Review
Ruby Rose Fox’s artistic/political mission with Salt is clear: the singer wants to look back at and revamp the radicalism of the ’60s.
It is heart-warming that, in these “worst of times,” playwrights like Carey Crim are working quietly to give us a look at new beginnings with humor and tenderness and hope.
There are no missteps on this disc. Buster Williams and company make all the complications swing, mightily.
Being able to comfortably shift gears between “high” and “low” culture is one of the easiest ways in which a contemporary critic can gain the reader’s trust.
So who knows where the time goes? Sadly, it only goes in one direction. But the past can be gracefully revived.
L. M. Brown has also written poetry, and she brings some of that lyrical know-how to her promising first novel.
A quartet of standout movies, the best of the just ended Provincetown Film Festival.
The privilege Edith Wharton’s characters swim in has not disappeared. If anything, it’s expanded farther into the social stratosphere.
Nancy is mystifying, but in this case the inexplicable has its fascinations.
Jazz Commentary: Greg Hopkins Big Band at Ryles — Whither Big Bands?
At this time in the Boston jazz scene, there are no ongoing spaces for big bands and, predictably, the number of such ensembles has shrunk.
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