Cyclone Ingrid Part 2

We were dripping with sweat (reminded, though, that the ladies among us of course only glowed) but we had forgotten the heat by now. The bus had managed to continue to inch forward steadfastly. There could not have been much more than the merest whiff of fumes remaining in the tank by the time we

What Makes a Grown Man Cry?

We stood in the foyer behind a table, smiling, chatting, signing CDs…

Adieu, 3CT International! Long live music and the arts!

I don’t know what this will mean for Hao and The 3 Chinese Tenors as a singing, joking, story-telling, backflipping act. He didn’t give me all the reasons. I don’t even know any of the details. They may or may not be complicated but I didn’t ask too many questions because it was a business