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Dave B.
I didn’t plan to drag two children under the age of 10 to all three days of Bumbershoot. But that is exactly what I did.
My festival preview lives here, and my survival guide is here. My compatriots over at Three Imaginary Girls and the KEXP blog (not my compatriots- just good coverage) have, I think, covered most of the shows. So I am free to talk about the secret of life. Read More
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Doe Bay Fest is only six years old, but with its stellar record for booking the best of the Northwest, it is already legendary. Festival-goers recognize each other on the street and nod – “Doe Bay?” “Doe Bay” – like members of a secret society sharing a password. This was my first year at Doe Bay, and because of the type of writing I do for a living, I wanted to tell you how to score tickets to Doe Bay Fest, which always seems to sell out before tickets go on sale. I planned to describe the camping areas and give advice about meal planning and festival food.
But now that I’ve been there, I’m not going to write any of that. Read More
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Verna Shultz Halpain
Seattle Opera’s production of La Boheme made me cry. I love this opera about bohemian artists in Paris for several reasons. One is that it reminds me a real-life bohemian close to my heart. Read More
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A picture of the set, taken from Seattle Opera’s FB page because of technical difficulties related to my cell phone.
At the end of my rant about holding on to my own aesthetic standards in the face of a sanitized kid-friendly worldview, I gave opera as an example of music that really didn’t work for kids. I ate my words at Seattle Opera’s performance of La Cenerentola, a Cinderella story that both of my daughters would have enjoyed completely. About the same time, I won a Twitter contest for tickets to see Heron and the Salmon Girl. Read More
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You kiss by the book(let)
Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure…this one left them all behind.
This line from The Princess Bride kept running through my head during Roméo et Juliette at Pacific Northwest Ballet. Since I first saw ballet, there have been four instances that left the others behind. Read More