Thursday, April 12, 2018 - 2:44pm
Colin Stetson

Stetson’s performance this Saturday at the Michigan Theater is, without a doubt, going to be emotional.

Wednesday, April 11, 2018 - 5:28pm
Rochelle Riley

Riley began by listing the names of some of history’s enslaved people in the state of Mich. She begins each talk in each different state in this same way. Setting a tone to the night, she asserted: “I will not shut up about slavery.”

Monday, April 9, 2018 - 5:47pm
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Their coverage is important, but the intimate and important feeling of relating to the hosts is something mostly unique of podcasts.

Tuesday, April 3, 2018 - 3:56pm
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The point of art is to create, not to achieve perfection.

Tuesday, April 3, 2018 - 12:22pm
Nyle DiMarco

For people with disabilities, engaging in the arts can be a frustrating and isolating experience. Around the world, countless theaters, museums and concert halls lack the proper accommodations necessary to be accessible to people with disabilities. In the last half-century, the global disability rights movement has made significant strides in securing the rights of people with disabilities to lead full, independent lives.

Monday, April 2, 2018 - 2:40pm
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“There’s a lot of stigma surrounding mental health,” Issa said. “It’s okay if you are suffering, and it’s good to seek out these resources.”

Thursday, March 29, 2018 - 3:17pm
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The ’60s are dead. Protests are dead. We go to plays to be entertained. We read the news to be validated. We are deaf. Nobody is murdered. Nobody disagrees. Theatre can be used for change, but it is used for assimilation.

Thursday, March 29, 2018 - 3:07pm
Mohja Kahf

Kahf’s poetry both addresses and reinvents stereotypes about Muslim women, encapsulating issues of femininity, sexuality and gender.

Thursday, March 29, 2018 - 3:06pm
Chick Corea

Saturday’s performance will mark the end of a fantastic tour and (hopefully) the beginning of a new collaboration between artist and ensemble.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018 - 4:54pm
Ghungroos

One of the earliest childhood memories that I posses took place on the kindergarten playground. It was a crisp Michigan fall day and I was wearing an oversize pink windbreaker. My black curly hair was gathered into a messy ponytail, but uncooperative strands had fallen out to create more of an afro effect. Under the play structure, I was gathering wood chips from an awning, minding my own business. If I’d known the term then, I’d have said that I was zen.