by Lucy Gellman | Mar 3, 2014 1:57 pm
“Que es ser Latinoamericano?” Yovianna Garcia asked at the front of the music room at Christopher Columbus Family Academy, beaming as a show of small hands reached towards the ceiling.
Garcia, who had been complaining about the midday March chill only minutes before, seemed to drive away the cold as she explained that they all had something in common – she too is Latina, and was eager to share her Puerto Rican heritage with them.
by Chris Arnott | Mar 3, 2014 1:19 pm | Comments (3)
There was a time, not that many years ago, when if the New Haven Symphony Orchestra wanted to play a new work by a living composer, the music director had to sneak it onto the program, buttressed by the a slew of “greatest hits” stuff from well-known dead white guys like Bach and Beethoven.
by Lucy Gellman | Feb 26, 2014 2:18 pm
Gleb Kanasevich is a man of many talents. The extraordinary clarinet player of the local group Cantata Profana, he is also the master organizer of an exciting and ambitious new CD, Refractions Vol. 2. A collaborative venture that fuses referential strains of electronic, industrial, grind, grunge and more, the CD offers a glimpse into the lives of several Yale-trained musicians after Yale, and a pursuit that has reunited them.
by Steve Mednick | Feb 25, 2014 1:46 pm | Comments (2)
Rudolph “Chip” Damiani, pictured, passed up a chance to tour with the Beatles—then kept the beat going for more than four more decades in the New Haven area. The drummer died last week at the age of 68; a fellow local musician, Steve Mednick, penned the following tribute.
by Lucy Gellman | Feb 24, 2014 12:31 pm
As mezzo-soprano Annie Rosen launched fearlessly into “Malorous qu’o uno fenno” (wretched is he who has a wife), a grin that fell just short of laughter spread from her face to her bare feet, rooted firmly in the floor.
Behind her, members of Cantata Profana joined the arrangement, swinging and swaying wildly to the words as if their instruments were mere – and necessary – extensions of their bodies.
by Lucy Gellman | Feb 17, 2014 1:42 pm
One strophe into her slowed, soulful adaptation of Canray Fontenot’s “Les Plats Sont Tous Mis Sur La Table,” Leyla McCalla looked up just slightly.
Perhaps it was to take in Cafe Nine’s waitstaff moving with just a little more grace as they soaked in the music. Perhaps to get a better look at a woman in the front row, a snake swaying to her long-lost charmer. Or perhaps to glance at the audience, a packed house transfixed as the sheer depth and whine of her voice filled the room, wrapping from the stage to the back walls and sealing in listeners from the icy night outside.
by Paul Bass | Feb 11, 2014 2:11 pm | Comments (6)
Fifteen or so advocates for the homeless exercised their legal right to gather on the Green to make a point—about gathering on the Green.
by Christopher Arnott | Feb 9, 2014 10:25 am | Comments (1)
The second annual Jazz Festival at Yale, a new and welcome wintertime tradition on the university’s campus, matched the weather we’ve been having lately: It blew cool, changed quickly and unpredictably, and sent shivers up your spine.
by Lucy Gellman | Feb 7, 2014 12:29 pm | Comments (1)
Against a loud backdrop of the Talking Heads’ pulsating “Road to Nowhere” and Teresa Fortsch’s “Brought it Out,” local artists Robert Greenberg and Katro Storm (pictured) picked up right where they had left off the last time they had seen each other.
Midway across the office space-turned-gallery, featured artist Andres Madariaga and Valerie Robalino grinned widely, poring over a checklist of the exhibition.
Other visitors prowled the small space eagerly, their mouths slightly open as if to say ... “Well, how did I get here?”
by Lucy Gellman | Jan 29, 2014 1:21 pm
Netta Hadari lifted a “Dominant Tonic” – his first of the evening – triumphantly in the air. Behind him, a string quartet of Music Haven instructors adjusted their bows and music stands one final time, ready to begin Paquito D’Rivera’s fanciful “Wapango” as photographs of their students gleamed in the background.