Getting Out More

It's nice every now and then to leave the cyberbubble and strip off the virtual-reality goggles and gloves, even at the cost of one's Matrix-like superpowers. But a flamenco concert is best experienced in person. The guitarist physically whacks, taps and plucks on gut and rosewood. The dancer has no wire harness. Little puffs of dust rise when she stamps her feet; you can hear her breathe. And the drum machine is made of meat. Sorry if you couldn't make it--we have brought home as much of it as we could for you to share in the UpNorth Concert Hall (see below). The leftovers are pretty good--but are still leftovers. You'll have to make the outing next time. It'll be good for you.