Desire Under The Elms at the St. James Theatre

I fear that this Web log has taken a distinct turn in a strictly music-oriented direction. Not to say that I don’t enjoy writing about music, because obviously I do, but my intention with The Tin Speaker has never been to create a Web log solely devoted to music. Instead, what I hope to create is a mesclun salad of culture, a forum for the advancement of the common welfare and a place for me to practice my typing skills.

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

I typed all of those — no copy/paste here, readers. I wouldn’t shortchange you like that.

What I’ve been driving at is that I saw a play Wednesday evening, a wonderful play, and I’m glad to be able to discuss that here, as a welcome change for me as well as, I suspect, a certain segment of my vast readership.

Warning sign of things to come

What is it?

Big things are happening in hornblower’s world, and this post is intended to give you a preview of the posts to come.