Music
“It was an unusual time in music when the-powers-that-be were very hands-off. They left the art to the artists.”
Classic rock (which is really a radio format, not a musical genre) is a strange animal, which has spawned an audience that apparently cares more about hit songs and memories than about who’s actually onstage.
May Odyssey Opera continue gracing Boston’s opera scene for seasons to come with such delightful performances as this.
Rufus Wainwright is like that: unfiltered family love and dysfunction threaded through whammo pop tunes wrapped in the sequins of more than a little clear-to-those-who-know celebrity.
He knew what he wanted to do, he did it, and he took millions along for the ride.
Even by Widespread Panic’s intuitive standards, this was a fairly challenging show: The setlist seemed to favor their deeper, less outgoing material.
The Commonwealth Lyric Theater has again brought to the fore an underperformed, unfamiliar masterpiece well worth getting to know. Good for them and lucky for us.
Violinist Stefan Jackiw and pianist Anna Polonsky created another Rockport Music evening to remember.
The challenging viola part takes prominence in Shostakovich’s String Quartet no. 13, highlighting an essential yet oft-unsung voice of a string quartet.
There have been three pop LPs this year that I’ve really been digging: they are gloriously wacky.
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