by Lucy Gellman | Jan 26, 2015 11:12 am | Comments (1)
“What would you like?” Shilmat Tessema asked as she lifted a warm container of food over her Lalibela truck’s countertop.
Thomas Breen stepped up to the chrome-and-yellow food truck that has become a beloved staple at Ingalls Rink, eyeing the steaming, thick portions of turmeric-kissed cabbage, gleaming, wilted green beans, spice-rubbed carrots, and clay-red lentils that he had been thinking of all week.
by Markeshia Ricks | Jan 23, 2015 4:10 pm | Comments (6)
(Update 5 p.m. 9th Note owner Chris O’Dowd relayed to the Independent that a city mediator said the landlord wants to work things out.)
Someone heard too much “noise” coming from a Ninth Square jazz supper club. The city’s cops and health department didn’t hear it—at least not by official standards.
by Chris Arnott | Jan 23, 2015 3:00 pm
Two weeks until Valentine’s Day and we’re already feeling woozy, passionate, weak in the knees. That’s likely the result of a swirling mass of progressive music and provocative art in the air. Books become statues, feedback augments harmonies, majestic heavy metal churns, hula dancing becomes a community endeavor. Meanwhile, Whistler loves his mother, Don Juan loves whoever he can, and everybody loves Angelique Kidjo.
by Allan Appel | Jan 23, 2015 12:12 pm
Tallest man in the world. Fattest woman. Bearded ladies. Living skeletons. A man suffering from phocomelia, or flipper-like limbs. Another suffering from frontonasal dysplasia, or cleft face syndrome. The deformed. Contortionists. “Eubangi” women with discs in their lips giving them “monster mouths” big as plates.
by Allan Appel | Jan 22, 2015 1:26 pm
Artist Audrey Kantrowitz was always disappointed that the deformed protagonists she met in art and literature just didn’t get the girl.
She’s disappointed no longer, as the Quasimodo and Esmeralda she created in “The Pillory” just might have a happy ending together.
by Staff | Jan 22, 2015 12:06 pm
Fair Haven second-graders will read about a precocious kid who loves reading and overcomes obstacles in her life, thanks to a grant to a local theater.
by Donald Brown | Jan 22, 2015 8:29 am | Comments (1)
For 50:13, the Yale Cabaret’s first play after winter break, the space was transformed into a fascimile of a prison cell in a tall cage — complete with cot, basin, and toilet — surrounded by chairs and tables. In the play, Jiréh Breon Holder, a second-year playwright in the Yale School of Drama, dramatizes life “inside” for Dae Brown, an inmate who has only three days left to serve.
by Debby Applegate | Jan 21, 2015 12:05 pm
Step into the Slifka Center and you’ll find a building buzzing with people who have come to socialize, study, worship, debate, and eat. From now until Feb. 22, winding around the building, you’ll also find No One Remembers Alone: Memory, Migration and the Making of an American Family, a sprawling, engrossing exhibit that follows the diverging paths of members of a Jewish family from Czarist Russia to new lives on three different continents.
by Brian Slattery | Jan 21, 2015 12:02 pm | Comments (1)
Porsha Olayiwola started her cadence slow, one deliberate word following another. Before long, though, the words were coming faster and faster, like a train gathering steam. She took the audience with her all the way.
“You will not silence my prize or grammatically correct my ebonics / I am not hooked on your phonics,” she spat out, to laughter and clapping. “You will not silence my prize or crack down on this truth / I am louder than this.”
She dropped that final word, someone in the audience shouted “come on!” and the place erupted into cheers.
“We didn’t come here to tap dance,” emcee Ngoma said.
by Lucy Gellman | Jan 20, 2015 12:05 pm
One verse into “Malagueña,” singer Taylor Ward was summoning ghosts from a bygone culture, whispering at first, and then full-throttled and throaty. With a humming, echoing signal from Doug Perry’s vibraphone, those phantoms rose creaking to their feet. At last, strumming a melody on his guitar, Arash Noori made the spirits lurch forward, still humming Federico García Lorca’s “Poema del cante jondo.”