"Then there is the joy of the band names themselves, poetry that pops through the mundane, chattery fog—exactly what you want a band name to do. This week, I’ve heard music by Control Machete, Tame Impala, Kashus Culpepper, Unknown Mortal Orchestra, Gucci Mane, Perfume Genius, A Flock of Dimes, Cage the Elephant, Nipsy Hustle and Frankie Cosmos."

Radio Daze, Chicago Sky, Alex Webb, The Louvre Heist, Rosanna Warren. 

“It had been raining steadily for 20 minutes and by showtime the props and stage furniture were soaked and the stage was slick with water. But the show must go on, and here were Nate Burger and Phoebe González spinning and swinging their way around the ice-rink-like stage with nary a stumble or wobble.”

American Players Theatre’s audiences, The Winter’s Tale and Tribes, Images of the Deep, RIP Francis Davis.

“And what “statement” would you like your t-shirt to make? Shall it trumpet your love of The Rolling Stones? The Green Bay Packers? Heinz Ketchup? Do you prefer witty and retro? Ironic? Inspiring?”

T-Shirts, Hate, Lost & Found, Rest in Peace.

“You busy yourself with the latest 10,000 word article in the New York Review of Books. But if that review of A Cultural History of Hair in the Middle Ages barely wets your intellectual whistle, have I got a podcast for you.”

Materialists, Alfred Brendel, In Our Time, The MSO does opera, Gatsby at 100.

“Allen Ginsberg, after reading William Blake poems accompanying himself on a harmonium, led a packed auditorium in meditation, urging members of the crowd to let thoughts float away into the clouds if they intruded on their calm mindfulness. After a few silent minutes, a shout from the balcony pierced the silence: “I can’t believe you’re getting paid for this!” Without missing a beat, Ginsberg said, “Just let that thought float off into the clouds.”

Poetry from My Past, Miłosz on Hopper, The Same River Twice, Two Trees, Happy Birthday Duke.