The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal

David McVicar’s production of Don Giovanni at San Francisco Opera is very dark – I mean physically dark, not emotionally, as in Why doesn’t ...

The San Francisco opera season resumed (for me, at least; I think Don Giovanni actually opened first) with Der Rosenkavalier. Lovely sets, e...

I heard two of the three “Edge Festival” concerts at Berkeley. I guess “avant-garde” has been relegated to the dust bin of history (which mu...

Now with exclamation points for added excitement. . . . I've added Clayton Koonce's Operatically Inclined, which concentrates on mus...

Right after my return from Pittsburgh and DC, I saw Oliver Twist, adapted and directed by Neil Bartlett, which has been touring around and e...

I used to be pretty thrilled in a low-key, understated way about the Irish side of my background until PBS disillusioned me. They showed a d...

As part of the massive clean it up/throw it out/get it organized excavation in my house, I went through a box today that, judging as an arch...

A friend of mine told me recently that several years ago he was sitting at breakfast thinking that since Coco Puffs are great, and beer is g...

I have a question about the new "Live from Wigmore" release of Lorraine Hunt Lieberson's 30 November 1998 recital: is this dis...

Check out Brian Roessler, who plays the double bass and does many other things up in beautifully named St. Cloud. . . .