Review
Octavio Solis’ Quixote Nuevo, is a genial, and very American, riff on Don Quixote.
The Boston Philharmonic Youth Orchestra’s first appearance of the season presented canonical selections without a hint of complacency or apathy.
The Brit-born iteration of mind-expansion music — from Syd Barrett onward — favors clever wordplay and musical accessibility.
Waves is a plea for mutual understanding, for acts of grace that transcend race, age, gender, and social status.
For all its cinematic zest and superb acting, The Irishman offers a bleak demonstration of what happens when you sell your soul for too little.
The charmed trifecta of John Adams, Yuja Wang, and Gustavo Dudamel produced a hit, at least to this Boston audience.
Jack Taylor has always been a version of the reluctant detective, but now he seems more impotent than ever — distracted, beat down, and very tired.
There’s no doubt that the Japan-born composer/pianist/bandleader Satoro Fujii is one of the most prolific recording artists of her time.
Watershed is an unadorned but stunning addition to the offerings at the deCordoba Sculpture Park and Museum.
Marianne is one of the slickest horror series I’ve seen on Netflix.
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