The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal

Recently I was at a Sunday performance of Shotgun Players ' world premiere production of Babes in Ho-lland by Deneen Reynolds-Knott, di...

A couple of weeks ago, when I was starting to come down with the flu, I did manage to fool myself into thinking I was well enough to get out...

Running in place trying to keep up though always falling behind as usual, I might as well start with the final concert I heard in the San Fr...

This is last night. I am once again sitting in a darkened room (this time it’s Herbst Theater) once again listening to someone play piano (t...

Going to concerts doesn’t leave much time for writing about them. It's been a busy time and I have quite a little backlog built up. Abou...

I just got back from the San Francisco Symphony, where I heard Michael Tilson Thomas conduct a vibrant and heartening performance of Mahler...

Lorin Maazel’s Castleton Festival Opera paid a visit to Berkeley this week, bringing two of Britten’s chamber operas for two performances ea...

It’s a shame that Pierre Boulez’s delightful music is not as widely known as his long series of deeply silly pronouncements (all the art of ...

Last night I trudged up to Old First Church on Van Ness Avenue because Old First Concerts was presenting CMASH, a new-music ensemble made u...

The San Francisco Opera season is well underway, but the one genuinely exciting, do-not-miss production is coming up in a few weeks: Karita...

So here was how my Friday evening went: Having hours and hours to kill after work and before curtain time, I walked from the Financial Distr...