How David Zinman Got The Idea Of 10PM Concerts For Young Adults

The conductor recounts how he asked his 16-year-old son, “‘You like classical music, but why don’t you go to concerts?’ He said ‘but none of my friends go to concerts’. I said ‘why don’t they go to concerts?’ He thought about it and said ‘they don’t want to be seen with their parents’. A little light bulb went off in my head: Let’s have late concerts where parents aren’t allowed.”

Star Of UK’s Coronation Street Musical Says It’s ‘Bedlam’

“Paul O’Grady has spoken out for the first time about his experiences working on the ‘postponed’ musical Street of Dreams, labelling it ‘bedlam’ and calling on the show’s producers to pay all of the cast and crew involved immediately.” O’Grady, who plays the narrator of the show based on the long-running soap opera, called the show’s producers “incompetent, inept and unprofessional.”

Houghton Mifflin Files For Bankruptcy Protection

“Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishers Inc, whose textbooks have been a staple in American schoolhouses for decades” – and which publishes such evergreens as the Curious George series and Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings trilogy – “filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection on Monday after agreeing with creditors to eliminate $3.1 billion of debt.”

Philip K. Dick, Visionary (This Is Not A Metaphor)

Beginning in 1974 (following dental surgery), the science-fiction author “experienced and indeed enjoyed a couple of nightlong psychedelic visions with phantasmagoric visual light shows. These hypnagogic episodes continued off and on, together with hearing voices and prophetic dreams, until his death eight years later at age 53. … Now, was this just bad acid or good sodium pentothal?” (Or something else altogether?)

Paris’s Shakespeare & Co. Perks Up, Thanks To Next-Generation Owner

Sylvia Beach Whitman, whose father, longtime owner George Whitman, died in December at 98, now hosts readings, small concerts, and festivals at the legendary little English-language bookshop. She still lets young writers and artists sleep there (at what they call “Hotel Tumbleweed”), but she has the place cleaned properly, and she’s put in (just imagine!) a cash register.