In September, "Derrick Adams: Live and in Color," opened at the Tilton Gallery in Manhattan. I sat down with Adams in Brooklyn, to talk about his work and career trajectory.
Some stories deserve to be retold; with it breeds new life, purpose and most importantly understanding. It makes the process that much more magical -- an indelible piece of our history, if not in the physical, the mental and emotional.
"I am the greatest!" Who can forget the cocky trademark phrase that was delivered by the most endearing boxer of all time? Retracing Muhammad Ali's vibrant life is an opportunity for audiences to reexamine American history.
As we go through life, the economy ebbs and flows. You work hard. You bring home a paycheck. You pay your bills. Hopefully you have money saved for retirement.
If you think Kardashian media coverage has reached critical mass and will end, think again. If you think the U.S. congress's public opinion polls coul...
If it's true that great minds think alike, it may be equally true that minds a notch or two below great also think alike.
Continuing into his junior year of high school, Hammer began delving into self-help books, esoteric philosophies and music speaking about overcoming obstacles, which really sparked his idea for +Bands.
I am but a mild-mannered botanist -- and certainly more of a lover than a fighter. But after a decade of studying the unusual sexual habits of "bush tomatoes" in the northern Australian wilds, my voyeurism may have finally caught up with me.
Mike Tyson's last appearance in the gloved game was in 2005. After seven years he is ready to return to the ring -- not as a combatant but as a promoter.
"Many of you may be wondering what a brain-damaged ear-biting fool like me is doing up here doing a one man show... hell, I wonder that myself every time I come out here..." It's a great ice-breaker.
The successful opening-night extravaganza and successive string of sold out performances point us to a stirring symbiotic secret: Broadway needed Mike Tyson as much as Mike Tyson needed Broadway.
It's hard to decide which was the worst part about last night's SVU: the decision to cast convicted rapist Mike Tyson as a rape victim, or a storyline so convoluted it had the entire NYPD Special Victims Unit working to exonerate the Ohio prisoner he portrayed.
Today, Elvis would be on Celebrity Rehab, Marilyn Monroe would be in yoga class and Dirty Harry would bring along a SWAT team. We need new icons to emulate as the twenty-teens roll on.
The Red Sox are not for sale. So says ownership in denying a Fox Business report that the team is being shopped around.
Spike Lee has done it again but for the first time, it's on Broadway and the kind of LIVE! I have never before experienced. Mike Tyson was real, as real as he always is because that's who he is.
As another convicted criminal comes to Broadway tonight, I wonder about the role theatre plays, as therapy, as career, as vehicle. Can people transcend their past, can they come to terms with it, and will audiences accept them if they do? Or are we always in the jury box, dozens upon dozens of angry men and women all, rendering our own particular verdict?