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(10/12/06 4:00am)
The time of ages past is nigh upon us. Prepare thyself for a rapturous adventure, one of brutish lords and scallywag knaves, of ribald jest and divine combat, of beasts and nymphs and ... standstill traffic?
(09/28/06 4:00am)
A lot of things can change in 10 years.
(09/25/06 4:00am)
"Spartina: A Myriad of Grasses" and
"A Lifetime Reverence for Wood"
Showing through Oct. 1
Zenith Gallery
413 7th Street, NW
Free admission
Grade: A
(04/27/06 4:00am)
I think its time for me to get a haircut.
(04/10/06 4:00am)
Attention to all appropriate personnel:
(03/27/06 5:00am)
Retro doesn't go as far as it used to in music nowadays. The overabundance of bands who are content with simply repackaging musical archetypes for unsuspecting audiences has taken credibility away from forward-minded musicians looking to the past for inspiration.
(03/23/06 5:00am)
Time seems so endless yet passes so quickly. Like the poet Ovid wrote, "Tempis Fugit" - time flies.
(03/02/06 5:00am)
District residents and suburban castaways, rejoice: it appears that Washington has finally arrived. Bust out those debutante gowns; this is the grand coming out party. After years of wallowing in obscurity and square-ness, D.C. has hit the big time. And to who do us simple, bucolic metropolitanites owe thanks for such an honor? American Apparel.
(02/16/06 5:00am)
The hip-hop world has seen its fair share of tragedy during its short and often tumultuous history. Now, it continues to feel the gripping pain of loss, as the music community mourns the death of acclaimed producer and musician Jay Dee a.k.a. J Dilla. Born James Yancey, Dee passed away Feb. 10 as a result of complications from lupus, the disease he had been fighting since around 2003. He was 32.
(02/16/06 5:00am)
I was hunting at a friend's ranch in Texas the other day when a funny thing happened. While engaged in shooting quail, I accidentally shot...two gay cowboys in the midst of furtively expressing their forbidden love. I know it wasn't my fault, so I don't feel there is any reason to show remorse, or to let my adoring public know about the events that transpired (besides issuing this brief statement explaining my lack of culpability, of course).
(02/02/06 5:00am)
Imagine listening to a seasoned jazz musician rip into a bebop solo so sizzling and smooth it makes your senses tingle. Close your eyes and play along. Try and picture the sweat bouncing off the performer like the notes that leap through the air. See if you can hear the mesmerizing melodies go up and down, bringing you through joy and sadness, taking your emotions on a sensory experience unlike any other. Now picture that musician and his beloved instrument: His voice.
(02/02/06 5:00am)
I have a dirty secret. It's insidious and indecent, reprehensible and revolting. It's ... well, I suppose it's not that bad. Those attributions were more for color than anything else. To be concise, I basically take some sort of depraved enjoyment out of regularly perusing the Washington, D.C. Craigslist singles postings.
(11/03/05 5:00am)
Whatever happened to D.C. funk? That banging, bass thumping, conga-pounding groove that used to permeate out of second story balconies and basement windows. Has it gone to nostalgia like the purity and social impact of mainstream hip-hop, only to be replaced by flavorless chunks of preservative filled, radio-friendly fluff? It's a tough question to address, but it's one to which the hip-hop band-turned-musical collective Ishlab has an answer.