Saturday night was a star-studded affair, with Patti LuPone and Kristin Chenoweth performing. Fine folks like Tracy and Jill Rowlett (pictured) attended. Jeanne Prejean has a more official recap of the party over on SweetCharity, and Tim posted a recap as well.Â I’m just the girl who’s posting the link to our party pics.
You can read the full release for yourself after the jump. But the Performing Arts Center folks are guessing 45,000 people showed up yesterday, raising the DMN‘s published number of 25,000. Of course, no one really knows, which is why I’m officially putting the number at 500,000.
Here’s the deal: Brad Oldham, one half of the duo that brought us Traveling Man, is now working on a piece for longtime DSO donor and subscriber Faye Briggs. Briggs was at the DSO today to go through its library and chose a score that will act as the DNA of a 7-foot sculpture, an artist’s rendering of which you see here.
(Full disclosure: the only reason I’m posting this is so that the next time I play basketball with Brad, he’ll go easy on me. Oh, and I figure the more famous he gets, the more my wife’s engagement ring will be worth.)
Krista, I hate piling on a person or an agency when they’re down, but I’ve got another big bone to pick with DART. Here it is: Like a good little fledgling urbanite, I vowed to make a habit of taking the light rail from home to our new downtown offices–and did so last week. The upshot? The very first day I parked the family vehicle at the White Rock transit station–less than a mile from our house in Merriman Park–criminals ripped away at the passenger-door lock, ransacked the car and made off with a bunch of stuff, including the entire center-console bin. This, after I’d parked outside our house in our driveway every night for the last 9-plus years–and never had the car touched once. Now, I’m aware this sign looms over the White Rock park and ride facility: “Not Responsible for Theft or Damage to Vehicles.” But I’m sorry; that ain’t good enough. Why shouldn’t DART have to secure its parking facilities for its paying customers? Until it does, I’m staying off their trains and out of their lots.
Apparently FrontBurner isn’t alone in having a slow day following the action-packed Arts Center/Texas-OU/Komen Race/State Fair weekend. The Plano Star-Courier wants you to know that Plano city leaders definitively prefer mustard on their corn dogs.
I can tolerate the taste of mustard, but prefer not to have it in my mouth. So I’ve always been a ketchup man. Does that give me away as a non-native Texan?
It’s not what the article is really about, but Malcolm Gladwell’s ketchup piece from the New Yorker in 2004 establishes firmly why the tomato-based condiment (at least in the form perfected by Heinz)Â is objectively superior to mustard.
Hip-hop pioneer Russell Simmons brought his unique spin on business, politics, race, religion and philanthropy to Texas this past weekend. Friday night he appeared at Matthew Trent Jewelry for his Diamond Empowerment Fund nonprofit; Saturday he was in Houston for a meeting of his Hip-Hop Summit Action Network. Before the Trent event (pictured: Simmons and an admirer there), we sat down with the controversial Def Jam Records/Phat Farm clothing founder for a provocative, wide-ranging–and lengthy–Q&A. Among the topics discussed: Simmons’ latest business ventures, the state of race relations in the U.S., why he’s a big fan of Minister Louis Farrakhan–and what Barack Obama could learn about being president from George W. Bush.
I ran into the good professor Spiegelman yesterday in the Arts District. He was just leaving a performance at the DSO and was aglow (as always). His observations on the day:
The gorgeous weather cooperated with various artistic enterprises at the giant civic open house yesterday at the AT&T Performing Arts Center. There must have been tens of thousands of people spilling in and out of all the Arts District’s venues. It was a carnival atmosphere. No — even better — it was a great manifestation of democracy in action. Walt Whitman would have felt at home. People lined up in front of the Wyly and waited patiently for an hour (or more?) for their chance to take a 10-minute tour. Kids frolicked in the little water element in front of the Winspear. At Booker T, students performed for friends and families. The DSO gave a brilliant and moving interpretation of Beethoven’s Ninth. I couldn’t even get into the Nasher.
For the first time in almost 40 years of living in Dallas, I finally had the sense that I was living in a CITY instead of a vast sprawling network of suburbs. I doubt that there have ever been so many people gathered together here for something that was neither a rock concert nor a sports event.
A good time, as I believe the old cliche has it, was had by all. Certainly by me. But it’s a good thing I didn’t have to find a bathroom anywhere, or some food. I heard of difficulties in those two departments.
1. Highland Park ISD’s enrollment increased this year. Not unusual, right? Well, it kind of is. They’re seeing more students coming in at the fifth through eighth grade levels–and most of those kids are transferring in from private schools. But relax. Not everyone’s gone poor! In fact, David Baker, director of admission and financial aid at St. Mark’s, wants you to know that not only did he recieve more applications than ever this year, St. Mark’s also has more students enrolled than ever. So there.
2. Also in not-poor news, it appears that this was a record breaker of a weekend at the Texas State Fair. People spent about $6.4 on coupons this weekend. That’s a whole lot of corny dogs.
3. Not everyone was eating fried butter this weekend. Approximately 25,000 people visited our new AT&T Performing Arts Center yesterday. Patrons took tours of the new Wyly Theater and the Winspear Opera House, enjoyed a number of live performances, and checked out local museums–and all of it was free! My favorite quote from this Dallas Morning News piece about the day comes from Tray Mingle, who after learning about the DCPA’s $354-million price tag, says this: “Well, it’s gorgeous. This is no time to count pennies.” Recession, Dallas has no time for you, sir.