by Markeshia Ricks | Jul 8, 2015 9:47 am | Comments (5)
The burrito started out the way so many burritos start: with a flour tortilla.
What Sasha Feliciano loaded the steamed flour tortilla up with next probably would have made you pause and say either, “Why would anyone do that?” or “Why didn’t I think of that?”
by Lucy Gellman | Jul 7, 2015 1:14 pm
“I just couldn’t believe I hadn’t heard of someone who appeared to be the female forefather of the theater and I got so intrigued by the fact that no one knows the real facts about her ... she just seemed to contain so many selves,” said Leora Morris on a recent afternoon, her hands whizzing through the air as she spoke.
by Lucy Gellman | Jul 6, 2015 3:06 pm | Comments (1)
“Sing modestly,” Reverand Kari Henkelmann urged the audience from where she stood in the blue-and-green dotted apse of Battell Chapel. “Do not bawl, so as to be heard above or distinct from the rest of the congregation, that you may not destroy the harmony, but strive to unite your voices together, so as to make one clear melodius sound. Above all, sing spiritually. Have an eye to God in every word you sing.”
by Finnegan Schick | Jul 5, 2015 8:32 pm | Comments (4)
National pride became local pride on the Fourth of July as New Haven honored the city’s role in the American Revolution.
by Lucy Gellman | Jun 29, 2015 1:16 pm | Comments (6)
“This should be a free world. If we keep working on it, I think we’ll be able to get there,” Lucinda Williams shouted from the main stage on the New Haven Green, a bright yellow light falling over her face as she continued to an endorsement for Bernie Sanders’ presidential campaign. A cool, humid dark had settled over the massive crowd, families applauding from their makeshift picnic tables and lawn chairs. At the front of the stage, a tempered, pseudo-folksy mosh pit had materialized, fans new and old cheering, clapping, and stomping their feet. Williams smiled, and launched into a few favorites from Car Wheels on a Gravel Road.
by Lucy Gellman | Jun 29, 2015 1:10 pm
“Can anyone tell me what this is called?” asked Issa Coulibaly, hoisting his hollow and hefty drum high enough for the audience to see it. He turned it slowly at his waist, taut ropes shifting at its sides.
A small but steady voice rose from the middle of the tent. Might it be a djembe? it wondered aloud.
by Lucy Gellman | Jun 26, 2015 11:44 am
“We are going to survive no matter what happens,” crackled a Cronkitean voice to the half-dark of the University Theater, the determined squeal of a radio signal falling silent after several seconds. Cloaked behind two long, dimly lit curtains, a number of silhouettes leaned in, listening for any last, surprise utterances before the world around them quieted completely.
by Stephanie Addenbrooke | Jun 23, 2015 5:24 pm | Comments (16)
A second sizzling chain opened its doors, and a downtown burger war was joined.
by Lucy Gellman | Jun 23, 2015 10:36 am
Lit in low yellows and oranges on the spacious stage of the University Theater, Aparna Ramaswamy was extending her arms to the audience, inviting the deities — deities of her own interpretation, she would later clarify — to join her on stage. Just to her right, Ranee Ramaswamy raised her arms methodically and, as if reaching through another dimension, opened the curtains to an emotion the audience members didn’t know was sitting in them. Beside them, Rudresh Mahanthappa wailed away on his alto saxophone, a low, wolf-like cry escaping from its throat.
by Paul Bass | Jun 22, 2015 3:34 pm | Comments (17)
The developer of a soon-to-open apartment-retail building at Chapel and Howe streets vowed to make “right” a slew of alleged labor violations — which he said the state might have cited in error.