Archive for April, 2011

Theater review: JERUSALEM

April 29, 2011

My review of Jez Butterworth’s Jerusalem, which I liked very much, has been posted today on You can read it online here. Check it out and let me know what you think.

Danny Kirrane and Mark Rylance in "Jerusalem" (photo by Sara Krulwich for the New York Times)

Quote of the day: EXISTENTIAL TRUTH

April 29, 2011


It’s easy to be generous when you’re on a roll
It’s hard to be grateful when you’re out of control
And love is gone…

— Paul Simon, “Love and Hard Times”

R.I.P.: Phoebe Snow

April 26, 2011

Sad news today about the death of the extraordinary pop-jazz singer Phoebe Snow.

Like many people, I loved her music since her first album, which came out in 1974. I saw her in concert once or twice in Boston, and then when I moved to New York City as a busy and ambitious freelance journalist, I interviewed her for an article for Rolling Stone. The story never ran, because the album the story was tied to got shelved. But I had hit it off really well with Phoebe, so I proposed to do a profile of her for Esquire. It was my first foray into long-form magazine journalism — I spent months researching and writing the piece, and it was a landmark for me. The article got a lot of attention. (You can read it online here.)  It was the beginning of my long relationship with Adam Moss, who was still a junior editor at Esquire before becoming the wunderkind of the NYC magazine world. And I got to hang out with Phoebe Snow for hours and hours. She was really fun and funny, touching and vulnerable and not a little bit crazy. I would see her periodically over the years, socially and in concert. I was very sad to learn last year that she’d had a serious stroke, and today marks the end of an era.

Theater review: SLEEP NO MORE

April 26, 2011

My review of Sleep No More, Punchdrunk’s ambitious haunted-house of a play, went up on the other day. Check it out here and let me know what you think.

Quote of the day: PHILOSOPHY

April 26, 2011


Philosophy is like trying to open a safe with a combination lock: each little adjustment of the dials seems to achieve nothing, only when everything is in place does the door open.

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

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