Entertainment

Punketry versus Jazzetry: A poetic battle for the ages

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Punketry versus Jazzetry. Either you know what it is or you don’t. If you do, you’re probably a poet — and not just any...

Staying human with Michael Franti

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It’s Election Day, Nov. 6, 2018, and it feels serendipitous to get the chance to talk with Michael Franti about his new documentary, Stay...

Violinist Midori comes to Boulder as a concerto soloist and much,...

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Sometimes a soloist is more than a soloist. The next concert of the Boulder Philharmonic features the violinist Midori Goto (who performs under the mononym...

Exploring boldly

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When Adam Vicarel first moved to Colorado with big dreams and an empty wallet, he thought he’d made a huge mistake. It was the...

The world comes to DFF

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The 41st Denver Film Festival brings together more than 300 shorts and feature films from Oct. 31–Nov. 11. Sure, there are bound to be...

focus

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where was the attention span placed? look under the rubble the distracted clutter of mind is hiding there somewhere it would have remembered to call if the blue jay...

Erik Deutsch splits the difference

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"I was kind of off the jam scene for almost 15 years,” reflects Erik Deutsch on his current stint as keyboardist for Leftover Salmon....

A lesson in unintended consequences

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“What about the ROUS?” “Rodents of unusual size? I don’t think they exist.” — Princess Buttercup and Westley in The Princess Bride Bad news Westley, they...

‘West Side Story’: 61 years old and still as relevant as...

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Leonard Bernstein’s West Side Story opened on Broadway just over 61 years ago — Sept. 26, 1957 — but for Leigh Holman, the story...

The last dance

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Dusk fell outside the Bustop Gentlemen’s Club on Broadway at the far edge of north Boulder. Skye, a Bustop regular dressed in a miniskirt...

‘Breathe like you are giving birth’

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Paper Cut, the new play by Andrew Rosendorf, produced by Boulder’s Local Theater Company, ends with two men on a beach, one fallen into...

The failure in our living

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Dying where we stand, slouched, our eyes closed, hands covering our ears, one could almost imagine the world has stopped revolving, a silent protest against our collective indifference of the rot...