While I like to think that popular opinion has never really held sway over my generally rabble-rousing sense of perspective, what functions as my peanut gallery – a group of…
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My legion of die-hard readers – hey now, save your snickering and allow a vociferous blogger at least one fantasy, all right? – may very well remember my premiere red…
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The subjective mind is a slippery, squirrelly critter, y’know? Let me put it this-a-way: when broken down the barest of essence, everythang can be explained in terms of mathematics. However,…
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As I was driving to The Umlauf Sculpture Garden and Museum yesterday in my 1997 Subaru (restored, for all intents and purposes, faithfully and lovingly by mis amigos at Go…
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I studied film at Northwestern University in the early ‘90s, and my first screenwriting teacher was a semi-embittersweetened morsel of a countercultural retiree who encouraged all of us to create…
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Around Christmas time of 1988, in the middle of my white, clean and neat senior year at Westlake High School, I discovered the first Fugazi EP at The Sound Exchange…
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Just recently, Domy Books – Lower East Austin (?)’s newest and most entertaining playground to us grown-up kids that revel in fanzines, dirty pictures, in-depth chronicles of what starched shirts…
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Fluent-Collaborative’s Testsite 09.3 – Common Sense Sheila Pepe & Elizabeth Dunbar May 31st – July 5th Question: Is there anything that a lifelong lover of rock and…
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Ethan Azarian – Paintings On the walls of The Blue Dahlia Bistro Through June Excuse the brief detour into the culinary arts, dear reader, as it must…
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Tony Nozero ‘Word’ Continental Club Gallery Prior to this showing of paintings, my knowledge of Nozero’s artistic ability was happily limited to the fantastic racket he used to make with…
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As always in the Hill Country this time of year, the overwhelming majority of the citizenry in these parts overdoes it in some form or fashion during the Memorial Day…
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Because my social circle is undoubtedly and deeply populated with those knuckledragging, chauvinistic types otherwise known as musicians – yes, I’m incriminating my own kind in this post,…
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Until five years ago, my knowledge of Big Bend National Park and its neighboring and still proudly unincorporated Terlingua, Texas, amounted to a middle school memory of the…
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Forever a sucker for the melody and rhythm of all things onomatopoetic, I was intrigued when my mention of an afternoon visit to the downtown AMOA earned a deflated yet…
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In the spirit of diving headfirst into the waters of drastic change, my initial foray into Austin, Texas’ world of fine art began at The Lora Reynolds Gallery in mid-March,…