None but churchgoers seemed abroad that morning; undergraduates and graduates and wives and tradespeople, walking with that unmistakable English church-going pace which eschewed equally both haste and idle sauntering; holding, bound in black lambskin and white celluloid, the liturgics of half a dozen conflicting sects; on their way to St Barnabas, St Columba, St Aloysius, … Read more Preludes
Ok guys, I’m sorry about the radio silence. I have no particular excuse, save that of laziness and an inordinate amount of time spent prostrating myself before my new air-conditioning unit. I’ve also been trying to stay up to date with the news this week. After all, a lot has been going on. Brexit is apparently … Read more My right ear
On Sunday, five Obies packed themselves into a car and rode through the Catskills. The first act of Verdi’s Un ballo in maschera flooded the stereo before switching over to NPR’s “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me.” Sitting shotgun, a soprano was studying her score of Rigoletto. A composer in the back seat was revising a new piece. … Read more On Celery