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Though several of the performed works could have fit nicely into a Broadway show, the audience was treated to a diverse range of style. An ode to the guitar by Matt V. Cantor ’06 bordered on folksy, while Kamala S. Salmon ’03 performed her breathlessly soulful song “Fly.” Ally C. Smith ’06 performed Mitnick’s lullabye from a mother to a newborn daughter, a wish that her daughter believe in angels made even sweeter by Smith’s angelic voice and heartful...
...most memorable pieces was a clever bluesy take on Original Sin written and performed by Alvin E. Hough ’06, Robert P. Young ’06 and Salmon. With slyly tongue-in-cheek lyrics, the piece chronicles an argument over dinner between Adam and Eve. She doesn’t want to prepare a meal, and sends him out to find an alternative food that doesn’t need to be cooked...
...Salmon, who is considering music as a possible career, saw the workshop as a chance to work with someone with professional experience and to test out her material. In one of her songs she intones, “What makes it all okay? / The music that we play / What makes the dark light? / The music that we write...
...because of asthma. I've never been that perfect-idol guy. For me, there is no perfect. When you get a piece of bread, you find out there's toast. When you get toast you find there's butter, then peanut butter, then jam. Oops, then you find smoked salmon. Then someone passes you a club sandwich. Do you think that's perfect? No. You clear the whole damn table and someone says 'there's caviar.' There's always something better...
That's how this show works. In the dialogue between these two great artists, in their reciprocal affection, mutual treacheries and grudge matches on stretched canvas, lies a good part of the history of Modernism. So was Salmon right? Is it nearly impossible to admire both Picasso and Matisse? Don't believe it. No one will leave this show without loving them both. And the only people to be pitied are the ones...