|Andrew Lindemann Malone's Internet Playpen|
Everything that's not a movie and isn't sports and isn't an argument goes here. (If you can think of a cartoon that more succinctly summarizes that, please let me know.) That includes pieces that are almost arguments, and are intended to be humorous, but deal with the part of our culture that's not about movies. (If that division sounds somewhat arbitrary, that's because it is.)
This section really includes most of the writing I'm doing now, which is odd, but I haven't figured out what cartoons I would need to draw in order to be able to redistribute everything properly.
In which what had originally been intended to be a blog entry ends up being 800+ words.
A native Bethesdan plays pillars of the Romantic piano repertoire in North Bethesda.
Really fine playing of Russian music from a nation that Russia frequently conquered. It's OK now, folks!
Two of my favorite Baroque performers show us how it's done in an intimate setting. (By which I mean Baroque performance, perv.)
A spotlight on Telemann shows some good stuff.
A Hungarian pianist makes a big comeback.
This'll learn washingtonpost.com not to let me do a blog for them.
It's not classical, and it's not hip-hop; it's not all it could be, but it's still entertaining.
Have I mentioned recently that no one pays me anything for what I write here?
How did I feel about seeing the go-go in the same place where I normally go to watch the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra? Feel like movin' my boooody!
The high school radio nostalgia mix, extensively annotated.
What the New Yorker doesn't know or fact-check about hip-hop.
Diametric opposites in concertgoing, plus: Who is Playbill produced for, anyway?
One newish work and one hot young pianist make for an uneven but interesting evening of music-making. Plus: Andrew's latest celebrity crush, if we greatly relax the normal definition of "celebrity."
Hold up! Wait a minute! My first go-go show, finally, and I'm in a mood to tell you all what you're probably missing.
Finally, an accurate album title, from the Brooklyn underground stomper.
The article that got me hired at the All Classical Guide.
A specific expression of a lament I've repeated quite often ever since Jazz Times started me on reviewing "classical jazz" recordings.
Just to prove to you that I hadn't really figured out how to write about hip-hop as of May 2001.
A review that will be seen in an upcoming issue of Jazz Times. I wanted my opinion on this widely reviewed work out there as quickly as possible, though.
"Many people do say that your show is offensive. How can I shut them up so I can watch it in peace?"
Where do you store your junk? In the commodious trunk of a Mitsubishi Spyder, of course!
Tryna get to New York City on March 16 using Greyhound.
An update finds that the indies still got jerked by the new construction and its accompanying subsidies.
Every time you want to see a non-megaplex film, look here for the inside dope on which theater will be the best to see it in.
I don't have any bias! These restaurants are just better than the chains that are trying to take their business!
Silver Spring's new crown jewel, rescued from the ashcan of history. (Updated and expanded 9/1/03.)
Whether eating out, dining in, or making it yourself, I have an opinion.
Pizza Hut brings out the worst in Chicago-style pizza.
A new section created so I can review my friends' stuff without having to constantly acknowledge that I'm not being objective.
The Daedalus, back in D.C. with more fine playing to step to.
Once again featuring Robert Kahn, along with a bunch of other people who I now like.
My friend Jessica Thompson and three other people make their mark with Haydn, Beethoven, and an in-da-hizzouse Elliott Carter.
A new work by my brother-in-law.
Brian Metropolitan and two other people grab me with the guitars and drums.
Featuring Robert Kahn and a bunch of other very funny people.
I break down for you the references to Big Pun and the Notorious B.I.G. in novels by Zadie Smith and Gary Shteyngart.
Your guide to the text I'm imbibing.
A week and a half fighting mad cow disease in Yakima, Washington.
Radiosuckers never play anything about lab rats, Napster and songs in heavy rotation.
Rick Miller does "MacBeth" in Simspons voices, by himself, with special effects. Hear him tell how and why.
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