From Storefront to Stadium
What happens to an artist and their music on the journey from small clubs to stadiums and how are these experiences different? Essay #2 in a series about the unique power of live performance…
What happens to an artist and their music on the journey from small clubs to stadiums and how are these experiences different? Essay #2 in a series about the unique power of live performance…
 "Banality of Evil, as a phrase," Jesse Freedman the Artistic Director of Meta-Phys Ed. told me on the phone last week, each of us speaking from our respective Brooklyn apartments, "is m…
If it weren't for my erudite Anglophile cousin, I would never have known to see Lucy Prebble's The Effect at The Shed (from March 3-March 31). An early Prebble fan, she one day turned on I H…
Currently mounted at Nimbus's Firmament Gallery + Boutique is "Sometimes I Wander..." an exhibit displaying the photography of Life Magazine's first Black photographer, Gordon Parks,…
The first in a series of essays about the power of live performance in small rooms.
There is a photograph of my grandad and three of his brothers taken in Dublin in the early 1930s; the brothers stand in a row and pose with their arms firmly placed by their sides or their h…
 There is a photograph of my grandad and three of his brothers taken in Dublin in the early 1930s; the brothers stand in a row and pose with their arms firmly placed by their sides or th…
at the end of the day, the concept of "bastardizing your own culture to get ahead" is not a new one in this country - I'd just never seen it done within an Eastern European context
​​ The first time I saw David Greenspan perform was in Adrian Einspanier's Lunch Bunch this past spring at the 122 Community Center in the East Village. I didn't know of him or…
Were they bearing their teeth in preparation to kill? Screaming silently in agony? Conjuring lost joy of their youth?
So, while trying to strictly manage the pervasive NYC version of Arts Presenters-infected "festival fomo," I still accumulated enough exposure to the spores of a range of performances in the…
The interdisciplinary work "Aristotle Thinks Again" is a thought-provoking masterpiece written by Chuck Mee, directed and choreographed by Dan Shafer, and co-created and choreographed by the…
Complexity often frightens people from engaging with the critical context and history that informs our current realities. So, what you will read is [not] complex. It is current and qui…
This iteration of the work, presented as part of the Underground Uptown Festival's Works and Process at the Guggenheim, was segmented to create discourse around the creative process. I can o…
This fall, NYCB kicked off the celebration of their 75th anniversary dedicating the entire season to the work of George Balanchine, the company's co-founder and artistic realizer. On the nig…
Adaku's forced departure forever alters her connection to reality " she is absorbed into the unknown, which marks the start of our inquiry. Her trauma, epistemically, is our starting point.Ã…
Active reflection and associations should comprise our meditative state. If there were moments during the piece that disturbed us, we should return to the breathing exercise to find calm.ÂÂ
Being a witness of many of the referenced breakthroughs, Rosenboom, the pioneer of brainwave music, embodied the spirit of the legacy we aspired to dust off.
the beauty of the play is that things get really weird, really fast at times, but always go back to the tune
Edelman always wanted to be white. 'I know, I know. Dream achieved!' he says.
Jerry's keen ear is tuned to productions of un-meaning"the kinds of nonsense, half-sense, and anti-sense that enable and mask violence, particularly violence committed in the names of patrio…
PQ has "evolved into a platform, which explores progressive approaches, new media, virtual spaces and interdisciplinary relations."
Two choreographers navigate the strangeness of the stage in works developed through a new residency in Red Hook, Brooklyn.
It makes me become like my gaze, a promiscuous saccade. I am jostled and stilled. I'm curled around the strange heat of my own body, a feverish REM cycle.
Okay.  I wrote a really long discursive essay about The Theater(s) We Need Now " and I didn't even dive too deep into the arts admin weeds " but I know how things are, I know what life is…