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At the top of a ravine, two stair cases shoot down symmetrically into an expansive flower garden framed by an ornate wrought iron fence. From Lincoln Memorial Drive, glances at the distant beauty held in the Italianate terrace excite ideations that a real life Vito Corleone could have made their retreat there. In all of... Continue Reading →
Gleefully, gentile fellows in seersucker suits and skimmers promenaded on the Quadracci Powerhouse apron, linked in arms with fair ladies tucked into lightly corseted and hooped summer dresses, clutching parasols, singing in chorus, "There were gazebos, there were no...," High societies' Mothers' and Fathers' boardwalk attitudes typified. Soulfully, dapper dons glided into their corner of... Continue Reading →
Under a dense canopy stacked with overgrowth, "Urban" music grew unabashed through the early part of the millennium, then people really stopped caring about the tangled vines of braggadocio and opulence. A few exquisite varieties of hardy musical perennials fought back in the mainstream and eventually were choked out by the seething onslaught of invasive... Continue Reading →
I'm standing in a small aisle between sets, voices buzz. Violinist Allen Russell just led us through a pleading progression accompanied by Pat Reinholz (Cello), Rick Aaron (flute), John Simons (double bass), Gabriel Hammer (drums), amazingly coherent for being unrehearsed, a quintet previously unacquainted. I hear a delicate voice behind me, comically high pitched and soft through the... Continue Reading →
King Lear (Bo Johnson) gnashes his last words in anguish clinging to his dearest treasure, lost within his own mind. Life's seasons delivered him one too many harsh political maelstroms, one too few kindred summer swoons, his will worn away. The life of a King. We see him tangled, a heap strewn across the overgrowth... Continue Reading →
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