You've read the reviews. Now read the book. THEATRE'S LEITER SIDE, 2012-2013 A Brief Memoir and Reviews “No Piece of Cake” Inclement weather prevented me from covering this summer’s first Shakespeare in the Park production, Much Ado about Nothing. On Friday night, however, the elements conspired to create a perfect climate in which to observe the imperfect Coriolanus, last seen in a mainstream New York production (by the Red Bull Theatre) less than three years ago. (A little-noted production by the Shakespeare in the Square/Combative Theatre Company opened Off-Off Broadway around the same time.) Coriolanus. Photo: Joan Marcus. Like that one (and so many others), Daniel Sullivan’s only fitfully effective revival of this tragedy, set in 493 BCE Rome, seeks to emphasize the play’s contemporary relevance (as if sandals and togas couldn’t just as readily do the job) by updating it, in this case to a dystopian future, devastated by climate change. Beowulf Boritt pr...
The writing is on the wall, I think. The death of the verse. The birth of the sub-2 minute long “song”. A structure of chorus, chorus variant, end “jam” chorus. Finish. It will be even cheaper and faster to produce, and the immediate novelty of it will allow it to unfortunately further destroy the art of what a “pop song” is. I think this will happen by the end of 2018. A Big Name Artist will come out with such a creation, and then start a trend. At which point, the push back to what was prior will be regarded as “old”. Ultimately, the Industry will want to push the ultimate end-stage product: a single chorus. I’m already hearing “song structure” morph this way, even in some pop/country recordings: the verse is going the way of the link, and when it occurs to someone you can simply use a variation of a chorus for the B section – poof, that will be it, no more verses. If you doubt this, go to the Mart of W...
Who is in the photo at right? The being with less of a beard in this photograph is me, mostly human writer Kira Jane Buxton. The four-legged, bearded chap is my canine partner-in-crime, Ewok. He is ten years young and a Brussels Griffon. We were, naturally, cosplaying as Sherlock Holmes and Watson in this picture. What's the occasion for Coffee with a Canine? We stopped by our local Viennese coffee shop. It’s beautiful and very fancy, and you are not allowed to order things by their American names. Instead of latte, you must say “wiener melange.” I find this wonderful, whimsical, and occasional hysterical. What's brewing? I am very pathetic and can’t handle coffee anymore, so I order a decaf with almond milk and vanilla, which means I am an utter embarrassment to the city of Seattle. Any treats for you or Ewok on this occasion? Cafe Vienna has a drive through window, which Ewok loves going through. He whines, sticks his head out of the car window and “performs” for a snack. ...
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