AM or Bust

“Kreme, we’ve gotta check out Axis/Radius this Thursday,” the Jettster insists as I’m finishing off a plate of chocolate-chip brownies in my office. “DJ AM’s gonna be there and he’s like the hottest DJ on the planet right now.” “Yeah, he’s a big name,” I reply, brownie crumbs spilling. “But…

Crying Shame

On July 18, a cruel day in Phoenix when the temperature reached a record-tying 113 degrees, fire paramedics responded to an emergency call from a downtown apartment-dweller. The caller was a woman who lives at Ninth Avenue and Grant. She said a man was on the ground in her front…

Katrina’s Second Wind

Like other Valley residents glued to the nightly news in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, Kaydee Thomas saw how quickly and efficiently Governor Janet Napolitano worked to get Phoenix’s shipment of Gulf Coast evacuees into immediate housing around the city. “It was made so sunshiny and nice on television,” says…

Letters From the Issue of Thursday, October 6, 2005

Tearing Down the Walls Corrupt, sickening creep: Finally, after John Dougherty’s tireless reporting for the better part of five years, state and local authorities move in on Colorado City, Arizona! Never has anything been so eagerly awaited by right-thinking residents of Arizona and Utah (“Under Siege,” September 22). All I…

J. Edgar Arpaio

I really wanted to see Joe Arpaio get roasted on October 1, during an event to raise money for the Maricopa County Sheriff’s Office’s animal posse. I called the MCSO and asked how to buy tickets for the shindig. A posse man who identified himself only as Commander Tom told…

Bangin’ Blow-out

Less than an hour into our survey of the sprawling Scottsdale party palace Barcelona, and already Jett’s bent over with a black gent’s teeth in her pretty posterior. And sadly, that black gent ain’t me. It’s tamer than it sounds. The ambisexual Giselle of the PHX still has her jeans…

Warehouse of Wickedness

It’s sometime between 11 and midnight, and I’m seated at the bar of the “air patio” at e4 (www.e4-az.com), Scottsdale’s new epicenter of wickedness, a Vegas-style nightclub with four theme rooms based on the elements: fire, water, air and earth. Next to me is the devil in the flesh herself,…

Poker Faces

Bill Rudy takes a slurp of the melted ice and Coke at the bottom of his cup. He cradles his last 1,400 in chips, takes another peek at the pair of cards he’s been dealt, mumbles to himself, and then makes the call. “What the hell,” he announces, pushing all…

The Mystery Deepens

Hours after the bizarre death last December of the City of Phoenix’s chief financial officer, city officials blamed a brain parasite contracted in Mexico for his bizarre demise. Now, nine months of extensive testing have eliminated the possibility that such a parasite caused Kevin Keogh, 55, to crawl out the…

Haywire

In retrospect, it wasn’t exactly a brilliant move for an AIDS charity to bring on arch-conservative Congressman J.D. Hayworth as its partner. Hayworth, after all, has repeatedly refused to sponsor legislation that would prohibit workplace discrimination based on sexual orientation. In 2001, he voted to bar the District of Columbia…

Letters from the issue of Thursday, September 29, 2005

Girl-on-Girl Reaction Curious no longer: Your thesis on bi-curious women is something I’ve always observed, but I’ve never seen anything written about it before in the press (“The Vagina Dialogues,” Sarah Fenske, September 15). The fact is, women are almost always more attracted to other women’s bodies than to men’s…

Under Siege

Fundamentalist Mormon polygamists along the Arizona-Utah border are steeling themselves against law enforcement agencies coming at them from several fronts. Formidable eight-foot walls — built from blocks, wood and steel, and occasionally mounted with surveillance cameras — are under construction around the homes of many of the followers of Warren…

Storm Troopers

Elton Bush loves Arizona. He’s not too fond of his ironic namesake, the president, for taking his time mobilizing the guard while Elton and his wife waited for a helicopter on the interstate for three days. He’s also not too happy with the mayor of New Orleans, for not having…

Letters

Funny Business A “Wonderful Russ” sighting: Really great article on the Valley’s comedy scene (“Jokers Wild,” Jimmy Magahern, September 8)! When I saw the cover of New Times, I just had to read this, having personally done standup comedy a decade ago. Dan Mer still knows better than everyone else…

SuperMix Saturday

“Jesus H. Christ on a crutch!” I cry as I ease our whip a block south of the downtown Phoenix arts venue .anti_space at 815 West Madison Street. “It looks like a freakin’ Rob Zombie flick down here.” “Oh, Kreme, they’re just crackheads,” sputters the J-unit, pooh-poohing my dismay at…

The Vagina Dialogues

Jen Sincero was having the best sex of her life. And while that should have been cause for celebration, it wasn’t quite that simple. After all, in the age of Oprah, you can’t simply live. You need explanation. Analysis. Most important, you need written assurance that your life choices fit…

Boy Joy

Six nights a week, Karamba is all about gay Latinos. But Fridays are more complicated. Friday nights, the club hosts Hot Pink!, a dance scene for the young and would-be fabulous. In most clubs, the women are the pretty ones, but the men here have picked up on the chicks’…

Bible Belted

On its face, the federal law safeguarding religious beliefs in the workplace is a simple one: Employers must make reasonable efforts to accommodate workers’ “sincerely held religious beliefs.” Beyond that, though, there’s really nothing simple about it. What’s a reasonable effort? What does it mean to “accommodate”? And really, what’s…

Letters

Night Galleries Or we could just be law-abiding: About your “T.G.I.F.” article (Benjamin Leatherman, September 1): I was on the Roosevelt strip on August 5 and saw the officers who seemed to be posted on every corner. I didn’t think anything of it because where people gather in the thousands,…

Jokers Wild

In a corner of a packed sports bar, beneath a neon Captain Morgan sign and a blank TV monitor, Erik Miller steps up to the mic and launches into his regular Friday night standup routine at Chilly Bombers Bar & Grill in northwest Phoenix. “Let’s keep it going for John…

Moore’s the Merrier

Maybe it was watching Tommy Lee get tutored by that hot blonde in Tommy Lee Goes to College that inspired us. Or maybe it was just cruising through Tempe the other day and noticing that all the fly Arizona State University chicks are back for fall. Or perhaps we were…

Letters

Base Balls Baseball stage parent: Robert Nelson drives home a timely parable on the over-parenting that is helping transform youth athletics into a modern-day Children’s Crusade. As a father who was once the worst kind of baseball stage parent, I couldn’t help but insert myself into the ego-driven thought processes…