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A local discovers his voice at Omega

A local discovers his voice at Omega

Singing is my personal dragon: a problem with inflamed resonance in my daily life. When I arrived at Omega, I was there, straight-up, in the role of seeker and supplicant. This was Omega, an institution in the direct line of descent of 20th-century psychology, especially the humanistic and integrative psychology of its second half. I fully expected that my traumas and histories would be invoked. I expected to tell my singing story, which is something I am good at and easy with – unlike, say, singing itself.

Freeing the Natural Singer class at Omega with Claude Stein

Freeing the Natural Singer class at Omega with Claude Stein

I went to Omega to attend Claude Stein’s three-day “The Natural Singer” workshop. Had it been for any reason other than singing, I might have come equipped with some critical detachment, an analytical readiness to “read” this place and its people, its language, its demographics, its style and its values, like some rural smartass who had attended half a lecture on Roland Barthes 25 years ago. I am no hardened skeptic or serial debunker (who has the time or the authority for that?), but I might have gone hunting for a playful and unorthodox “take.” That’s my brand, you see.

Bardavon screens The Silence of the Lambs  on Friday

Bardavon screens The Silence of the Lambs on Friday

The Bardavon commences its 2019/20 film series with the landmark thriller The Silence of the Lambs on Friday, October 4. The film’s five Academy Awards are the least of its claims to fame. Jonathan Demme’s masterpiece is a cultural institution, its scenes enshrined in the collective imagination, quotable by all as if it were the dark counterpart to Caddyshack. Mini-concerts on the Mighty Wurlitzer Organ take place 30 minutes before each film at the Bardavon. Admission costs a mere $6.

Robert Ohnigian’s art of collage

Robert Ohnigian’s art of collage

The collages are small and made entirely of paper from old books. Squares of varying shades of off-white and tan are arranged in rectangles criss-crossed with brown lines that look drawn but are actually the time-stained edges of pages. Occasionally — in not more than two or three spots per collage — a tiny face, limb, or bit of text peeks through the squares. The letter “O,” the word “but.”