Posted by: detourmag on July 11, 2007 at 9:53 am

A midweek holiday. Man, talk about the death of productivity. And that’s before it got hotter than the surface of Venus outside. Here in Detroit, the 4th of July weekend began on Wednesday with a hungover barbecue, the sort of party that encourages the heroic consumption of red meat and various salads nestled in their plastic deli tubs, all washed down with Read more

Posted by: detourmag on July 3, 2007 at 8:31 pm

americabeatsoff.jpgOn Independence Day, Milwaukee has its Summerfest, and Chicago its Taste. The Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest is out on Coney Island, and there are 15 baseball games on the Major League schedule. Someone will certainly be drinking in LA – if you have rich friends, it’s a party in Malibu; if you’re weird or into yoga, it’s Topanga Days – and in Detroit, the Detour braintrust will be at CityFest, the usual Read more

Posted by: detourmag on June 18, 2007 at 11:13 am

Welcome To His Machine: How Jack White Controls The World

For Icky Thump, the White Stripes’ latest, Jack White dropped some ice cream cones in the hopper on top of the aging, coal-fueled Stripes-O-Matic that rests in a cobwebbed corner of his band’s practice space. Next he fed in three wilting Christmas trees donated by neighbors, his shiniest pair of shoes, a few Mexican prayer cards, metal shavings, some ruby slippers, and a black cowboy hat. Then he threw Read more

Posted by: detourmag on June 10, 2007 at 10:26 am

HeroandVillain.jpgThe action heroes didn’t die in a hail of depleted uranium ammunition fired by some foreign dictator’s door gunner. They just sagged unnoticed into late middle age, lending their star power to theme restaurant ventures and appearing occasionally in the dailies, usually behind a few more pounds and a gallon or two of tancream. They also ran for office, but that’s old Read more

Posted by: detourmag on June 1, 2007 at 4:59 am

DetourDoor.jpgWhen we were young and playing running bases in our Midwestern backyards, the only buzz that mattered was a shadowy, swarming murmur on the unseen horizon. “I heard they’re in, like, Mexico already,” the older know-it-all kid at the local skate ramp would Read more

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