Some have said New York City was a dirty dingy place in the 1970s.
In 2008, a film crew began documenting a group of young heavy-metal musicians in Egypt.
One night this week I skipped a launch party for composer Hilary Tann's new CD to go play the recorder alone on a bridge on the edge of town, high over the Erie Canal. Fish were jumping, swallows were skimming the water, it was impossibly beautiful and quiet, and I couldn’t resist. So I walked up a hill to the bridge with my son’s primary school recorder and The Daily Ukule