When a stranger runs up to you and steals your watch, you’ve been mugged. When David Blaine chats you up, and is then holding your watch in his hand, you’ve experienced illusion! It’s an important distinction to understand if you’re going to see Blaine tonight at the Winspear Opera House;…
Here at Mixmaster we love two things: 1.) the Arts, and 2.) bargains. Next Wednesday you better buy a cowgirl hat and hold the hell on to it because those two things are colliding. It’s gonna be big. Actually, it’s going to be Giant. Dallas Theater Center’s highly-anticipated stage adaptation…
I want theme music. More specifically, I want it composed by James Newton Howard. His soundtracks brought empathy for a hardened street worker in Pretty Woman, caused our skin to chill and prickle in The Sixth Sense, and sent us shooting through Gotham in The Dark Night. A true savant,…
This previously adored Louis Vuitton train case sparks exotic escape fantasies. After all, it would only look better if fluffed out, filled with carefully selected frocks for an impassioned weekend getaway. Sure, you could use a smaller bag on a two-day pass, but why on earth would you? This massive…
Start stretching now. This Friday and Saturday Dallas’ most limber fight it out for a pretty giant prize: a coveted spot on So You Think You Can Dance. Are you still on the fence about auditioning? No worries, we got you. Here are five reasons why you should (or shouldn’t)…
The Observer is looking for local freelance writers for this here arts and culture blog, The Mixmaster. Specifically, we’re scouting for: Art Critic/Columnist: We’re looking for someone to contribute regular criticism and commentary on visual arts on a freelance basis. You’ll need a passion for and background in visual arts…
Dallas burlesque fans scored some action Friday night when long-standing performers The Lollie Bombs shook their money makers. And we’ve got the pictures to prove it…
Is your kitchen underdone? Is your wet bar dry of inspiration? Dolly Python has you covered…
Never underestimate the power of a well-placed flip of nipple tassel. That’s what my grandmother always told me, anyway. Grandpa always looked so happy … It’s okay if you don’t have the shimmy to shake or if your trunk junk drags deep. Burlesque is about celebrating what you got: You…
Celebrity and consumerism build the flavor base for Decade of Aggression, the new exhibit by Austin street artist, Failure. Continue on to witness Failure’s gritty world of nipples and gas masks…
Someday you’ll have a voice-recognition robot maid and she will treat you like her own, circuit-rich offspring. She’ll bake you motherboard cookies (so crunchy), and awkwardly fix your hair with her giant, clunky, loving claws. She’ll even read you the important feeds off of Twitter and Facebook while you’re in…
A popular perception is that a clean comedian is a boring comedian. That if you’re not in a constant state of duck-and-cover to avoid plummeting f-bombs, then you’re living in a less interesting, or dated, comedic sphere. Jake Johannsen breaks from that convention by replacing lascivious material with neuroses —…
Nothing says “Forever” like extinction. Remember when Atlanta housewife Cynthia Bailey got married underneath that menacing T-Rex skeleton in season three? Cameras cut to attendees whispers: “Isn’t this is a terrible omen?” Now you, the commoner, can also face forever under the looming eye (sockets) of raptors, stegosaurus, and other,…
Being new to a city brings with it certain challenges: Learning Dallas street names, only to have them turn on you moments later. Identifying the strange, elemental metal flavor in the tap water (current suspect: the rarely noted Ruthenium). And of course, the most pressing: meeting like-minded folks. Book clubs…
Those smug clowns have it all figured out: If someone looks pouty, they slap them in the face with a pie. If the rest of the world operated like that, it would be a better one. Less wallowing. More pie. BAM! Universal joy. While Lone Star Circus School doesn’t offer…
A special connection with a soccer ball. How it felt when he left you alone, in front of your locker, with only your Mead 5 Star to catch your tears. Justin Bieber’s eyes. Nothing is off limits when it comes to youth poetry. Now in its 16th year, “Express Yourself”…
Oh Link, we understand that your wifi reception is positively shit in those dungeons, but while you were putzing around with flutes and bows EVERYONE IN DALLAS beat you to Zelda tickets. Oh, the irony. Yep, the Dallas Symphony performs “The Legend of Zelda: Symphony of the Goddess” to a…
Experiencing the world around you shouldn’t be the stuff of resolutions, and yet we stay so content within the inertia of routine. Wake up. Make coffee. Car. Job. Sit. Flavorless lunch. Swallow it. Job. Car. More food. More sit. It’s human nature to lust after order, but when we fall…
Are you an artist searching for that perfect, unbuffable wall (aka: The Holy Grail of graff writers)? How about putting your name on something permanent by taking your skill set indoors? Your mom would be so proud…Local graffiti art collective, Gallery Bomb, is experimenting with new Dallas talent. The crew…
Has proper wooing taken a backseat to filling your gas tank? Has dinner out devolved into off-brand mac ‘n’ cheese night? Has your undershirt become your “sexy shirt?” Darling, that’s no way to live.The Dallas Symphony wants to readjust your idea of what is accessible for a proper date night…
Dearest Dallas, I’ve been watching you for quite some time. And if you don’t mind me sayin’, you look good. Real good. I like a city with an air of mystery; where every neighborhood mashes up its own definition of “culture.” You’ve got it in spades. It’s reflected in your…
When Elvis Perkins takes the stage, ladies swoon. He bears a scruffy resemblance to his father, Psycho star Anthony Perkins, but his songs of alienation, heartbreak and emotional mending conjure up the poetic lyrics of Leonard Cohen. Elvis’ personal burden is public record; dad died of AIDS in ’92, and…
