The drive from Ithaca, New York, at the southern end of Lake Cayuga to the old-and-new money town of Skaneateles at the northern end of…
Posts published by “David Yearsley”
Before I Am Love, directed by Luca Gaudagnino and released into American movie theaters this summer, the Pulitzer Prize-winning American composer John Adams had never…
There is nothing more sincere than a guitar. A few simple chords, plucked or picked one note after the other at a gently swaying tempo…
Bach never went in the ocean for a refreshing dip. He never even set eyes on the Atlantic. He could have made it to the…
Bach’s sons remained in the homeland — until the last, Johann Christian. Born in 1735, he was called, though even from beyond the grave, father…
When it comes to the commemoration of dead musicians, few women enjoy even a moment in the posthumous spotlight. They were rarely given the chance…
The musical terrain stretching between the entrenched aesthetic positions of parents and those of their teenage children is dotted with mines and ordnance laced with…
Last Saturday I returned from my early errands to find a mid-morning message on the phone from my uncle, who by happy coincidence also lives…
Jazz is often held to be the most direct form of personal expression: the taciturn cool of Miles (or do I mean cruelty?); the flighty…
While the rich still have not figured out how to evade death, they have always been adept at escaping taxes even from beyond the grave.…
Nothing is more ephemeral than a concert. Once played it is gone. A recording cannot reproduce or even fully recall it. Such documents are at…