Arts Roundup: Our Heads Hurt Edition
Happy Wednesday, D.C. Remember, as elated as you might still be from last night's Lady Gaga concert at the Verizon Center, it's probably best to change out of your latex costume before heading to work today, but funnier if you show up still in little monster dress. The Post's Chris Richards has the early recap — fake blood and flaming pianos abounded.
Coverage of the show was restricted by Gaga herself to print-only, though according to the locked-out TBD, the kids at Brightest Young Things managed to score a photo pass. BYT didn't have anything at the time of this post, but maybe they'll live up to the Twitter queen's demands and use the gallery to launch a new printed quarterly.
The Kennedy Center announced its list of honorees this year, much to the annoyance of WCP's Chris Klimek. Topping the list is Oprah Winfrey, who will presumably be recognized for
promoting junk science and vapid memoirs revolutionizing television. Also receiving a Kennedy Center award will be Merle Haggard, choreographer Bill T. Jones and Broadway composer Jerry Herman. Oh, and Paul McCartney, too. But wait! Wasn't Macca just here to insult the last president receive the Gershwin Prize for Popular Song? Klimek points out that most Kennedy Center Honors include at least one recipient more annoying than the others, and while Oprah certainly meets the description, I'd like to hear from him why Mel Brooks was last year's. WaPo has a rundown of some of the more difficult honorees, and while Mel might have been difficult to book, he's no Vladimir Horowitz.
The start date for the Washington portion of Transformers 3 is still undetermined according to the District's Office of Motion Picture and Television Development, but if you're a hopeful extra who likes to drive, get ready for your
shot at fame brush with death! Washingtonian's Alyssa Rosenberg, writing at TheAtlantic.com, suspects that the conditions that led to an extra at a Hammond, Ind. shoot wound up with a metal object "[slicing] through her skull" are de rigueur for Michael Bay.
In the department of fictional head injuries, WCP's Joe Warminsky saw Machete over the weekend and came away disappointed that there were too few decapitations. Warminsky seems to be OK with the overall body count, but the decapitation-to-murder rate is insufficient.
We've gone from the reigning queens of Twitter and television to bloody head wounds, so let's finish this on an upbeat note. Experimental folk-rockers Akron/Family play the Black Cat tonight at 8. So if your head is still hurting from Lady Gaga or Oprah or a movie stunt gone horribly wrong, prepare for, in the words of WCP Arts overlord Jonathan L. Fischer, "at least a glimpse of the light."