by Lucy Gellman | Sep 19, 2014 11:45 am
Sam Perduta was losing his mind at the mic. The audience could see it slipping through his open lips and strumming fingers as he played, a brilliant flash of light here; a catch of breath there. In a small, clean corner of his skull, Erin McKeown, Buddy Holly and Wilco were slapping high fives and toasting to his new-found insanity.
Or maybe he had lost it already, wailing:
Lonesome, when I see you smile
And I’m dreaming that I’ve been someone else
Holy, when you’re here for a while
All is beaming and we’re no longer in hell
I lost my mind in 2009
by Lucy Gellman | Sep 17, 2014 1:02 pm
Several years ago, in a Brooklyn that was largely new to him, Edmar Castaneda was picturing his ideal jazz setup: A clean, long stage in a performance hall or bar, ready for a night of music. But no upright bass. And certainly no saxophone.
by Lucy Gellman | Sep 16, 2014 12:04 pm
Jessica Sack motioned to Anthony Hernandez’ Landscapes for the Homeless # 68, asking the audience what they saw.
Piled possessions, one viewer noted. A messy space, without any inherent order.
The soiled rug, another suggested. Sack nodded. It looked like a home. Or a shelter, not a home. Except nobody was living there.
by Lucy Gellman | Sep 15, 2014 2:10 pm
Matt Brewer leaned into his upright bass, winding slowly around it as if it was a lover and he, so moved by the early fall weather, could imagine nothing better than spending the night beside it.
Their relationship, the audience could already see, was one of complete trust: For every nudge and stroke he gave, it would return a soulful, deep-bellied breath, filling Morse Recital Hall on College Street with a flurry of notes, one falling on top of the other.
by David Sepulveda | Sep 10, 2014 11:48 am
Speaking about singer-songwriter Allan “Jake” Jacobs of Jake and the Family Jewels fame, Steve Asetta, saxophonist and conductor of Westville’s Lyric Hall Orchestra project, made no bones about it: “Jake’s voice remains unchanged—it may be even better. He is a true singer.”
by Lucy Gellman | Sep 8, 2014 4:05 pm
Having just thanked the audience for “being here on this dog day of summer,” Ian and Dustin Meadows lifted their guitars like offerings for a third time, launching into the first verse of their new song “Julianna.”
Their lyrics (You only have to be a song Juliannaaaaa…) traveled to nearby booths, where New Haveners Pat Kane and Channing Harris exhorted the values of DoCoMoMo and the New Haven Preservation Trust to passing visitors.
by Lucy Gellman | Sep 8, 2014 12:27 pm
It was 4 p.m. on a Friday. The end of the work week loomed, the ticking of clocks across the city growing louder with each each drawn-out minute.
by Jordi Gassó | Sep 5, 2014 11:59 am
Like many 13 year-olds, Matthew Whitaker likes to play on his Nintendo Wii console. He likes to munch on Goldfish crackers. The youngest of four, he has two brothers and one sister. He smiles often.
by Lucy Gellman | Sep 4, 2014 12:15 pm
Four years ago, members of the folk band Red Molly had a problem: They were down a guitar player, and searching for the member who would make their group complete again.
by Lucy Gellman | Sep 2, 2014 2:53 pm
Ricky Draughn leaned into the microphone, members of his ensemble behind him poised at their instruments. “We gonna take it back to like ... 1972,” he declared with a laugh as they launched into a soulful version of Aretha Franklin’s “Rock Steady.”