Music isn’t what it used to be. Men aren’t asking Barbra Ann to hold their hands and quartets of women no longer beg the postman to deliver letters from their boyfriends so far away. Instead, music has permeated into comedy and the “musician/comedian” performers are ta...

“Where do you want to go tonight?” He asks.

“I don’t care, you pick,” She responds.

He becomes irritated, she feels unheard. They both feel like they’re talking to someone from another planet: He’s clearly from Mars and she’s clearly from Venus.

The show Men are from Mars...

I’m standing in line at Upper Crust Cakery in Rochester’s Neighborhood of the Arts waiting to order another King Crimson tea for myself when I see Taylor Wroblewski walk in. She’s visibly cold and out of breath, but Wroblewski, a classmate, is nonetheless her usual chi...