ARTICLES BY Cy Ashley Webb

Cy spent the ‘80’s as a bench scientist, the tech boom doing intellectual property law, and the first decade of the millennium, aspiring to be the world’s oldest grad student at Stanford where she is interested in political martyrdom. Presently, she enjoys writing for Stark Insider and the SF Examiner, hanging out at Palo Alto Children's Theatre, and participating in various political activities. Democracy is not a spectator sport! Cy is a SFBATCC member.
The Arts
by on 10.27.14

Like how Memphis, Egypt sits on the river Nile, she points out, her Memphis is also on a river. Things move slowly. People and situations don’t really change – and when they do, it’s rarely for the better.

Haddock. Lots of haddock.
by on 10.20.14

The killer comedic timing of Neuenfeldt, Ward, and Noble keeps this fast-paced spy thriller, which serves more as a Brit equivalent to Get Smart!, than an alternate take on the Hitchcock original, moving forward.

Shave and a haircut...
by on 10.15.14

Ayn Rand might find Studwell’s transitions to the iconoclastic demon barber of Fleet Street so effective that she’d just have to get over the central conceit likening cannibalism to capitalism.

Theater & Arts
by on 10.14.14

Leave it to a group focused upon historically informed Baroque music – the same stuff that could be voted most likely to be museum pieces – to develop a concert format for the 21st century.

Something circular
by on 10.08.14

Harrison’s remarks about Bolcom feeling like an un-selfconsciously American composer apply here because Bolcom’s confidently letting parts of the European musical toolbox (like serial sequences) go crazy within an exclusively American frame.

Tales from "The Time of the Cockoo"
by on 10.07.14

This comparison of European and American attitudes toward marital fidelity suggests that while Americans aren’t as sophisticated as we like to think, we were far more sophisticated in the early ‘60s than we tend to remember.

need you & feed you at 64
by on 09.19.14

Old Hats is about growing older in a clown’s body – a subject near and dear to those who feebly thwart increasing decrepitude.

Not how they do it at the Bolshoi...
by on 09.15.14

Don’t think for a minute that she’ll give you any of that Je ne veux pas dejeuner stuff.

Damn vile courtiers!
by on 09.09.14

Rigoletto’s so direct and so fast paced, it’s as if the bel canto world of Bellini and Rosetti never happened.

Turning green, I really think so
by on 09.01.14

‘Wicked’ leaves you leaving the theater with a spring in your step and a slightly bigger heart, which is a taller order than all the green “ozmopolitans” offered at the bar during intermission