Review
The sprawling cast — 30-plus players — under Michael Arden’s direction performs with verve; they deliver outstanding performances and have excellent singing chops.
Wes Montgomery and Joe Pass are master jazz guitarists who sound nothing alike.
Anybody at Tuesday’s show who thought the members of Kraftwerk were just punching buttons at their static posts while audiovisuals surged automatically would be mistaken.
Through it all, Deanna Raybourn’s quartet of females rely on the acuity and resourcefulness that has made the author’s other series characters both so memorable and beloved.
Navigating the clash between tradition and experimentation — they are often two vastly different artistic worlds — requires bold programming.
Ron Padgett’s “Pink Dust” proves that W.H. Auden was wrong — the nothing of poetry contains everything required to make a good (even heroic) life happen.
The sheepishly affable Trey Anastasio wisely focused on music, allowing him to play a broader representation of his repertoire across two hours and 25 minutes.
“Eephus” could’ve become a piece of conservative-leaning nostalgia but, to its credit, it refrains from making small-town sports great again.
Larry Robin is to Philadelphia what Allen Ginsberg is to Paterson, New Jersey. In short, he is beloved, far and wide.
Two astonishing books about the lives of Polish Jews who survived the Second World War or were born after the war.
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