THE UNLIKELIEST STAR RECITAL’S MUSICAL FIREWORKS
In the evening you poke through the Tenderloin, S.F.’s counterpart to NYC’s Bowery, past the homeless, jobless, hustlers, panhandlers and addicts. And encroaching couples clutch arms uncertainly, side-stepping litter on darkening sidewalks. Paying at the door, you get no ticket, nor printed program, and you enter the 30-seat hall. A flyer lists several composers (all female) and the night’s violinist (male). Wearing blue jeans, he walks in bearing his instrument, with no accompanist anywhere on the horizon; he might as…