Review
Over the decades, James Lee Burke has built up a distinctive and glorious body of work, and “Don’t Forget Me, Little Bessie” is a notable addition to the canon and possibly his most comprehensive.
What our planet needs now is the reincarnation of a writer who, while combing through the nooks and crannies of society for painful truths, uses depictions of the present to demand future changes.
Overall, this is a satisfying production of a turn-of-the-century play that still underlines enduring economic inequity.
Let’s look at a fresh crop of collections by poets who are either born and raised or have made their homes in NOLA, stopping to admire the architecture and the scope, the heft and the breadth of their lines.
Viewing the art while strolling along the Muddy River gives city-dwellers and visitors a reason to linger and enjoy one of the city’s oldest and most beautiful open spaces.
The challenge for the Boston Pops in this program is obvious: combining the structure of orchestral music with the improvisational nature of Garcia’s work. On Tuesday, the pairing of rock band and orchestra proved to be uneven, groovy interludes interlaced with tentative patches.
Denis Kozhukin is an inspired guide to music geared toward young players by Sergei Prokofiev and Tchaikovsky; Cleveland Orchestra and Franz Welser-Möst serve up mixed rewards in performances of symphonies by Julius Eastman and Tchaikovsky.
Impish, absurd, and entertaining, “Pavements” tosses the musical biopic into a counterfactual blender.
I don’t know anything quite like Mehmet Ali Sanlikol’s Turko-jazz playing. (I invented the term.) I am glad it’s here for us to enjoy.
Here’s a look at the – pardon the expression – ins and outs of a very specialized industry, a story about coming of age in Boston’s long-gone Combat Zone.
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