Having previously turned down a Kit Kat ad campaign, David Bowie is now fronting one for Louis Vuitton. But how does one get him out the house?
The celebrated English composer has died at the age of 69. While he was better-known for pieces like Song for Athene and The Lamb, listening to his 2003 work The Veil of the Temple is the best way to appreciate his genius.
Also, Lily Allen's balloons are funnier than Robin Thicke's balloons.
How do the long-running CD compilations fit into a music industry dominated by streaming music, downloads and digital platforms?
After seeing Schiller’s play Maria Stuart, Donizetti created a new Tudor opera in which a central feature would be the meeting between Anne’s daughter Elizabeth and Mary Queen of Scots. Such a meeting never took place but it makes for riveting drama, part
It was Shakespeare that first drew me down an alley in Islington to the Little Angel Theatre (the self-declared home of British puppetry) in 2004. Its collaboration with the RSC on a production of Venus and Adonis for adults was nothing new but was a reve
There's a reason the Lou Reed tributes were so banal.
The internet has ushered in a new era of intimacy between artists and their audience.
Thicke's interview in the US version of Elle magazine reveals choice tidbits such as his father's advice: “I know she’s pretty, but you stared at her and followed her across the room. What if there’s a prettier girl sitting two tables away?"
To coincide with the release of "Inside Llewyn Davis", the Coen brothers held a glitzy tribute to American folk - where Marcus Mumford and Carey Mulligan were joined on stage by Joan Collins and Jack White.
We may have been a long way from the Castel Sant’Angelo in Rome, but with singing this good and orchestra playing freed from the dampening pit of an opera house, Puccini’s score was alive with protest and beauty.
Nicholas Hytner's replacement has only been directing a short time - he is an unorthodox choice, whose signature is inclusiveness.
Sexual performance is still the only power this society grants to young women, and it grants it grudgingly, rushing to judge and humiliate them whenever they claim it.
I have never seen such a druggy, cannabis-hazed, acid-housed production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Meanwhile, Vanessa Redgrave and James Earl Jones are failing to earn a standing ovation for their Beatrice and Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing.
In contrast to the boos at Bayreuth, at the end of Die Walküre during the Longborough cycle, there was a dead silence lasting at least a minute.
This book is a liberating antidote to decades of the kind of sanctimonious rock histories that examine in forensic detail the lives of often minimally popular musicians yet consider chart music – the stuff people actually like – beneath their notice.
This autumn, there's a generous helping of dark, psychological drama available in London's opera houses.
In a climate where we still don't understand the London riots, we need to keep the dialogue about gang culture open in any way we can.
Peter Gabriel had an early exodus from Genesis and found pop stardom. But first of all he wants to discuss the modern schooling system.
As the performance started, there wasn’t much to see or hear, because it began with a 17-month-long rest.
In the 1980s Ed Vulliamy made a pilgramage to Spillville, Iowa where Antonín Dvořák was inspired to compose his "American" String Quartet. Here he traces the entry of a quiet but profound influence on American music.
Years of training in “spotting”, the technique of quickly and repeatedly bringing your gaze to two specific points in front and behind you, certainly helps, but new research suggests that the brain’s ability to adapt plays a powerful role.
He's cited Lindsay Lohan as inspiration for one of his latest songs, and dedicated another to Tom Odell. As he brings his new album to The Roundhouse, Kate Mossman asks if he belongs to us all.
From the lullaby in Rosemary's Baby to Bernard Herrmann's final score in Taxi Driver, an unforgettable episode of BBC Radio 3's In Tune discussed music in thrillers.
The trio Baroque Encounter play an unusually intimate gig at the Handel House Museum.
If this is the price I have to pay to see rooms once frequented by Ringo Starr, then I'll pay it.
Part Gilbert and George, part Jeeves and Wooster, the group are apparently too old for radio.
The National Collective asked a country’s most creative minds to "imagine a better Scotland" – and now the idea is taking hold.
The Brown with whom I had slight journalistic dealings 20 years ago was kind. Turning him into a giant felled by demons (not all of them his own) adds grandeur to a short and undistinguished reign.