This is when you know you’re on Broadway (in the greatest city in the world (on a perfect day) (and Andrey isn’t here))

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This is when you know you’re on Broadway (in the greatest city in the world (on a perfect day) (and Andrey isn’t here))

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The artwork reflects its creator. Raúl de Nieves discusses his own pieces with us at the Whitney Biennial--what an honor to hear him speak!
The theater of belonging
In Hilton Als’ review of “Dear Evan Hansen” in the New Yorker, Als writes that the musical “is a profound evocation of how the need to belong can be as ugly as the need to exclude.” I’ve been thinking all day about the complicated ideas about belonging raised by the four theatrical performances we’ve seen so far this week: “887,” “Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet of 1812,” “Dear Evan Hansen,” and “The Hairy Ape.”Â
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The novel I’m currently working on ends with the following line:
“And, as I went to open the door to her room, I felt keenly how strange this all was: how we were so old and so young, absolved and innocent; how quickly we had let go of ourselves like those balloons in the night; how beautifully we disappeared.”
Taken in Central Park on the afternoon of March 28th.
I haven’t listened to opera in years. For me, the art form is deeply tied to a past self, a past self that feels so far in the distance that I can hardly touch it anymore.
Today, we attended LoftOpera’s production of Rossini’s “Otello.” I found that now, opera almost feels like a physical place to me. The long melodic phrases are the aisles of the libraries that I used to wander in search of new opera recordings, back in middle school when I fell oddly, madly in love with the art form. The slow, romantic arias are the freeway on cold blue mornings, on the way to school, the voices of my favorite singers mingling with the steam from my cup of hot chocolate. The breathless cabalettas are the grand mirrored staircase at my local opera house on those rare, long-anticipated evenings when I saw for the first time in person the operas I had listened to over and over--I was way up in the nosebleed seats in jeans and a T-shirt, but just being there was enough.Â
Even after tonight’s opera performance, I still couldn’t quite reach across the distance and touch that past self. But these chilly Bushwick streets, silvered with rain, were its sweetest encore.

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