Post from Community Art & Performance

Once, on our way to the subway at conference in Saint Petersburg, Russia, a colleague and I entered a long anti-room with a completely tiled domed ceiling. A dozen violinists were lined up against the length of the room tuning, as crowds of people streamed past. "Let's wait," I said to my friend. It was Vivaldi's "Winter," and for those who know it, when one of the violinists stepped out in front of the rest and ripped into his solo, you ca ...