TV is a personal thing, and so is music.
Feeling alive in a cemetery.
Penderecki had his own vision, all life through, and he was faithful to it, whatever it was at any given time.
America’s best export.
On books to read and music to listen to — or not.
In appreciation of some weird and wonderful lines.
Too much, said Louis Armstrong’s critics, but they misread him.
Through Mariss Jansons, the great conductor, came nobility, humanity — a large-heartedness. He was extraordinary to encounter.
Chapter and verse on the rapper’s new verses.
On the late Martin Bernheimer.