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From High to Quite Low


It was a week crowded with culture, some of it elevated, some not. At the City Ballet, retiring principal Jock Soto danced his farewell in a new work created for him by Peter Martins. Sharing the stage was Martins’s wife, Darci Kistler, who made the performance even more memorable by slipping and landing on her rear. Daron Malakian, the guitarist in System of a Down, shouted an unbleeped “fuck” on Saturday Night Live, the fourth in the show’s long history. At a Queens art gallery, three writers were locked into Plexiglas boxes for a month, during which they are each to finish a 75,000-word novel; the Times sternly editorialized that this “trivializes the nature of writing.” The Tony nominations were announced, and among the current Broadway actors who failed to rate one were Denzel Washington, Jessica Lange, Jeff Goldblum, and Natasha Richardson. (With all the talent on the boards this year, it’s little wonder that Hollywood is in a slump.) Another bit of West Coast culture intruded into Manhattan thanks to the landslide, which had nervous locals talking of Malibu on the Hudson. The Rolling Stones gave an impromptu concert in front of Lincoln Center to launch their latest tour. Mick Jagger raised eyebrows when he told a teenage girl, who had inquired about the source of his “sexy” moves, that he got them “off her mum.” Gifford Miller, perhaps hoping to overcome the stigma of being the rare Wasp mayoral candidate, took to singing at his campaign stops. So far, he’s favoring standards like “Young at Heart,” but he has raised more exotic expectations by disclosing that he is a fan of Bob Marley. New York architect Peter Eisenman was in Berlin for the opening of his Holocaust memorial. Responding to critics of the scheme—a vast grid of 2,711 concrete pillars that seem to be sinking into the earth—Eisenman declared that “architecture is not a panacea for evil.” Meanwhile, the city grew ever wearier of the Pataki-Silverstein-Libeskind-
show, which some have cryptically taken to calling “The Aristocrats.” But wait, some good cultural news: The Mets are back on cable!


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