Noah's portrait is, in a way, a portrait of both of us. It is the expression of the experience of meeting him and feeling totally connected to him. We feel alike in so many ways. It was natural that Noah would be doing my portrait as well.
Originally brought to America through tours presenting traditional European operas, to the vaudeville interpretation, and the simultaneous development of jazz, blues, and musical theater, opera in America has searched for its own identity.
Carter's death has brought about a number of hagiographic articles confirming his stature as one of the greatest American composers of the latter half of the 20th century. He finds approval and embraces from some of our finest conductors and performers.
'Tis the season for awards nominations, and rightfully, The Impossible made the grade for its leading lady, Naomi Watts -- but a crucial element of movie making that stirs the audience's soul but all too often goes unmentioned is sound and score.
A funny thing has happened in recent years. With the U.S. in a recession, the question is whether changing tides will see more cultural influence emanating from the East. In many ways, Hong Kong has epitomizes the changes in global arts and culture.
Quite often it is the energy and life of the city that inspires me to write, but sometimes it's just too hard to invent a new melody when "Oh Danny Boy" on the bagpipes is the only thing you're hearing.
At classical music concerts, there are a great many "clap here, not there" cloak-and-dagger protocols to abide by. if I could clap when clapping felt needed, laugh when it was funny, what would that be like?
Composer and pianist Timothy Andres's take on the subject of demigods in art is far removed from conventional Romanticism: "We like to imagine that our artists have this kind of divine inspiration. I think if they say they do, they're probably having you on," says Andres.
I was expecting something unpredictable early in 2007, when I made my way to Gleason's Gym in Brooklyn to watch the iconoclastic classical musicians and composers known as the International Street Cannibals mix it up with some young boxers.
It's Saturday morning, and I've got the radio tuned to a classical music station. I want to hear Vivaldi or Mozart or Bach, and instead I am hearing two wonks discussing the minutiae of musical performance.