If you are an artist, it's almost a certainty that you will fall into the blue region represented above—that is, in the lower 90 percentile of wage earners in the US. Everyone deserves, and should demand, a living wage. Not just for artists but for everyone.The time has come to insist on an obvious but overlooked fact—artists are workers. They make things and perform services, just like other workers, and these goods and services have value—not merely in lofty spiritual terms but also in dollars and cents. Dana Gioia, Chairman National Endowment for the Arts. in Artists in the Workforce, 1990-2005
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Wednesday, August 29, 2012
One of life's strange twists is that there is more to it than we will ever know. More to see. More to explore. More to love. More than we can do in one lifetime. Try as we might, we cannot do all there is to do. We can try. And we should do as much as we can accomplish. Recently a friend, as we all do, encountered a rough patch. About that same time I heard this song being sung on the radio, and there being more to life than I can do, missed the chance to see it sung live. I regretted this, but hearing it again, and thinking of my friend, it made me revisit this song and the context in which it was sung in the show, "Into the Woods." The first thing that struck me about this performance, the thing that really floored me, was the voice control required to sing it. It's really quite amazing—more so, because it appears so effortless. After I listened to Bernadette Peter's take on this classic, I spoke with someone who had performed the play to remind myself of the context of the song. Musicals exist for the book; the music is what drives them, the action proceeds only to get us to the next song. But what seems to separate the very good musical from the great ones are the songs, and the connecting action between the two. In the case of this song, a number of classic fairytale characters have been wandering around trying to find their way in the world. Sad for them, times have been tough. Love ones has left them. Life has been filled with despair. And it is here, lost in the woods, that they stumble upon this key moment.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Fifty-word restaurant review of Aixois-Kansas City.
Perhaps not the best French cafeteria food you'll ever eat but likely the most expensive. Aixois commits the ultimate faux paux: neglecting the food. Everything about my meal here was pedestrian. Sadly, in a weird transference of power, the best option on the Aixois menu might be a burger with pommes frites.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Gay Republicans are the funniest people. I don't know what it is about Republicans but if they are vociferous in their opposition of it, it seems that eventually the skeleton will come out of the closet.