House of Mirth

Here's Joseph Brodsky chatting with Sven Birkerts back in 1979. The subject is Venice, whose ample and aqueous charms the poet would la...

Ever since I came across this tremendous photo, I've been on a Django Reinhardt jag (the latest one, anyway). It dates from 1946, when t...

Just as there is no reason to start blogging, there is no reason to stop. So I'll get rolling again with two savory snippets. First, an ...

The clip below, expertly shot and edited by Jay Irani, captures the very first (and rather rickety) song in the set, "My One And Only L...

With alarming frequency, I have dreams in which I'm prepping for a musical performance, then show up for the actual event with no idea w...

Despite my shy and reclusive nature, I'll be appearing at 6:00 PM this Sunday, April 25, at the Jalopy Theater in Brooklyn. The stars ...

I've written before about the potential pitfalls of the Amazon customer review system: namely, the opportunities for logrolling, anonym...