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Almost always deliberately funny.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bradweismann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bradweismann.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513217438041867788/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Brad Weismann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473472881579089861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IztNg14BO2c/Sa1oPTLOXPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oogK0drPt3g/S220/myface.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BradWeismann" /><feedburner:info uri="bradweismann" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cCQHczfCp7ImA9WhRWEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513217438041867788.post-332772149400142982</id><published>2011-12-27T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T14:24:21.984-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-27T14:24:21.984-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Feature Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Denver" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arts and Entertainment" /><title>From EnCompass Magazine: I write about swing dancing in Denver</title><link rel="related" href="http://www.encompassmag.com/2012/01/traveltalk.html#1" title="From EnCompass Magazine: I write about swing dancing in Denver" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bradweismann.blogspot.com/feeds/332772149400142982/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bradweismann.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-encompass-magazine-i-write-about.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513217438041867788/posts/default/332772149400142982?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513217438041867788/posts/default/332772149400142982?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BradWeismann/~3/YM6ui0uw4UY/from-encompass-magazine-i-write-about.html" title="From EnCompass Magazine: I write about swing dancing in Denver" /><author><name>Brad Weismann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473472881579089861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IztNg14BO2c/Sa1oPTLOXPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oogK0drPt3g/S220/myface.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JnONzhe7R2Y/Tvo3cM_6UiI/AAAAAAAAGwE/BcoNXTTjO5w/s72-c/lindyhop.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Lovely! Thanks so much to the kind folks at EnCompass for commissioning and running this feature story from me on the swing-dance revival scene in Denver -- in their Jan./Feb. 2012 issue.
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Yes. There are three. Not surprisingly, all three are funny. The humor not only lets in the welcome contrast of cynicism in, it leavens the deadly-serious sentiments encoded in their holiday DNA. You can play these over and over and over -- I will never tire of them! They are "A 
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And our countdown continues . . . as we move into the heart of darkness. You know, it's not that I don't value love, kindness, faith, and redemption. I treasure them. But when you fetishize any values and work them and work them and work them, they ossify. They sour. They become shorthand for real feelings. Then they take their place entirely. That's when they become despicable.

8. "The Gift of
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Still, the crushing rush of Christmas is so culturally pervasive that you can’t escape the traditional holiday entertainments that dragoon your children, force your attendance or attention, make your teeth grind and exhaust all remaining reserves of 
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Edouard de Reszke as Mephistopheles in Gounod's "Faust" -- the Devil gets all the good tunes.
With the chill in the air, opera season is here, and I’ve been looking at the juicy parts the typical operatic villain gets to sing.

While it’s perceived as a pastime for the rich, most of its history saw opera as an opiate of the people. Yep, common folk would flock to see these larger-than-life 
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Straight out, I need to make an admission – I went to high school with the author. No pressure, right?
I have been reviewing books, and a vast variety of work in other media, for two decades now. When I found out that a former classmate had written a book, I requested a 
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The Age of Movies: Selected Writings of Pauline KaelEdited by Sanford Schwartz828 pgs., Library of America
Pauline Kael makes me so mad. Yes, in the present tense. The brilliant, renegade film critic still pisses me off, 20 years after she stopped writing and 10 years after death. I grew up reading her, frequently flinging my copy of The New Yorker across the room . . . then retrieving it and 
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Norman Corwin died yesterday at the age of 101. Sixty years ago, he was one of the most celebrated voices in America. Ten years after that, the medium he made his name in was extinct. 

The world of radio as mainstream entertainment for
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Tito Gobbi as Rigoletto: a jester with an agenda.

I love to sing. Ask around; a lot of bystanders have been injured in the process.
There’s something thrilling about carrying a tune, whether or not you’re particularly good at it. After high-school choir and a little musical theater, though, I was done as a singer.
I still love to listen, though – especially opera. Why? Maybe it’s the fact that
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This is not a critical review. This is not analysis. It’s excessive gushing followed by extensive quoting. Hope that works for you.
I’ve idolized Alan Arkin all my life. First, he made me laugh until I hurt in “The Russians Are Coming, The Russians Are Coming!” Then he scared the crap out of me in “Wait Until Dark.” Then he made me cry in “The 
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Khlestakov (Stephen Wright) accepts a "loan" from the Mayor (Gary Alan Wright) in the Colorado Shakespeare Festival's production of "The Inspector General." [Photo by Patrick Campbell/CU Communications]
Greed! Corruption! Lust! Lies! Stupidity! 
No, it’s not a new reality show. It’s an OLD reality show, and it’s still true to life. Nikolai Gogol’s 1836 comic play, “The Inspector General,” is 
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Jamie Ann Romero and Ben Bonenfant in the Colorado Shakespeare Festival's production of "Romeo and Juliet." [Photo by Glen Asakawa for CU Communications]
The Colorado Shakespeare Festival's troupe needs a hit. Like action heroes with their backs against the wall, they pull off a miracle – a straightforward, involving production of “Romeo and Juliet.”
CSF’s production of “R &amp;amp; J” doesn’t mess 
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A banjo player, he’s strongly grounded in the traditional, acoustic North American sound patterns. But he uses music to travel the world. 16 years into his career as a composer and player, he maintains an inquisitive insistence in all aspects of his life that leads him from project to 
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I (right) lead the Q &amp;amp; A with visiting director Thomas Sem Løkke-Sørensen ("The Unhappy Woman"). [Photo by Randy Malone]
Here is a link to my work this year as the Social Media Director of the Boulder International Film Festival. We had a lot of fun sharing information with our ever-widening audience, both attendees and those joining in  from around the world. As usual, I was up there 
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What becomes a legend most? 
What about the bargain bin? 
Cultural artifacts are often held over our heads, beginning in childhood and on through our life spans. These creative touchstones, supposed founts of meaning and common underpinnings of Western civilization, are touted as semi-sacred objects, to be admired, if not worshipped. 
Once upon a time, everyone was schooled in them. For better 
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I was walking past a window in my house last night and I yelled to my wife, “Hey! There’s a creepy old man out there! He’s staring at me! I’m scared!”
“Oh, crap. It’s a mirror.”
What happened? Where 
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Part One

Part Two

Part Three


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It's a list that sprang unbidden into my petite cranium as I was doing research into vaudeville. Until I started plowing through that information, I hadn't realized how much comedy heritage (and stolen material) has been passed down from one medium to the next medium through the last 200 years of American history. 
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