Some Thoughts on Flesh
Hands knead the sprained flesh where rib number five has worked itself out of line and out of order. Ugh. Getting a massage used to be...
The Role of Your Life
Like most folks who work in the arts, I hate auditions. Spend a little bit of time with an actor, singer, or dancer and you’ll get a...
Through the Eyes of a Poet
The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off,...
Singing Freedom
This past Sunday was in the midst of Memorial Day weekend and in between all the grilling, drinking, graduations, and festivities, I...
A Solidarity of Sound
On any given evening, the musicians of the San Francisco Symphony, like any first-tier orchestra, are capable of playing beautiful music. ...
The Hidden Cost of the SF Symphony Strike
On a personal note: I never intended to become an actual blogger who got comments from folks beyond my normal sphere of activity. I...