As years pass, I find myself drifting in to Pops with the crowds. Their audience is becoming more civilized over time, and not reviewing is relaxing for me.
A poem on the loss of my daughter.
Haydn loses to hair at Tanglewood.
Twenty-four years later, "Bang on a Can," the scrappy New York City festival of "downtown" music, has made it to the top of the new-sounds heap.
The 1930's Bascom Lodge and mountain surroundings are worth a look.
Tanglewood's Friday concert featured Dvorak's Cello Concerto and Schumann's Spring Symphony.
Attending his Tanglewood concerts is not a requirement for feeling the James Taylor Effect.
A quick review of "Music from the Cosmopolitan Court of Henry VIII," an Aston Magna concert for four violas da gamba and tenor in Great Barrington.
You can count on Richard Flanagan to liven things up at Tanglewood.
A glowing 2003 review of Jennifer Higdon hinted that she was on the way to greater things.