Pianist Lisa Hilton has stitched together a self-described profile of Manhattan-bearing titles like “City Streets,” “Warm Summer Night,” “Sunday Morning,” “Late Night” and the title track. The titles are not only interchangeable; they’re totally meaningless. Hilton did not succeed in fashioning an urban travelogue via mini-tone poems. What results from her repetitious meanderings is a study in monotony.
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