Music
There’s not much about the blues that Paul Rishell, 68, and Annie Raines, 48, don’t know or can’t play.
There was an easy depth to the music, if such is possible, as if the musicians were digging in hard, but with the relaxed assurance that comes of a shared vision.
One marvels at Bill Frisell’s improvisations, which can be both surprising and songful.
Benjamin Zander, who’s led some distinctly fine concerts in recent years, drew the best out of his band.
The members of this trio seem to have preternatural access to each other’s musical thoughts.
The Verona Quartet is certainly worth watching, above all for the intimate way in which they communicate with each other and with the audience.
I’ve never run across music like this and never had even a platonic notion of what such a hybrid would sound like.
Here we are more than a year into the tumultuous Trump era, and we have not seen a revival of angry punk or righteous folk.
It’s hard to sit through these six masterpieces and not feel, for the moment, that life is really good.
It was supposed to be an evening of sheer virtuosity, and that’s what it was.
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