Folk tinged with blues and R&B. Folk tinged with pop. Just straight-up folk.
Whatever the word means to you, the CT Folk Fest and Green Expo is likely to have it when it takes over Edgerton Park this Saturday, Sept. 8, featuring a range of performers and vendors from 11 a.m. to 10 p.m.
A half-hour before Elm Shakespeare Company’s production of Love’s Labour’s Lost is set to start in Edgerton Park, several of the cast members strut onstage with instruments — a guitar, a banjo, a bass, a trumpet, a sax, a drum — to explain that they’re going to warm up the crowd. And warm the crowd they do, with take after enthusiastic take on early jazz, with a few more modern flourishes thrown in. It’s the kind of music that makes the audience tap their feet and chuckle spontaneously. It’s also a great encapsulation of Elm Shakespeare’s approach to this not-often-performed Shakespeare play. This Love’s Labour’s Lost is smart, lighthearted, full of energy, and a lot of fun.
A college administrator asked for a bigger sign for athletic offerings. A couple sought permission for a two-story extension to move in relatives. Parents looked to build a side garage to safely transport their highly allergic daughter.
All three East Rock quests depended on proving “hardship” to win a variance to New Haven’s zoning rules.
New Haven’s Albertus Magnus College, which has recently stepped up its commitment to closer town-gown relations, inaugurated its 14th president on Friday afternoon with calls for study, prayer, service, and community.
The president of Yale College, Timothy Dwight, both educator and minister, delivered an impassioned sermon on the folly, guilt, and mischief of the notorious gentlemans’ practice of dueling in September 1804 — two months late for Alexander Hamilton, who had died that July in his famous duel with Aaron Burr.
When Rodney “Rock” Williams watches the demolition of the last vestiges of the former Winchester Arms plant in Newhallville, he sees more than childhood memories and the neighborhood’s past slipping away. He sees the alarming potential for the neighborhood’s political power to slip away too.
As the sun’s light turned from a bright yellow to a wan, extraterrestrial orange, thousands gathered Monday afternoon on the lawn of Leitner Observatory on Prospect Street. They had come with tinted glasses, telescopes modern and replica, sunspotters, and homemade pinpoint projectors to observe a partial solar eclipse.
They had brought their science-themed T-shirts (“Spin Galactic”; “Stand Back—I’m Going to Try Science”). They made a party in the middle of the day where the small talk was peppered with discussions of the mechanics of the various viewing devices they had brought, and the astronomical trajectories that had aligned to make the event happen.