We ranted. We raved. We rhapsodized. We ralphed. Then, on the eve of City Pages' 25th anniversary, we sorted through decades of our carefully penned arts criticism, and found we had done something else: We lied. What follows are excepts from reviews written by staffers and freelancers with brief explanations as to why they were horribly, shockingly, embarrassingly wrong. Of course, such lapses in judgment are rare... More >>>