Alas, I've been ill so I've missed a few installments of the Arts Forecast column—but we're back, baby!
Let's kick things off with the announcement...
I'm old enough to remember rappers on Fillmore corners and TURF dancers in Oakland intersections. The homeboys gathered on my stoop throughout the day...
While contemporary music remains a hotbed of iconoclasm, one rarely finds punk-like figures pumping out the standard classical repertoire. That situation is slowly being...