Song of the Day: Beethoven’s Pathetique, First Movement
Not winter yet, but it's close. Dark even before the sun sets, cold even when you turn the heat on. You know better than to try to sleep, so it’s…
Not winter yet, but it's close. Dark even before the sun sets, cold even when you turn the heat on. You know better than to try to sleep, so it’s…
A.M.: Departure Early, at the airport. Look around: some of the pretty people, many of the mediocre, and the rest of us, all sizes and shapes: men trying to look…
Speaking of clichés, every time I watch a foreign film—recent, older, ancient, it doesn’t matter—I fall helplessly, irretrievably in love with the leading lady (whether she is German, Russian,…
When Obama takes office in January of 2009, it will be a half-century since Free Jazz forefather Ornette Coleman dropped the provocatively titled "The Shape of Jazz to Come". 1959…
On the dissolving horizon the sky looks good enough to eat: orange sorbet on a dark purple plate; overhead black birds want in on the action, circling one another, entwined…
Historic times in America. Overdue times, as well. Of the myriad songs that leap to mind--songs of faith, songs of love, songs of hope--there is one song in particular (and…
Overture Listen: When some of your best friends are people who exist elsewhere—characters in books you’ve read, musicians you’ll never meet, people from the past who died decades (even centuries)…
I am not alone. I have a best friend, who happens to be a dog. He is really good for me, reminding me to eat, sleep, go to the bathroom…
She Walks On She walks on, alone. Leaving shadows and their secrets, Bronzed backs broken, miseries muted, Their once-sweet souls sucked clean. Used up and useless now, Digested and then…