
A long stretch of beach. A man and his son living in a humpy, keeping out of sight from the townsfolk. Nets to be mended. A wife and mother recently passed away. Three orphaned pelicans.

On the eve of Chamberlain declaring war on Hitler, C.S. Lewis arrives in the London office of Sigmund Freud amidst air-raid sirens to debate the existence of God and the nature of faith.

Look. I'll be honest. To the best of my recollection, I'd never heard of Jenny Biddle. Until 'round about now. And that's a crying shame.

The script is packed with scintillating word play and top notch one liners. Our dynamic duo are appointed to engage Hamlet in conversation and determine the nature of his madness so indeed, words are all they have to go on.

Natalie Dietz doesn't shout. She doesn't need to. She whispers. Sweet somethings. Hers is a new form of jazz poetry. Her own. And her voice is hypnotic.

God love the ACO. It never disappoints. The latest tour, Barefoot Fiddler, is no exception. The inspiration for such is guest artistic director and lead violinist, Patricia Kopatchinskaja who, true to form, plays shoelessly.

July's Roseville event, last Friday evening, was a Latin fiesta and while the location might be one of the last places on the planet you'd expect to find authenticity in that realm, it might have been Santiago or Havana. Well, almost.