Music

The names of those who’ve walked away from us are the suspension of our time with them—a time which we can’t separate from ourselves, even if it belongs to a past self.

Cunningham’s full-bodied vocals evinced an uncanny ability to marry with the band’s verve-imbued groove, at times in unexpected ways.

In his sweeping solos, Wyatt Underhill, an acting associate concertmaster, managed to turn his violin into an oboe, the oboe into a gong, then back into a violin solely through the specificity of his fingers. 

Romantic embraces of youth and freedom bookend 1989 — everything in between is a perfect storm of love and heartbreak.

On a Sunday afternoon outside Zellerbach Hall, concert-goers of all ages dodged stray skateboards to line up for Berkeley Symphony's season opener “American Kaleidoscope.” The question presumably on the crowd’s mind? How would conductor Joseph Young revamp the program’s 100-year-old centerpiece: George Gershwin’s “Rhapsody in Blue?”

Gone is the melancholic, oneiric Blue Neighborhood that defined Sivan’s past — in his relocation to a new landscape of unabashed revelry and excess, the artist has packed up his electro-pop sensibilities and packed away his poignance.

A fangirl has every right to enjoy the music she likes and support her favorite celebrities just for her own personal enjoyment, without facing derision or condescension.

Though IMYA + IHLY at times romps around with the same bright, fervent production that characterized its predecessor, at heart, it brims with thoughtful reminiscence and an evolved thematic purview.

After all, who among my Spotify followers would care to search through and analyze the meanings behind a playlist called “sandpaper?”

The documentary’s power lies in its exploration of resilience, reconciliation and the enduring strength of family bonds.