Pasadena Weekly

1 day ago | pasadenaweekly.com | Laura Latzko

The Tony-Award-winning musical “Spamalot” captures moments from the 1975 film “Monty Python and the Holy Grail” but also brings its own flair, with a diva-like Guinevere, a glitzy Camelot that resembles Las Vegas and singing knights. The South Pasadena High School Drama production will be onstage from Friday, April 25, to Sunday, April 27. The drama club puts on plays and musicals each year.

1 week ago | pasadenaweekly.com | Ed Condran

Many artists have been influenced by Andy Warhol but few are as prolific and productive as Mark Mothersbaugh. The co-founder / lead vocalist and keyboardist of Devo is also a film composer, who has scored such films as “Rushmore,” “The Royal Tenenbaums” and “The Lego Movie.” Mothersbaugh is also a visual artist. “Andy Warhol was a big influence,” Mothersbaugh said while calling from his Laurel Canyon home. “What was most significant with Warhol is that the idea came first with him.

1 week ago | pasadenaweekly.com | Ellen Snortland

“When a clown moves into a palace, he doesn’t become a king; the palace instead becomes a circus.” — Turkish proverb. On a macro level, the world is aghast at our palace full of rogues, thieves, liars and nasty people, led by someone who probably has dementia or, at the very least, sociopathic levels of narcissism. On a micro level, the scorched communities of Altadena and the Palisades have our own clowns to contend with: capitalist scavengers.

1 week ago | pasadenaweekly.com | Ed Condran

Peggy Ebright wasn’t optimistic about the future of the Pasadena Playhouse in 1969. The Playhouse board member experienced the involuntary bankruptcy of the organization. “It didn’t look good for the Pasadena Playhouse then,” Ebright said. “The Playhouse struggled like theaters do and it was closed for a short time after the bankruptcy (in 1970).”But Ebright, who started working at the Pasadena Playhouse in 1963, and her colleagues found a way to resuscitate and keep the Playhouse alive.

2 weeks ago | pasadenaweekly.com | Ellen Snortland

We were sitting in our high-ceilinged living room, where I’d softened the clangy acoustics by hanging wall-to-wall drapes on one side and a gorgeous hand-knit bedspread on the other. A loud sound overhead startled me. “What are they doing up there, bowling with frozen turkeys?” I said. Ken said, “It’s ‘Mr. Lead Foot’ upstairs tromping around again. He’s starting at 6 a.m. now.”“I’ve had it with the constant noises above and outside our apartment, setting the dogs off.