YellowUFO Presents!

Local media can’t stop buzzing about recent changes to the QC music scene. The vultures circle, hoping for death, while those of us with more than bird brains await the next ambitious, mission-driven project we’ve come to expect from this generation of entrepreneurs. Por ejemplo: YellowUFO is stepping out on Saturday (May 4) with the…

Naked and Screaming: An @mnhanson Exhibition

I never meant for any of this to happen. My 30s were supposed to pass in a windowless cube where I’d earn a modest salary with health insurance and maybe even a dental plan. Art would be a memory. Years into my uneventful employment, my co-workers would be scandalized when I got loose at a…

Kweku Collins is Coming to Save Us

In a fog of existential collapse, Kweku Collins is a beacon. He’s a good artist to find when you’ve been beaten down so hard by loss, pain, and despair that you can hardly move. He’ll get you to move – whether it’s through dance, creative inspiration, or just enough psychic energy for you to take one more blind swipe at joy.

Case in point: the title of this post. It makes the corner of my mouth turn up just a bit, and I’d hope a lyrically inventive rapper – with an experimental streak – like Collins would appreciate it.

Karen Meat on Pussy Pop, Gastro Chic, and ‘Space Ghost Coast to Coast’

We’ve all wondered what it would be like to have a slumber party with the cast of Rocky Horror, and now I know the answer. It’s almost exactly like the Karen Meat performance at New Ground Theatre early this August. Why am I just writing about it now? Because I spent most of that month mourning the…