by Lucy Gellman | Mar 2, 2015 1:01 pm
Bathed in the red light that has become BAR’s signature in the past few years, Chris Brubeck took the mic, pausing with a half-smile as he leaned in and began to address the crowd.
“I’m going to play a tune my dad wrote. It’s called ‘Blue Rondo à la Turk.’”
by Staff | Mar 2, 2015 11:55 am
A new generation of musicians shared a bill with a four-plus-decade ensemble as jazz replaced legal argument in the Yale Law School auditorium.
by Brian Slattery | Mar 1, 2015 11:45 am
At 9:30 a.m. Saturday, a moment 12 years in the making approached, as a crew put up the first part of the new marquee for the College Street Music Hall, formerly the Palace Theater.
“It’s still got to come another half-inch,” called one of the workmen. “Whoa! That’s a big-ass half inch!”
by Brian Slattery | Feb 25, 2015 1:44 pm
It was a chilly night in January, and the headliner at Cafe Nine had cancelled due to a family emergency. That left Rudeyna — a New Havener by way of Lebanon, Cyprus, and other points Middle East — to headline the show herself.
Turned out that was just fine.
by Staff | Feb 23, 2015 3:31 pm | Comments (3)
When the Palace theater reopens as the College Street Music Hall this May, some familiar names will be on the marquee, and on the stage.
by Brian Slattery | Feb 22, 2015 10:13 am
by Markeshia Ricks | Feb 19, 2015 12:29 pm | Comments (5)
A New Haven Superior Court judge will call the tune on whether or not the 9th Note will remain in Ninth Square.
by Lucy Gellman | Feb 18, 2015 11:44 am
It was hard to say exactly how Baïlèro started. Through the wintery, still air, there rose a concoction of flute and violin, piqued by an oboe, its shrill, familiar voice filling the corners of Woolsey Hall like a sort of homecoming.
by Lucy Gellman | Feb 17, 2015 2:27 pm
In a quiet, white-walled gallery somewhere that is not quite of this world or the next hang three paintings in a neat row, the canvases still smelling of fresh paint and stretched taut over their wood frames. The first, most graceful of ink wash paintings, emits folksy and sweeping Hungarian melodies just a hair away from Zoltán Kodály. Viewers may find themselves in a pentatonic trance. The second, a dark, deep watercolor still slightly wet on the page, hums of Béla Bartók, its colors just a moment away from explosion. The third, a opaque gouache that blends slightly into the background, sings of Maurice Ravel, and a time — or rather, artistic method — caught between old and new, the joy of the present and threat of the future.
by Staff | Feb 16, 2015 12:10 pm
Connecticut-born-and-raised singer-songwriter Rachael Sage warmed up an intimated crowd at Cafe Nine with the help of feather boas draped onstage, sequins splattered across self, and chocolate coins scattered across the tables.