The reflecting pond in front of the Winspear is a joy. In the summer? Kids will go nuts for this thing.
Blowhard David Sanborn is right now tearing up the PAC. Great crowd. Multiple-ethnic. Multi-age. Good times.
Russell Simmons, the businessman, philanthropist and hip-hop impresario, has done a lot in his time to bridge America’s white/black racial divide. Now Simmons (pictured) is defending conservative commentator Rush Limbaugh, who was just forced out of a bid to buy the NFL’s St. Louis Rams for allegedly making racist remarks on his popular radio show. “I don’t know, he should be able to buy” into the team, Simmons said in Dallas today. “Yeah–why not? I think it’s up to the players to play for him or not! I don’t think he was really making policy. Americans have a right to their own opinions.”
Simmons’ take was somewhat surprising, since it came just days after a piece he wrote for the Huffington Post ripped people like Limbaugh for their “nasty” and “hateful” views on things in general. “One thing I think I did wrong in that article, I said ‘fearful and angry people like Rush Limbaugh and Glenn Beck.’ I wish I hadn’t done that,” Simmons said today. “Because I’m friends with [FOX honchos] Rupert Murdoch and Roger Ailes, too. I think they’re wonderful guys and they have an opinion. I think some of it–their choices–are based a little more on fear; that’s my opinion. Some of what they believe is important and useful, and it’s different from what I believe, and more important and useful than my views on certain subjects.”
Simmons was in town for a pre-event reception tonight for Dallas Rocks, a Nov. 14 fundraiser here for his Diamond Empowerment Fund nonprofit, which benefits African communities where diamonds are a natural resource.
Krista and I just returned from the luncheon and talk given by Norman Foster at the Nasher. He said a few things of note about his Winspear Opera House, but the real action was at our table, whereat were seated Marion and Nash Flores and Kevin Moriarty. We discussed fashion, drinking in downtown, and rock and roll. Notes after the jump.
Listmania seems to have finally gotten to Forbes. According to this one, Dallas-Fort Worth is the second best “recession-proof” city to retire in. Atlanta is first, Tampa is third, Houston is fourth, and Austin and St. Louis (St. Louis?) are tied for fifth.
First, I question the use of the term “recession-proof.” Dallas may have been hit less dramatically than some other metro areas, but that hardly means we haven’t been hit at all.
Secondly, and more confoundingly, if I’m retired, why do I care whether my city is suffering a recession? I mean, I’m retired, right? The national recession may affect my stocks, bonds, and real estate assets, but what has that got to do with where I live? If anything, doesn’t it mean there are more people are available to mow my lawn? Wouldn’t it drive labor and other costs down? In other words, wouldn’t a retired person rather live in a city that is experiencing a recession?
Willard Spiegelman already mentioned the performances of opera superstars Thomas Hampson and Denyse Graves at the AT&T Performing Arts Center ACT III Gala last night, but I wanted to praise the ballet element of the event. Christopher Wheeldon’s Morphoses ballet company blew me away. I’ve heard the dancing described as “dreamlike” before, and that’s exactly what the sequences seemed like, to me. The first act, a dance with just a male and female dancer, was so lovely and intimate and definitely different from any ballet I’d seen before (though admittedly, I haven’t seen much more than the Nutcracker). I loved the second (or third?) act with the men and women in tutus, which was whimsical, pretty, and a little bit funny. Overall, the dancing was the highlight of my evening.
I’ve also got a tip for people heading to ACT III tonight: have dinner or a drink at One Arts Plaza beforehand and valet your car there. It’s just a short walk and a much shorter valet line.
Apparently our humble publication is responsible for getting a man crosswise with the law. And it involves making out in a public park. After the jump, one of the best e-mails I’ve gotten in a while (name withheld to protect the relatively innocent):
D Magazine contributor and SMU professor Willard Spiegelman went to his first performance at the Winspear last night. Thomas Hampson and Denyse Graves performed. The good professor sends us this report:
The audience was all smiles and eagerness as its filed into the Winspear Opera House last night. Margaret McDermott was on the arm of Olivier Meslay of the DMA. Other local dignitaries and philanthropists were joined by ordinary people. A whole battalion of lanky women in spaghetti-strapped black dresses and headsets acted as ushers and crowd controllers.
The event was the kind of mixed bag that one often gets at fundraisers and celebrations. There were glitches. The streets were blocked off. The entrance to the theater is small and creates something of a bottleneck. Intimacy (a good thing) can blend into claustrophobia (a bad thing).
In the McDermott Hall itself, the new chandelier looked fabulous, the seats were comfortable, the sight lines excellent. Best of all, the acoustics made you realize as if for the first time how awful the Music Hall at Fair Park has been for the natural transmission of the human voice. Still, there were times when the orchestra (still getting used to the hall) overwhelmed Thomas Hampson and Denyse Graves; and poor Lord Foster, who tried to make his gracious remarks with a hand-held microphone, was less than audible and his words were garbled. He might have done better had he simply spoken with no amplification, in his street voice. Street voices are perfectly audible from the stage.
The stage proved itself capable of quick changes in backdrop and lighting, and equally hospitable to ballet (Christopher Wheeldon’s troupe, in various combinations), vocal solos and duets, and larger choral pieces.
The audience was delighted. The real test will be next week’s opening of Verdi’s Otello.
Allen has a minor league hockey team? And they have ice angels all their own?
They’re called the Allen Americans, the Central Hockey League affiliate of the Dallas Stars. Once upon a time I was the editor of the Allen American. I wonder if the newspaper’s parent company, Star Community Newspapers, is happy to have their name co-opted. I’m guessing they are.
Fox4 deserves a Thumbs Up for taking 5:39 minutes on Tuesday — a huge amount of time in a nightly newscast — to examine the Willingham case. Although he provides no new information. Ray obviously tilts to the seemingly unanimous opinion in Corsicana that Willingham was guilty, and so I found his report informative. I remain sceptical of the jury verdict and deeply suspicious of the reasons Rick Perry panicked at the idea of an honest airing of the evidence pro and con. Be that as it may, in devoting so much valuable airtime to the story, Fox4 did a public service. Here’s the segment:
1. June Jones is bringing in real mustangs to inspire his Mustangs. Some of the SMU faithful fear that the Shetland ponies that have served as the team’s mascots since 1932 will be crowded out. When it comes to the image of a fearsome football team, size matters, sure. But which dimensions should we be measuring? “The two mustangs that SMU has embraced may be larger, Peruna supporters admit, but they are geldings. Just how powerful can they be? Unlike them, Peruna remains a rollicking rogue with an eye for the full-sized mares.”
2. Time to pick tomorrow’s really big game. I expect my alma mater, Trinity University, to put a beatdown on Sewanee: University of the South, 42-10. (You likely remember my Tigers from this astounding play.) As for that little contest out in Fair Park? Sorry, Krista, I’ll take the Longhorns, 30-20.
3. Highland Park High School alumnus Clayton Kershaw got the Game 1 start for the Los Angeles Dodgers in the National League Championship Series last night. He started strong, but fell apart in the fifth inning. The Dodgers lost, 8-6. I blame the 21-year-old southpaw’s lackluster playoff beard.