Full enjoyment of felicitie

Cage trapdoor

Catching up on recent scribbling:

And:

How classical took control of the jazz in Rhapsody in Blue.
San Francisco Chronicle, February 28, 2018.
(Special thanks to Joshua Kosman for the request.)

The image at the top is my favorite slide from a talk I gave at the Radcliffe Institute last month. Here’s my second favorite:

Playboy hi-fi ad 1962
I know it’s supposed to be a stereo-equipment showroom, but I think it’s more fun to imagine that it’s actually the guy’s apartment, and his date is slowly backing toward the door, having realized the depth of his addiction.

Also from the talk—an earworm of unusual ruthlessness. You’ve been warned.

Let them when they leave thy altars / Kindle others in thy name

office

This space has been quiet for four months, but, for once, I have a decent excuse, as I have doing my utmost to take advantage of the flatteringly good fortune of a fellowship at the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study at Harvard. The full, worldwide panorama of post-World War II music requires diligent pursuit! Nevertheless, I am giving it a shot. If you’re in Cambridge, feel free to drop by.

Still, it’s a good time to catch up on collating some other work. I am very happy once again to be mingling with the fine souls at NewMusicBox, this time with some ruminations on music’s ability (or lack thereof) to connect:

Courtesy of the implacable nature of the church calendar, there’s also two more choral introits to add to the ever-expanding list:

And the Globe column has been scaled back to a monthly affair, but continues to lurk around the edges of the newspaper industry:

Put it all in one place like that, and I seem really productive. Negligence has its advantages.