"Before the image / here is the story before the image," concludes the speaker of Jon Pineda's title poem in The Translator's Diary -- although here, his assertive repetition reads like a speaker second-guessing himself.
Traditional therapists couldn't reach Elaine Hall's autistic son, Neal. The appearance of Neal's autism, a brain development disorder that causes impairments in the areas of social interaction and communication, was a devastating irony for Hall, a performer and professional acting coach by trade.
Several University undergraduate researchers are spending their summer playing with Legos, in simplest terms. Actually, they are not exactly Legos, but BioBricks.
Charlottesville native, one-time Wahoo and poet Ann Hudson walked these same commonplace streets that you and I walk today.
Whether it was when Air's musical narration tiptoed behind insomniacs as they wandered through a neon Tokyo in Lost In Translation or when it cried out along with the Lisbon sisters as they pulled their blonde hair out in The Virgin Suicides, this French duo's moody electronica served well and successfully (director Sofia Coppola is probably the band's #1 groupie) as background music for the silver screen. It's no surprise then that Air's newest record, Pocket Symphony, is the band's conscious effort to backtrack to the heavy-on-the-mood, light-on-the-pop aesthetics of their previous work with motion-picture soundtracks.
Sitting at the top of my personal list of "Favorite Music Moments" is Björk's legendary appearance on the Oscars' red carpet dressed like a swan.
Remember that plucky, prepubescent energy that compelled you to question everything? Remember that barefaced amusement with the world that you left behind along with bug dissections and cartoon reenactments? Likening Demetri Martin to a kid is the most flattering comparison I can offer the 30-something stand-up comic.
Only in the past year has the name Pandora begun to mean something other than a reference to the mythical woman who released havoc upon mankind.
I'm drawn to bands that take their title of "music artists" seriously. I search record stores for the newest sounds to startle my senses.
