There's a splendid, self-sufficient egoism in being young. Closed about with unearned affection from parents who will love you no matter how selfishly or casually you behave, you're free to indulge independence and individualism.
Flitting around Europe to report on art events this Fall threw up evening opportunities to enjoy opera on either side of what was once the Iron Curtain.
To my childhood ears, her voice was deafeningly penetrating, almost like a howling, but to the public it was simply magic.
As twilight descends on Wagner's bicentenary, Australia has unveiled the final Ring cycle of the year. It is the first time Opera Australia has tackled the work, and it has staged it not in the iconic Sydney Opera House, where the problematic pit is too small to accommodate the massive orchestra needed, but in Melbourne.
Only the English seem incapable of acknowledging the brilliance of one of our own without trying to rummage about in his life for something innocent that can be twisted into an all-consuming fault. In fact, it sounds faintly homophobic, as though we still can't have a national treasure who was gay.
It has been said that though the "educational" kids' concert is merely a symptom of the general malaise in programming and concert presentation in the main orchestral season. It seems to be down to asking what audience and audience development do we want?
William Weaver, the American dean of modern Italian literature, died last Tuesday in Rhinebeck, New York. Weaver ('Bill' to friends) was a musicologis...
We could talk about the confusing, ambitious but misguided mess that is Marlane Meyer's play The Patron Saint Of Sea Monsters. Or we could talk about the actors that all manage to find some humor and heart throughout this disorienting show.
In a city where culture is rather nascent and there is no rich history of the arts, it's exciting to see parents educating their teens to appreciate the nuances of Verdi's masterpiece.
My friend and collaborator Seamus Heaney was buried two months ago. It seemed particularly cruel to me that we would lose a poetic giant in a time when the need for a return to language seems to be vital to the future of humanity.
You might shake your head at this grim piece of history and then be comforted that those hate-driven persecutions were rooted in a primitive bygone era. But think again.
I was recently in Chicago for a weekend, passing through from engagement to engagement. I love Chicago for its arts and culture, architecture and the compact and walkable downtown arts area.
The Metropolitan Opera returned its controversial production of Puccini's Tosca to the stage last night with Patricia Racette in the title role and Ro...
How is an opera like the Chevy Impala? In both cases, the Michigan Opera Theater and Chevy can do everything right, offer their customers a wonderful product. And, still, people do not come to buy.
Fun Home the book is cool and removed as it analyzes Alison Bechdel's memories and her father from various stages in Bechdel's life. Fun Home the musical is more like her father: remote and hard to like.
Are we witnessing a major transition in the arts from regional organizations to fewer mega-organizations with the sophistication to mount large scale productions, to market them well and to raise large sums of money?