10. Revelations I will never forget seeing Alvin Ailey’s dance troupe make a stage come completely alive in a celebration of life and struggle. The traditional music that punctuates this piece is haunting in its simplicity and emotional depth. And those glorious white costumes painted
OR why you really need to get a ticket to see The Normal Heart I will start this by saying that it is completely unnecessary to compare Tony Kushner’s Angels in America with Larry Kramer’s The Normal Heart. But because both are being performed right
On the art of being brought to tears… This past weekend was a crash course of life lessons. I had two days of directing filmed interviews for the Alzheimer’s Association, pulling out beautiful and harrowing stories of the people dealing with the disease, caregivers and
On the art of Thanksgiving cooking… Too many people far better than I have come out with ingenious things to say about cooking. Even some less than stellar people have said more than their share about cooking. But I find, after a long weekend of
On the art of sentimentality… There is a sentimental streak that runs deep beneath the surface of my artistic soul and critical exterior shell. I like to think of it as my tasty sweet caramel center. This core value exerts itself in oddly strong reactions
On the art (or lack thereof) in the modern play… I’ve spent a good deal of time these past couple weeks trudging from Broadway theater to Broadway theater, with a few off-Broadway theaters mixed in, watching the latest in straight plays. The straight play is
On the art of programming your viewing whilst sick… When sick, as in stuck in your bed not quite able to focus on book or magazine text, left with only audio visual aides to pass the time, the selection process becomes very intense. You have
On the art of the movie sountrack… A recent conversation held well before the sun had risen turned my mind on to how odd it is that I listen to movie soundtracks daily, and rarely as background noise. To be clear, this is highly different
On the art of stretching… No, I’m not referring to yoga. I’m currently at a lovely juncture in my young career of making a bit of a left turn, finally getting the opportunities that have more to do with my intended future and less to
On the art of joy and the joy of art, also known as the American Musical… After last week’s decidedly dark entry on the world and the world of art, I felt it necessary to spend the week reconnecting with the unbridled joy that comes