Once More With Feeling—Or Else!
Rupert Christiansen sings the praises of hymns.
Rupert Christiansen sings the praises of hymns.
Making <I>Blonde on Blonde</I>.
Sometimes it is. "In theory, the planet has 24 time zones. Actually, there are about 39, and they are still hotly debated. Within the past month, President Hugo Chavez has talked of moving Venezuela’s clocks forward half an hour, and Indian scientists have urged their government to do the same."
<I>The Guardian</I> interviews Gaiman for no reason other than that he's Neil freaking Gaiman. Works for me.
<I>The Guardian</I> has published some of the greatest interviews of the 20<SUP>th</SUP> century on its site. Do <I>not</I> miss Frost/Nixon—and see the play, as well, if you get a chance. I saw it on Broadway with Frank Langella and Michael Sheen and it was one of those moments of theatrical greatness you'll remember in your dotage.
I haven’t watched all seven of Naxos’ <I>Jazz Icons</I> discs—a DVD box-set of televised European concerts by great jazz musicians in the 1960s—but one of them, <I>Charles Mingus: Live in ’64</I>, is a must-have: two hours of music, videotaped in Belgium, Norway, and Sweden in April 1964, featuring one of Mingus’ most electrifying sextets, including Eric Dolphy, Clifford Jordan, Johnny Coles, Dannie Richmond, and Jaki Byard.
<A HREF="http://blog.hometheatermag.com/markfleischmann/">Mark Fleischmann</A>, knowing my fascination with Harry Beck's London Tube Map, sends along this tasty variation.
I always thought I had a problem with Oliver Sacks. I found his <I>The New Yorker</I> articles interesting, but frustrating—I always had unanswered questions at their end. Then I read <I>Uncle Tungsten</I> and realized that his <I>métier</I> was not the long essay but the book-length exploration of a subject.
Albert Fuller has died. I enjoyed his playing a lot and, the one time I met him—we shared the elevator to Weill Recital Hall—he was gracious enough to tell me about the night he met Igor Stravinsky.