Lyric Stage dug up a long, lost musical from the great creator of Guys and Dolls. But is Pleasures and Palaces a real pleasure? Or just another walking dead from the Broadway crypt?

For 2013, we’re looking forward to a whole series of things from the North Texas arts community, and we begin with Lyric Stage presenting a ‘lost’ musical by the great Frank Loesser — the genius behind Guys and Dolls. Quite the opportunity.

Head off into the long weekend with some special Roundup items about a Dallas indie filmmaker nabbing an award, a former Dallas actress snagging a Broadway role and a new film print of a documentary that captures a Fort Worth jazz great in a once-spaced-out setting.

Yes, the puppets are naughty. Yes, it’s an adult spoof of Sesame Street. But why Avenue Q works so well – and works so well in Theatre 3′s basement space – is about more than just goggle eyes and gay jokes.

Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson is the South Park of rock musicals: rollicking, irreverent, completely profane and more than a bit of a mess. But in its area premiere, it’s also a bold move by Theatre Three.

Unlike Spring Awakening, American Idiot was built for big houses like the Winspear. The Broadway musical packs a visual wallop to match Green Day’s pop-punk thunder. Trouble is, wallop and thunder is mostly all we get.

Heading into the weekend with the Friday Roundup, we get some pronunciation help on the 19th century’s master of the melodrama, jazzy stuff at the DMA, sharing sisters between Fort Worth and Dallas — and more!

Like a college grad who’s moved back in with his parents, the funny, foul-mouthed puppets of the Broadway hit Avenue Q will find a home downstairs at Theatre Three. And they may stay awhile.

There’s sixty years of history behind Giant,, the big-budget musical opening at the Dallas Theater Center. When it came out, Edna Ferber’s novel angered many Texans. Four years later, the movie version became Warner Brothers’ biggest hit. It always helps if you make us look like Elizabeth Taylor or James Dean.

With generally positive reviews. But no word on Dallas’ own Cedric Neal, alas.