Sherman Alexie is an American Indian novelist. A filmmaker. A poet. A basketball activist. A stand-up comedian. Just don’t call him a wimpy liberal. “There’s nothing that irritates me more than a wimpy liberal,” Alexie told Go! in a phone interview last week.
It was only fitting that Tayla Lynn start her singing career with “Honky Tonk Girl.” The song was one of the first recordings by her grandmother — Loretta Lynn — long before she became the “First Lady of Country Music.” “She started her career out in Bellingham,” Tayla said in a phone interview from a Nashville recording studio. “She lived there 15 years and she wrote ‘Honky Tonk Girl’ out there.”
“Divergent,” the latest outcast-teen-battles-The System thriller, is similar enough to “The Hunger Games” that hardcore Katniss fans may dismiss it. But it’s a more streamlined film, with a love story with genuine heat and deaths with genuine pathos.
Mike Hughes of East Wenatchee is in a race to launch a career in electronic dance music. Hughes, known as DJ Arkyt, is a contestant in burn Residency 2014, a global DJ competition on Facebook: https://apps.facebook.com/burnresidency.
The wildlife biologist who loves to sketch birds, plants and animals in her field journal. The hiker who keeps a journal of her ascents all over the world. The psychologist who pounds silver and strings beads into jewelry sets. But are they artists? There was a time when they would have answered no. Then, they found Julia Cameron’s “The Artist’s Way,” a guidebook on evoking creativity.
Director Paul Atwood knew he’d found the right play when only half of the Wenatchee High School students he talked to knew of Helen Keller, a deaf, blind and mute woman who became a prolific author and political activist in the 1900s. A stage drama of Keller’s childhood, “The Miracle Worker,” opens Wednesday at Wenatchee High School. Based on actual events, the play chronicles the breakthroughs of a young teacher, Annie Sullivan, as she bringing communication and discipline into the life of a once-wild and angry girl.
We should all be so lucky as to live in a world designed, peopled and manipulated by Wes Anderson. His latest film, “The Grand Budapest Hotel,” is a dark, daft and deft triumph of design details. From the purple velvet with red piping hotel uniforms to the drinks, colognes and artwork of Europe between the World Wars, Anderson ensconces his eccentric characters and us in a time of baroque, imaginary 4-star hotels run on what used to pass for 4-star service.
Nearly 50 years ago, the band Chicago set out to live outside of rock ‘n’ roll’s four-sided box — guitar, bass, drums and vocals. Horns took the lead, melding rock with jazz, classical and soul with hits like, “Questions 67 and 68” and “Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?” Even for a band considered revolutionary by some, Chicago has put up a surprising number of “firsts” in the last two months.
It was too much to hope that someone with Gerard Butler’s charismatic, bellowing swagger would be around for the sequel, “300: Rise of an Empire.” His Leonidas and his oiled-down eight-pack are sorely missed, as are the quotable quatrains of that famous fight, the Spartan trash talk that sings through the ages. So many Persian arrows will rain on them that they will “blot out the sun”? “Then we shall fight in the shade.” There’s nothing that moving in “Rise of an Empire,” a more visually stunning but less thrilling ...