David Cronenberg analyzes the analysts in A Dangerous Method.
After playing the part of a 19th–century British cross–dresser on the stage, Glenn Close worked to bring the tightly crafted character study to the big screen. Watching the poignant, if slight, results, we can understand just how tough it was for her to find financial backing for Albert Nobbs, a tidy period piece starring Close herself in the title role.
A visit from Lemony Snicket, a convocation with Nikki Giovanni, a snowboard film, a dance party, chamber music and some food for thought—all happening this week in Santa Cruz.
It’s no use trying to resist Dengue Fever’s strain of Cambodian pop. The six-piece plays Moe’s Alley on Wednesday, Feb. 1.
John Craigie has plenty of stories and song material, partly because the modern-day troubadour is always on tour. “I am literally on the road 100 percent of the year,” says Craigie, who hasn’t had a home where he pays rent or a mortgage in six years. “You gotta keep moving. You don’t want to overstay your welcome anywhere.”
A guitar-slinging heroine conjuring multitudes with only her voice and ax: the image of the singer-songwriter is an enduring one. But this iconic persona has shown its age in our time of sequencers and one-man laptop bands. So it was refreshing to watch Rachel Fannan at the Crepe Place circa 2008, assembling ornate live multi-part arrangements with electric guitar, drum machine and loop box that pushed the limits of what a single performer could produce live.
You’ve seen this movie before. You’ve even seen it with Mark Wahlberg in the lead. But to be fair, our middle-aged incarnation of Marky Mark can still work a room.
James Durbin, who started singing in bars at 15, has an edge that even his most ardent fans may have missed as they watched his ride on national television last year. “Being on [American] Idol, you get this stigma of being this wholesome person or else you don’t make it very far,” Durbin said before a secret concert earlier this week.
On a cold Santa Cruz night, where’s the best place to be? Bellied up to the bar in a cozy, friendly pub, lifting a pint and forgetting your woes.
Musings on a sunny Santa Cruz weekend.