hall that dates back to at least the Stone Age. And sleeping on a bed that I'll fall out of if I roll over. Without a television to call my very own, even though if I had one it would only get maybe two channels remotely worth trying to watch. There's no bathroom, either. My living quarters only contains a sink. The good news is, the communal bathroom/shower that you're sharing with who knows how many others is right next door.
July 14, 2010 |
ST. ANDREWS, Scotland - OK, so I'm a little more than halfway through my 2-week sojourn across the British Isles, and my tummy is beginning to think that maybe my throat got slit. And it's perfectly understandable. I've experienced this before. It's not pretty. There are many, many things to like about this country, most of which have to do with trying to hit a little white ball around gorse bushes and over burns, through 40 mph winds. It's what they probably do best over here.
July 12, 2010 |
OGMORE BY THE SEA, Wales - So, how do you feel about sheep dung? Because that's basically the dilemma I had to deal with, on my way to St. Andrews, Scotland, for the 139th Open Championship. Actually, though, it wasn't really a problem. I was on the third leg of a four-stop golfing expedition through Wales. Hey, it can't be all work. The good folks from Wales convinced me that their country was worth the effort, especially for those who only associated it with Tom Jones and Ian Woosnam (I realize there's somebody else I'm forgetting)
September 10, 2009 |
Steve Powers, pouffy brown hair springing from the top of his head like a sheaf of wheat, is in his element: El trains rattling along Market Street in West Philly, horns honking below, broad brick walls rising and falling across the cityscape - canvases from the past, ready to be used again. Back in the '80s, Powers - whose tag was ESPO - painted these same walls, these rooftops and gritty towers, carrying on a decades-long Philadelphia tradition of street art. And in the '90s, the city just as resolutely painted it all over.
January 29, 2008 |
Super Bowl Week is filled with plenty of unique scenes that have nothing to do with football. Each day leading up to the big game, the Daily News will share our writers' unique view of the scene with our readers in "Postcards from Glendale. " Here is today's installment: GLENDALE, AZ. - "The Real Miss Brady" was wearing a sort of Halloween costume wedding dress, white silk but miniskirt length, stockings and garters above red high heels, and a lacy trousseau billowing above her raven-colored hair.
April 23, 2007 |
As Dominick Argento's Postcard from Morocco began in its latest Curtis Opera Theatre production Friday, one could simultaneously wonder what moved anybody to produce it, and, in the nonsensical, contradictory spirit of the piece, why it's not produced more. The plotless opera with everyday people not making conventional sense was fashionably artsy in decades past. Now lacking novelty (and with quirks that look tired), the opera leaves you waiting at length for other elements to emerge until there's a fatter payoff than you imagined, from the piece itself, the production, and mostly excellent Curtis musicians conducted by Rossen Milanov.
April 4, 2007 |
The "musician as visual artist" is not a new phenomenon. But no musician who has dabbled in oils has had the prolific artistic life and career of Mark Mothersbaugh. Though known first for Devo - the jerkily revolutionary '70s avant-electronic ensemble that topped pop charts in the '80s - Mothersbaugh, working from Mutato Muzika, his L.A.-based production facilities, has scored and created music for hundreds of films, television shows, video games and commercials: The Royal Tenenbaums, Pee-wee's Playhouse, Sims2, ads for Apple Computers.
September 3, 2006 |
Everyone has one. And if you say you don't, well, that just means you're better at keeping yours quiet than other people are. A secret. A shame. A story to tell. The All-American Rejects sing about their own dirty little one. A print ad aims to lure buyers with the promise that the model will share hers. Now Philadelphians are spilling theirs. Hundreds of collected confessions - written on anything from toilet paper to postcards, scrawled with pens or pencils or markers, crafted both from the heart and as pranks - are on display at the 3rd Street Gallery, on Second Street in Old City.