Posts
“Hoppers”‘ climax is a valuable reminder that none of us — from mammal to ant — are safe from the fury of a Mother Nature we have badly wronged.
Kris Davis appeared with her current trio of acoustic bassist Robert Hurst and drummer Johnathan Blake, a simpatico unit that clearly responds to both the pianist’s genre-pushing forms and spontaneous sense of adventure.
Sliding back and forth between the past and the present, “Eating Ashes” paints a gritty, emotional, and forceful vision of a family traumatized by disconnection.
Gary Lippman’s latest offering is the least classifiable of his books so far. It’s an inventive assemblage of fiction, historical anecdotes, autobiography, authorial meditations (and advice), quotes, song lyrics, and literary allusions.
Fun may seem like a relative term for a singer who performs fragile, melancholy songs in dim stage light and doesn’t allow photographers, though cell phones rose like stars in her galaxy to record videos.
Looks at new music from Joel Ross, Al Foster, John Vanore & Abstract Truth, Tomeka Reid Quartet, and John Ellis & Double Wide.
Stealing the future and concealing the theft — capitalism’s method, which, according to this well-argued book, is incompatible with sustaining the global climate and democracy.
The film’s intellectual friskiness is everywhere, and at times it takes centerstage at the expense of the story.
“Achieving some sort of balance is key; to capture the heart and soul of who we are, and to present that on our stages, so that we continually challenge audiences and surprise ourselves.”
This week’s poem: Jillian Boger’s “I Never Learned How to Speak”
Recent Comments