Sondheim makes me sad

Watching the Sondheim documentary on the plane. That was a mistake. During this scene from Pennebaker’s movie I had legitimate concern that I would make a spectacle of myself by loud, gulping sobs. It is not possible to react with silent, tasteful tear rolling down the cheek. It is not that kind of art. I …

The Eagles

We were driving south on the Harbor Freeway when I saw the marquee announcing that the Eagles were coming in January to the Forum. It was early December. I said to my wife, “If you wanted to get me a nice present for Christmas, I would like to go see the Eagles.” Why the Eagles? …

The Ditty Bops are a revelation

Sibyl, Steph, and I went to see the Ditty Bops on Saturday at Largo at the Coronet. I met Amanda years ago and had heard them once on CD, but having seen them live (with Lynn Jeffries’ wonderful shadow puppet play) I am officially in love. These are some righteous, courageous, charming, and sexy lesbian …