Author: Itshak Sugarman

There is a particular kind of brillance that operates in plain sight, yet goes largely unrecognized. It doesn’t belong to the performer who takes a bow at center stage, but to the architect working quietly behind the curtain — the one whose creations sink so deeply into the cultural bloodstream that we no longer notice them at all. They simply are. They belong to the air itself. Randy Edelman is that kind of genius. Ask most Americans to name their favorite film composer and they will likely offer John Williams or Hans Zimmer. Very few will say Randy Edelman. And…

In a smashing musical expedition, composer and pop star icon Randy Edelman rocked the shores of Massachusetts from the Boston Seaport to historical Salem where the infamous witch trials took place over 300 years ago and the bewitchment of the village still leaves its visitors masked in bewilderment. Carried by the current his music was encircled by the arms of the mystery of God. He shines so finely it surpasses understanding. Randy’s music propels us to question not who we love, but why we love. Not where we go but when and how we stay tethered when our roots are…