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My reviewing this movie is like Proust reviewing a tea-dipped madeleine, but I think even old Marcel could spot when bits of the sponge cake were stale or too soggy.
Mother Nature provided singular and poetic assistance during Sunday’s afternoon outing at Tanglewood.
It’s difficult to say if Steve Forbert sounds youthful now or if he has long since fully grown into his always expressive and distinctive voice. Or both.
It would be hard to name another successful artist so passionately demeaned by the music press.
“The Heron’s Flight” is, in many ways, a hopeful antidote for the fear generated by these difficult times.
This piquantly enjoyable docufiction emphasizes how movie spectatorship encourages empathy and understanding.
The Museum of Fine Arts screens some ripples from the New Wave.
Lamb of God’s show at the MassMutual Center was as spirited, fierce, and technically dazzling as any that the group has brought to these parts over the past two decades.
Arts Appreciation: Ozzy Osbourne — He Was One of Us
Ozzy also gave us all the inspiration to overcome whatever dipshit, fucked up, and idiotic things we did, because he did just that, and generated plenty of good in the process.
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