If the music industry put as much effort into being fair to their customers as they put into taking their money, everyone could participate in the rocking world.
Listening to the dead speak, amid the natural grandeur of Mount Auburn Cemetery, is a moving experience.
Reading The Sweetest Fruits is like looking at the back of an oriental rug in which the pattern is rather more indistinct than the front but the colors much richer and more vivid.
Emily Remler took a particularly clear-eyed view of her work. She didn’t want to be judged by a lesser standard because she was a woman in the overwhelmingly male world of jazz.
This clever Japanese zombie film is a spirited attempt to blow up and reinvigorate the genre.
One of Saint-Saëns’s most important operas, Proserpine, has recently been given its world-premiere recording, and the result is a revelation.
Billy Joel remains in fine voice and his versatile bandmates provided his songs with grace and fire power that fleshed out his casual but punchy onstage prowess.
The Who – arguably the third cog in British rock royalty behind the Beatles and the Rolling Stones – delivered more than a nostalgic run through the hits at Fenway Park on Friday.
Thankfully, public art has become much more than murals for blank wall spaces.
Prog legend Rick Wakeman is grumpy — becoming a septuagenarian means he can no longer party like it’s 1969.