Talk Radio Takes Aim at the Bad Guys
There’s a new player in town on the anti-crime and victims’ rights front, one that plans to tap the outrage of a fed-up citizenry through the power of talk radio. And it’s likely that politicians who don’t toe the prevailing party line on crime (that is, lock ’em up and…
Rudy T Drives the Lane
Last week, the videotape Clutch City, highlighting the Houston Rockets’ drive to the NBA throne, went on sale. Overshadowing its release, however, was the videotape of Rockets coach Rudy Tomjanovich’s 3 a.m. drive one week earlier through West University Place, the affluent suburban municipality known for its zealous enforcement of…
Letters
Melissa Matters In regards to Brad Tyer’s article “Flop Like an Eagle” [Pop Moment, July 14], I wonder why he failed to mention Grammy winning Melissa Etheridge, who was the opening act for the Eagles concert? I know several people who paid the $85 ticket price, and then left after…
Press Picks
thursday july 22 The Psychiatric Chemistry of Chocolate Harvey Rosenstock, M.D. explains it’s not quite all in your head. Find out, from a medical point of view, exactly what it is chocolate fiends are after when they spend the rent money on Godiva truffles or giant Nestle’s Crunch bars. Refreshments…
Hot Plate
Tempting Tapas It is 6:30 p.m. The freeway is an inferno. You’re hungry and out of sorts. Driving home to cook doesn’t sound too good right now; neither does tackling a full-scale restaurant meal. Solution: the gratifying tapas served in Americas’ wonderfully stagy bar. These small, savory plates of food…
The Boy Who Knew Too Much
The Client is such a dispiriting film that I find it hard to summon up the energy to write about it. My colleague on the restaurant beat doesn’t have to sweat out 750 words on the opening of a new Burger King, but here I am, visiting the newest addition…
The Church of the Immaculate Barbecue
The pilgrimage to the countryside in quest of barbecue is a sacred Texas ritual A never more so than when its goal is the New Zion Missionary Baptist Church on Huntsville’s sleepy south side. There, outside a rickety clapboard parish hall, three hulking barbecue pits belch apocalyptic clouds of smoke,…
Sadism by the Sea
What’s not to like in a musical in which a sadistic dentist wears motorcycle leathers, sniffs nitrous oxide like people inhale sinus medicine, sports a DA the envy of Elvis and, brandishing dubious drills, curls his upper lip to say, “When I start extracting those molars / You girls will…
Mother Love
Apparently your mother liks to spend her time in a horizontal position,” a doctor chides bedridden Susan in front of her home-from-college son Ray, who’s duly taken aback by the risque joke — not merely because his mother should have been up weeks ago, but because he fears the doctor…
Rockets Redux
Paranoid Houstonians such as yourself and myself may be forgiven for wondering if Clutch City (a phrase that, ohmigod, is starting to worm its way into my available vocabulary, replacing, perhaps, dialectical materialism), the NBA video that celebrates the life and times of the ’93-’94 Rockets, is, like Sports Illustrated’s…
Hot Sounds in the City
When you launch into a rpoject like a music awards, issues that have been lying disconnected throughout the course of the year come to the fore. In the process of celebrating and recognizing the musical life of the city, you find yourself in need of a coming-to-terms with just exactly…
Survival of the Strongest
It’s a Monday night at the Gold’s Gym at the Fuqua exit off 45 South, and Anthony Clark of Pasadena is inside, training with a little circle of powerlifters. All of the powerlifters look impressive, but even in this assemblage of muscle, Clark stands out. At five-feet-seven and 325 pounds,…