Boy, Oh, Boy Who doesn’t know of Boy George? He’s an icon who eludes concrete description. Ever-changing, multi-talented, hilarious and incredibly honest. We spoke with the legend in anticipation of his May 1 gig here DJing for the NYC vs. Dallas party at Liquid. Should I call you Boy or…
My reformation started about a month ago. It was around that time that one of our reporters–whom I respect a great deal because he’s a fantastic writer who’s won more awards than I knew existed–advised me to be careful. He lauded my ability but cautioned me to be more judicious…
Funny Guys in Fezzes Refusing care is not the answer: I cannot believe the naïveté that Jim Schutze displayed with the article on Ron Anderson and the Parkland hospital issues with Cynthia Comparin (“Die, Poor People, Die!, April 22). If Dr. Anderson had been the one turning people out at…
Four decades of James Bond films have proven that I must die now. Ive seen all the secret plans, uncovered facts and figures. I now know how the evil geniuses in Frisco plan to take over the world; i.e., I know too much. So this is where the needlessly complicated…
Few entrepreneurial journeys in Dallas have been as unusual as Monica Greene’s. Working in many of Dallas’ finest and most popular restaurants through the 1980s and early ’90s as Eduardo Greene, she personified the quintessential host: gracious, savvy and acutely tuned to the social complexion of the dining room. As…
Usually, Buzz is wary about weighing in on workplace strife. See, Buzz has a history of, ah–how exactly would the company lawyer prefer we put this?–a history of explaining ourself loudly and forcefully to co-workers. Truth be told, Buzz has, on several occasions during the past decade and a half,…
Playing Coy “It’s not easy to play a woman,” playwright Charles Ludlam once observed. “I often think it must be hard for a woman to play a woman.” Dallas actor Coy Covington would agree. He’s been donning hip pads and heavy pancake for women’s roles for a decade. But don’t…
What a Dildo Cover it up: Thank you for bringing us this wonderful cover (“Sex Toy Story,” by Glenna Whitley, April 8). My child was impressed when we passed by it as it was so proudly displayed. But I’m quick–when he asked me what it was, I said it was…
Rancher James Fuqua fancies himself a soothsayer. In 1997, a rainy year, Fuqua surveyed the sprawling fields of green grass near his West Texas ranch in Quanah and smelled impending peril. The uneasiness prompted him to increase his water supplies and buy every blade of hay he could get his…
Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene, who fled to France with their child and founded a secret royal dynasty after he died on the cross. Since 33 A.D., church fathers have tried to cover this up because they must rid the world of the sacred feminine or, in other words,…
When we last visited the hamlet of Burleson–in last week’s cover story, “Sex Toy Story” by Glenna Whitley–the big question on many minds was whether Chris and Joanne Webb are “swingers.” In a just world, the only answer required would be “none of your damn business, Bub,” but this is…
The first time Kevin Ellis tried skeleton racing, he felt sure. He knew, after five days of lessons, how to make his sled turn and how not to crash into the ice walls or get seriously injured. He had been instructed on his footwork at the gate and the importance…
Bad Vibrations Takes the cake: The cover story of your April 8 issue is very tasteless and not funny (“Sex Toy Story,” by Glenna Whitley, April 8). While I am no prude, I think that your picture on the cover with Joanne Webb giggling and holding a cake with a…
You may never march for a cause, picket your employer or talk back to authorities. You may not even have an opinion of your own. You might prefer the company of TiVo, live in Highland Park and vote Republican. You are still being monitored. It isn’t just the police who…
We’re not a big fan of parties and festivals here at Buzz, and not because we’re misanthropic. Well, not solely because we’re misanthropic. We also happen to believe that organized group festivities are generally a bad idea. Nearly every story we’ve heard of wildly inappropriate or dangerous behavior–getting way too…
Godspeed, Goodspeed The turning point in the career of 29-year-old singer-actress Sheran Goodspeed-Keyton came in college. Now starring in the title role in Jubilee Theatre’s production of Bessie Smith: Empress of the Blues (playing at the Fort Worth theater through April 18), Goodspeed-Keyton commands the stage with a gospel-powered voice…
At some point, without anyone formally notifying us, the Mavs shifted from one of Dallas’ more stable teams to its most capricious. The Rangers are rotting, and the Cowboys have Jerry Jones (and now Keyshawn) to make Valley Ranch feel like a bad afternoon soap, but the Mavericks have been…
Kleenex Cops Underqualified, thank God: Before I became a police officer for the city of Richardson in 1981, I spent four years as a reserve police officer with the Dallas Police Department (“Disposable Cops,” by Jim Schutze, April 1). When I decided to become a regular police officer, I was…
When they got the tip, Chris and Joanne Webb looked at each other in panic. The couple had learned that police in Burleson–a town of 25,000 in Johnson County, 14 miles south of downtown Fort Worth–had issued a warrant for Joanne’s arrest. But while a lawyer negotiated Joanne’s surrender, the…
The Commerce Casino is no place for Mom and Pop Kansas to stop on their way to Los Angeles, which lies just a few minutes south on the freeway. Keep driving down to Disneyland; make sure that family Truckster doesn’t find itself veering toward the off ramp. Don’t pull over…
Temperatures have hit the 80-degree mark, which means that Dallas has become a giant, squalid stink fest. Wafting high above the jasmine and hyacinths, above the odoriferous co-workers with deodorant breakthrough and the urine-baked buildings downtown is the Godzilla of offensive smells: dog waste. Highland Park matrons with their shih…
Last week Jim Schutze wrote about open-records guru Russell Fish getting booted from his apartment for speaking up at a management-sponsored crime meeting (“Scapegoats,” March 25). Fish got steamed and walked out when he discovered that the so-called Crime Watch meeting at Celery Stalk Apartments in North Dallas was really…
