I stared at the pieces of the Wall. Twenty-five marks for a small piece of cement with remnants of spray-paint on it. I wanted to celebrate freedom and I wanted to have a little piece of something that had meant so much to me.
I want to offer a few general thoughts about music - what we call classical music and what it actually is - free of politics and free of esthetic evaluations--and the latter frequently acting as a mask for the former.
The single most spectacular dance number on view at the moment -- and it won't be for long; get there fast -- erupts in the second act of On Your Toes, the current Encores! series entry at City Center.