So now we’re down to three finalists on American Idol. But as far as I’m concerned, there has only been one realistic contender this season:
When I read last week that the rights to the oeuvre of Rodgers and Hammerstein — including the collaborators’ huge, beloved song catalog and
On Performance Monkey, a nifty, jazzy blog by a Londoner named David Jay that I have been following, there is a post about a problem I have often faced
Is it maturity or disillusionment? When I was a kid, starting when I was about 12 or so and continuing on for years, the annual announcement of the Tony
Sitting quietly and immobile this evening as I watched (endured? felt sympathy for?) Manhattan Theatre Club’s rather wan revival of Accent on Youth,
This past Monday was an interesting day. Not just because, if you don’t mind me tooting my horn a little bit, Crain’s
The process by which neglected and depressed urban areas are revivified by artists, who are always seeking cheap rents and spaces in which to do their
It was inevitable, you know. Really, it’s a classic American trait to build up our heroes and then tear them down in a merciless feeding frenzy. Why? To create the kind of second-chance-comeback
Yesterday I became privy to an email that went out on Glory’s List that was actually copied from a string of posts on the website of the
