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Zbignew Tribeca, music critic for the Tribune knew immediately Stanley Kowalski, the bassist, was a genius. The sort of conclusion some critics reach before breakfast and never revisit afterward. It […]

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She loved music. That was the cruel part. She still did. Certain songs could stop her mid-step. Certain harmonies made her heart ache. But she no longer believed she had […]

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He woke just after five. Somewhere outside, a sound so small could have been imagined. Not wind, not a bird. A tone hovering, as if someone had tested a note […]

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I’m scoring a horror film. I’m scared I might not be good enough. I’m thinking that’s the right way to be when you do this.

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A guy comes sometimes comes to the open stage who has had a harder life, harder than almost anyone else in the room. When he talks from the stage about […]

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It is tricky to make a joke on stage. You can feel people checking whether you’re joking, confessing, or being accidentally honest. A line you thought clearly ridiculous can land […]

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While driving to Guelph to give a talk to a fresh batch of graduate students, I had an old song in my ears, something off Ram. I gave in and […]

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She played little rooms that smelled like bleach and hauled her gear through snow. Reviews used words like challenging and idiosyncratic. She taught lessons to pay rent, smiling while explaining […]

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Open stage nights are usually modest affairs. A few chairs, tables, a borrowed PA, twelve people pretending not to rehearse in their heads while silently panicking about what they’re about […]

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Magali was crying recently or at least teary. She was listening to Cat Stevens. Something from around Tea For The Tillerman. I asked her what it was in the lyric […]