At the urging of my wife, Sue, who got into the 21st century when it actually started, I exchanged my dumbphone for a smartphone. And it cost me only 99 cents.
This fall the San Francisco Opera revived its 1997 production of Rigoletto. Featuring Michael Yeargan's handsome sets (inspired by Giorgio de Chirico) and Constance Hoffman's impressive period costumes, the opera has been double cast to gain maximum stage time.
There I was, trying to find a hook that could unite my thoughts about curious solo turns when I came across a headline on The Huffington Post that screamed: "Watch: Justin Bieber Pukes Onstage."
Every body needs a buddy. That buddy may come in the form of a coroner who is totally dedicated to his work or a mortician who loves the smell of formaldehyde.
One of my favorite tracks on k.d. lang's new album is the opener, "I Confess," which sounds like Brill Building meets country, meets...okay, I'll shut up now, k.d. lang has the rest.