Review
Let’s hope The Sex Lives of College Girls is given a second season because, much like Sex Education, it is a reminder of the value of the real at a time Big Tech and others are trying to pull us into living and loving in the virtual.
A stunning indictment of homophobia, racism, and toxic masculinity, particularly among African Americans, Punch Me Up to the Gods holds a mirror up to America, a mirror before which many of us will not want to linger.
This disc highlights various, early-20th-century works inspired by the Kalevala, the Finnish creation epic. It is a fantastic demonstration of creative programming and invigorating orchestral performance.
At 80 years old, Bob Dylan sounds imperturbable and fierce.
Forget romance. Forget chemistry. Forget star-crossed lovers. At its heart, this Eurydice is concerned with the love between a father and a daughter.
Paul Muldoon is anxious to file dispatches from the front lines of Our Lives Now. That is one of the characteristics that separates him from most other poets writing today.
There were so many women artists here whose work surprises and delights. And the Wadsworth Atheneum’s decision to showcase them makes an important contribution to our evolving understanding of art and its history.
As serious a musician as he is, and as virtuosic as he can be, the naturally extroverted Christian McBride knows how to entertain, a talent generously evident in this live performance.
From the pounded opening bars of “Prove It All Night,” it’s revelatory to see a young, lithe Bruce Springsteen as he prowls his domain, cocks his guitar, and belts his impassioned vignettes of blue-collar struggles and dreams.
This is an invaluable gathering of interviews, an impressive excavation of institutional memory that not only recognizes the MFA’s grandeur but its many deficiencies as well.
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