Music
Whom can we thank at the Boston Symphony Orchestra for choosing James Carter to be the featured saxophone soloist in March 23’s concert at Symphony Hall?
A 1962 concert performance from Radio Italiana, now on CD, shows how delightful Wagner can sound without barking and slow wobbles.
The Flesh Eaters have returned with renewed vitality, after it hit some troughs and sputtered to a near stop.
The disc is manna for lovers of assertive electric guitar, played by one of today’s top practitioners, in an unadorned trio setting.
Overall, Juliana Hatfield’s Weird is closer to good than to great.
The BSO recently announced an extension to artistic partner Thomas Adès’s contract. It is lucky to have him. So are the rest of us.
“It’s not a concert about despair,” observes Joel Cohen, “there’s a lot of festive music in it.”
Trumpeter Jason Palmer’s mastery is of the unimposing kind, which this piano-less quartet seamlessly reflects.
Anniversaries are both the bane and the lifeblood of the classical music industry as, for better or worse, three new box sets remind.
1917 was an important year, but perhaps not important enough to justify the sweeping title of the book.
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