A lovely hour spent viewing the Pissarro exhibit at the Clark Art Institute.
Revisiting the Mark Morris Dance Group, which is back at Jacob's Pillow through Sunday.
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.