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The Final Word: Yo Yo Ma Live

I sometimes do crazy things to experience live music. In my late teens I met a woman&mdash;a friend of a friend of my girlfriend&mdash;who was a flautist attending the Mannes School of Music in New York City. She was a classic New Yorker, from a classic New York family. Though apparently demure and retiring, she had fearlessly ridden the city subways since childhood, taking the Broadway line at any hour of day or night (her stop was Dyckman Street, above 200th). All of her parents' money and energy, such as it was, had gone into their daughter's musical career, and I was so inspired by this level of focus and devotion that I hitchhiked from Boston to New York and back in order to attend her first concert, a performance of the two Mozart flute concerti. My presence was remarked upon as the act of a true friend, but <I>I</I> was the beneficiary: It was a great concert, and a good start to a life of experiencing the "call" of live music.

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Rolling the Stones

Has Scorsese made the ultimate up-close-and-personal documentary about the Rolling Stones? While I'm sure it's a good concert movie, I'm not sure there <I>is</I> any reality to the Stones any more. As a student of film, Scorsese knows that when the legend becomes fact, you shoot the legend.

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