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I went to the Tate Gallery sometime in the 1980s when I was in London with Blue Rodeo. I don’t remember exactly what year it was. Touring has a way […]

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Fave part of the open stage was the woman all dressed in black, never played here before, took the stage and introduced her first song in a gentle kind voice, […]

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The cricket spent its brief existence attending to practical matters. Finding shelter beneath the porch boards. Interpreting vibrations through its tiny body. Then one summer evening it encountered something entirely […]

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The robot’s designation was AURORA-7, though after several months alone in transit it began referring to itself privately as Rory. Its mission parameters were straightforward enough. Travel to Mars. Oversee […]

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The drummer had been trying to learn meditation for nearly two years. He owned several books on mindfulness, subscribed briefly to an app featuring reassuring voices from California, and attended […]

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I was very pleased with the salad. Chickpeas, which I soaked and later boiled, with mint, parsley, apple, currants, red onion and cinnamon, turmeric, berbre, salt, white pepper, olive oil, […]

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Marianne knew the touring schedule better than she knew her own dental appointments. Long before official announcements appeared, she could predict where the band might go next by studying venue […]

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Rose, a violinist, first noticed the pain during a Mahler rehearsal. Small sharpness in her left foot, insignificant enough to ignore and yet impossible to forget once discovered. By the […]

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There is a story that Stalin requested a recording of a Mozart concerto which Maria Yudina had performed live, only to discover none existed. The orchestra and technicians were summoned […]