A Night of Grief and Mystery

Concerts for Turbulent Times they surely are. We aren’t poets, maybe, the evenings are poetic, musical and grave, raucous and stilling, which probably means theatrical. Nights in which love letters to life are written and read aloud. There’s some boldness in them. They have that tone. These nights have the mark of our time upon them, they’re timely, urgent, alert, steeped in mortal mystery. They’re quixotic and have swagger. What would you call such a thing? We call it Nights of Grief & Mystery. Let’s see what that thirty months of waiting was for. Let’s find out what we’ve got.