The summer of 2012 was pivotal for my husband and me. We had loved living in Boston, but the time had come to move on. Between the two of us, we had a pair of music school degrees, decades of instrumental experience, resumés that were useless outside of the entertainment world, and a handful of enticing prospects…
About a month and a half ago, we decided, along with our friends at (le) poisson rouge, to throw a different sort of concert. So often, I find myself going to shows where the audience feels like an after-thought — a necessary prop to fulfill the musicians’ goals of playing in public rather than the…
Graduation has come and gone. You defied your parents’ wishes of having a doctor in the family and instead majored in classical guitar with a minor in music of the late 1790s. Four years of expensive music school later—hours of practice, recitals, juries—you’re about to embark on a strange new world. All-in-all, music school was…
Chesney Snow is a poet, a songwriter, a beatboxer, an actor, but most of all, he’s an artist through and through. Talking to him can feel a little like receiving a sermon from a beatboxing prophet of some sort, as he waxes lyrical about life as an artist today and the power of art to…
I won’t keep you waiting — the short answer is yes. I was curious though since I’ve never purchased a holiday album in my life. I do immaculately own two copies of A Charlie Brown Christmas, but have no idea where they came from. So, what’s the deal with holiday albums and who’s buying them?…
