Earlier this month, I strayed back again to the Beacon, that old renovated theater near my hometown - the same one that stood witness to my odd, post-travel storm of ambivalence last spring - to see one of my formative influences, Judy Collins. She is 84 and still touring. I heard about the show only... Continue Reading →
Insufferable Born Performers Stricken with Pre-Pubescent Neurosis Unite!
This past weekend, the weekend of my forty-first birthday, I took myself out to see the Joan Baez documentary I Am A Noise. The experience might best be summed up by a conversation I overheard between an usher and a senior citizen on the way out of the theater: Usher: How was it? Senior Citizen:... Continue Reading →