This has probably been going on for a very long time, but I only just became obsessed and incensed with the frequency with which it appears.
Years ago, if people referred to me as sexy, it was flattering. For me, as a woman past 50, being tagged with that word felt great. Like I was being acknowledged for some outstanding achievement.
The Art Mob is playing it straight (sort of). Buster Keaton straight. Bob Newhart straight. The sly word, the hidden jab, the slightly raised eyebrow. Combine that with their penchant for doing music by folks who are long dead. Oh, and add the occasional Tin Pan Alley tune to the mix. Deadpan. Tin Pan Alley. Deadpan Alley. Get it? Come hear the Art Mob on Saturday, December 7th, an uncommon a cappella chorus of 17-ish intrepid singers. They will wow you with their patented mix of offbeat, witty, and occasionally heart-rending Victorian parlor songs, Sacred Harp hymns, and radio gospel, with some jazz, country, and new music mixed in.
Peggy Jarrell Kaplan will exhibit new portraits of 50 dance artists at the cutting edge of dance through December 21st. Kaplan has been photographing performing artists for more than three decades; and her historic collection is a time-line of contemporary dance, beginning with the iconoclastic Judson Church group in New York and currently including emerging artists from Africa, the Balkans and China. With ‘Glorious Notorious’, Kaplan continues to create a collective portrait of artists who embrace both the flagrant and sublime to push the canon of dance in new directions.