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Was looking forward to my first Jean-Yves Thibaudet last Wednesday at Carnegie Hall, but things got off to an unpromising start. A man who’d bought the orchestra seat next to mine arrived and barked, “Get that bag out of the way,” as if my briefcase and I had plotted some inconvenient coup. I take rudeness…
Continue readingLink: See them sing “Don’t Mess with Bill.” the-marvelettes-don-mess-with-1vwvs_2ey2h_.html They-Were-Great-Once Dept: the day Gladys Horton cajoled a few girlfriends into starting a singing group ultimately called the Marvelettes, they couldn’t have foreseen how happy they’d make a bunch of black kids growing up in Ohio. Their snappy, sexy melodies propelled a street-corner symphony heard around the…
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Continue readingStuart, top, in The Invisible; Fisher, bottom, flanked by Elizabeth Taylor and Debbie Reynolds in what could be called the triangle of the century.
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Funny, forthright, bittersweet: none doesn’t quite describe Everyday Rapture, the lovely, not-quite one woman show starring Sherie Rene Scott at the Roundabout’s American Airlines Theater (what whores, the Roundabout, bartering naming rights for such a clunky moniker). Rapture is more than that quintessential show biz tale of a girl who makes it to New York…
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Last night, caught The Doors: When You’re Strangeon PBS’s American Masters, Tom DiCillo’s wonderful, hippie-to-riches saga of the group that gave us L.A. Woman, Riders on the Storm, and every stoner’s lullaby, Light My Fire. Narrated by Johnny Depp, When You’re Strange tells a myriad tale—of Jim Morrison, a Midwesterner who succumbed to substance abuse the…
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Over the past few months we’ve suffered the loss of pioneers the likes of who we’ll never see again: Benjamin Hooks, Dorothy Height, and now Lena Horne: she certainly deserves a place alongside those lauded blacks activists if onlyl because one could chart the progress of black civil rights in this country through the trajectory…
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Published Attitude: The Dancer’s Magazine Summer 2010 In the late Eric Rohmer’s Love in the Afternoon, the film’s hero, Frederic, rhapsodizes about the city: “I love the city. The suburbs and the provinces depress me. Despite the crush and the noise, I never tire of plunging into the crowd; I love the crowd as I…
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