We're at SXSW, so this week's column is a day late and a dollar short.
When The Lights Go Down In The City
When The Lights Go Down In The City
Our concert picks for the week of 5/12-5/18.
We Read The Weeklies
…so we can accidentally hit people as we struggle to turn the pages while standing on BART! (sorry, neighbor.)
Last week's cham-peen, the Guardian! Guess what the Guardian's worked up about? You'll never guess: PG&E! Also, an article providing a nice contrast to the Chron's unrelentingly pro-Newsom article series, about people falling through the cracks under Care Not Cash. Cover article: soldiers coming back from Iraq with post-traumatic stress disorder (well, sure). Annalee Newitz misses Joss Whedon. Sonic Reducer hated the new Lindsay Lohan album. Hooray For Anything got stuck directing traffic on Valencia this evening so no wank of the week.
And to apologize for their absence over the past few weeks, the East Bay Express. Bottom Feeder gives some follow-up on the Stanford law student who became a prostitute and married one of the co-founders to Ask Jeeves.com. Apparently the law student was turned in to the IRS for tax evasion by Stone Cold Steve Austin's ex-girlfriend. A needle exchange group does one of those naked calendars to raise money. Is it just us or is that naked calendar thing getting kind of played out? People are getting botulism from a dirty batch of black tar heroin. Cover article: the dude who started dailykos.com (hey, did you hear there were a lot of bloggers covering the presidental election?). Places selling gingerbread houses, written up like real estate ads (FSBO). And hell yeah, a Jim Henson tribute band (the Dead Hensons) playing "upbeat hits" from Sesame Street, the Muppet Show, Fraggle Rock, and the Dark Crystal. (All together! One two three four five, six seven eight nine ten, eleven tweeeeeeeelve! The band notes that the funky guitar part in that song is actually kind of hard to play).
The Weekly and the pick of the week, after the jump (let's all say it together: sorry, no Metro this week.)
When I Was Your Age, Movies Were Called Plays.
Okay, five words: "Princess Bride, The Play." Sure, that's only four words, but we think the fifth word, OMFG, is implied. (So, nine words total. Whatever.) At The Dark Room Theatre, Impossible Productions (the group that brought us stage versions of Reservoir Dogs, Dr. Strangelove, and Clue) seems to be attempting to live up to its name: you can't deny that you're curious about how they'll pull it off. The Fire Swamp...Andre The Giant...The Cliffs of Insanity...all that jousting - can they do that on stage? Without them, what are you left with? Well, a really awesome plot, actually, so whether or not they've got killer rodents, the idea's got a lot of potential. Will it work? There's only one way to find out: tickets are $12.50 online, or $15 at the door. Curtain goes up December 3, 4, 5, 10, 11, 12, 17, 18 and 19. For their next adaptation, we humbly request that Impossible Productions team up with The Odeon Muppetational and The Dead Hensons to recreate The Muppet Movie.

