In praise of Sam Sifton
I want to echo Nico Muhly’s comments from a few days back about how much pride we ought to take in the New York Times’ brilliantly irreverent new chief food critic, Sam Sifton. This morning, over a steaming wedge of ever-so-satisfying swiss chard and bacon quiche at the Farm on Adderley, I exploded into such violent laughter whilst reading Sifton’s appropriately enthusiastic...
Polemic: The NY Times on Le Grand Macabre
This morning, after a more or less sleepless night, I flopped out of bed, brewed a bit of Stumptown, and tumbled onto the lawn to retrieve the Times, unaware that its coverage of the NY Philharmonic’s production of Ligeti’s Le Grand Macabre would have me seething in moments. Daniel Wakin writes: A contemporary surrealist opera at the New York Philharmonic? About the end of the...
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Back in Brooklyn
This weekend, 2010 met Stefan Sweig met As I Lay Dying in an emotionally exhausting marathon as we memorialized my grandmother. Back on Ditmas Avenue, it’s appropriately bleak… steady rain, steady grey— a good time to: 1. Finish the last third of this hulking Cello Sonata for Alisa Weilerstein 2. Rewrite some of February House 3. Practice Chopin Op. 10 no. 1 and maybe that...
the following is the prepared text from which I spoke at my grandmother’s memorial on May 16, 2010. Last November, I flew to California to have Thanksgiving with my family, and stole away of an afternoon to spend an hour with Grandma. In the course of our conversation which spanned, as I recall, such subjects as Brooklyn Heights, Obama’s Health Care Plan, and my goings-on as a musician in...