Entertainment
The ambassadors of Mexico
At around 11 a.m. local time on Sept. 19, residents of Mexico City methodically filed out of office buildings, homes and restaurants — wherever...
The future is black
The Denver hip-hop trio BLKHRTS is seeing that some people are having a hard time trying to classify the type of music they make. The music is dark and aggressive and influenced by industrial and punk rock like Joy Division and The Misfits. The trio, which consists ...
Studio savior
It’d be difficult not to hear an echo of Fleet Foxes shaggy Northwestern Pacific folk-pop or Elliott Smith’s strummy melancholia in the delicate chamber-folk beauty of Blind Pilot’s second album, We Are the Tide. The Portland sextet’s September release is a dramatic ...
Sentiment overshadowed by glitz
It is easy to watch Eat Pray Love, the pretty, languid film adaptation of Elizabeth Gilbert’s best-selling journal of self-discovery. Sun-drenched close-ups of asparagus drizzled just so on a plate next to very good-looking bread in Rome: aaaaah. A Balinese beach, ...
Cultural chasms and 90 miles of ocean
Though separated by a cavernous gulf of ideological and political differences, the distance between the United States and the island of Cuba is just 90 miles...
Taming of the bard
When you’re putting on a production of a classic play — already performed thousands of times — by a canonical playwright like Shakespeare, the devil’s in the details of the adaptation. For this summer’s production of King Lear by the Colorado Shakespeare Festival (...
Venturing off the pavement
WIlliam Matthews’ watercolor paintings show a predilection for cowboy hats and men astride horses, their faces rarely in view as they head out away from the viewer and into an open range. It’s a trick. It says “get on or get left behind...
Some candy talking
Scottish noise-saturated rock band The Jesus and Mary Chain set the London underground ablaze in the mid-80s with their confrontational, ear-splittingly loud and often...
Burning houses, debauchery and acid
It approaches the realm of impossibility to describe the sound that emanates from the band The Growlers. The amalgamation of genres sounds as though it shouldn’t exist: a combination of mellow reverb-filled surf rock, garage band guitar, country-folk and gypsy ...
