There is life (and good theatre) beyond the tkts booth.
I could see it coming. It started in their bellies, worked its way into their hands and feet, and finally made its way to their eyes.
Suggestions for drowning out the ever-present strains of Mannheim Steamroller.
Hank Williams’s daughter, Jett, and a new collection of his music force a revaluation of the legend of “that lovesick blues boy.”
The independent music world seems to be shrugging off the cynicism and fighting snark with two very different weapons: sincere folk-based orchestration and digitally futuristic innovation.
A thoughtful reflection on Andrew Peterson’s recent online concert celebrating the release of his latest album, “Counting Stars.”
But on that day, on that plane, someone else was choosing what came next in my ears.
What a world of solemn thought their monody—or polyphony—or even cacophony—compels! Still your dither for a few moments and listen.
To face where the music is coming from each other, having to somehow find an unspoken connection with another human being, provided me a moment of clarity that I’m not sure I had ever felt.