Tonight I listened to the Stravinsky Ragtime for the first time in 20 years, and for some reason cracked up laughing for most of ...

I guess I will always be this sixties brat. Except that now I AM sixty, a fact which makes my head spin around. And it's strange that...

They’re selling postcards of the hanging They’re painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors Th...

Y'know, if you asked me abaht it, I'd have to say this: it's, kind of like a lwoong lwoong time from May to Decembah, whic...

As so often happens, a hunt for a decent version of Kurt Weill's September Song turned into something quite else. I kept playing ...

So. This Alabama song has nothing to do with Alabama, surprisingly, but is the best-known ditty from Kurt Weill and Bertolt Brecht's dar...