Review
It was as if the pianists were performing in a small drawing room for a few friends, not at Jordan Hall.
The Lodge suggests that our money, social privilege, and carefully-crafted stability are not enough to keep the wolves from the door, or to protect us from the dangers that lurk indoors.
There’s hardly a minute in this hour-long show that isn’t stirred by singing, clapping, stomping, and drumming.
The band has tackled the Trump era with an urgent political edge on two recent albums that have surely lost them a share of good ’ole boys who were part of earlier audiences.
Composer Steve Lampert wrote “Zigsaw” at the request of saxophonist Noah Preminger, whose group recorded it for one of 2019’s most provocative albums.
At times, Zombi Child successfully hovers between spooky documentary and an art house coming-of-age film.
Pauline Kael capitalized on counterculture snobbery, the pecking order of the oh-so enlightened.
As my second wave feminist companion said as we left the theater, “That was hilarious. And I am SO ANGRY.”
From the first page of Martha Ackmann’s new book on Emily Dickinson, you know you’re reading something entirely different.

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