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It's safe to say most artists go through their careers without putting down the blueprint for a new musical style. George Clinton has done it twice, first as the mad scientist behind Parliament and Funkadelic, and again when Dr. Dre flipped old P-Funk samples into the sound that came to define West Coast hip hop in the 1990s. Clinton remains in high demand today, appearing for a track on one of this year's most critically acclaimed albums, Kendrick Lamar's To Pimp a Butterfly. His fashion and his credo--PG version: "Free your mind, and the rest will follow"--have only contributed to his reputation as the funkiest man on the planet.
Stan Lee, and names from behind-the-scenes and big screens of all things even tangentially related to comic books--from the glossy print to the Disney blockbusters--will be at this massive convention. Cosplayers get a chance to strut their stuff, and a number of celebrity panels and other events are planned for this year's festivities.
This series of performances sees the Texas Ballet Theater taking on a tried-and-true crowd-pleaser along with two pieces that may signify a bold new step for the dance troupe. Rubies is a jazzy, Stravinsky-scored one-act knockout known for bedazzling audiences and exhausting dancers. Jiri Kylian's Petite Mort is a different beast altogether, combining the sexuality and death implied by the French euphemism it is named for. The main event, however, is the world premiere of a piece choreographed by former Royal Ballet Company member Jonathan Watkins, with the production tailored to fit the North Texas ballet group.
The Rude Mechs, Austin's gonzo theater collective, shuns the idea of a lone playwright and develops its own shows in a broadly communal fashion. Sharing the creative slow cooker lends itself well to an anarchic production like Stop Hitting Yourself, which is billed as a satire of the excesses of late capitalism featuring a queso fountain and a forest-dwelling character named Wildman. If Occupy Wall Street and Monty Python collaborated on a play, it might look something like this.
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