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August 15, 2011

A piano is a dangerous thing in “Ten Cents a Dance,” John Doyle’s beautiful, brooding collage of the songs of Rodgers and Hart, now at the Williamstown Theater Festival here. A piano, you see, makes music. And music makes memories. And memories, well, as often as not they make regrets. So a piano can hurt a guy bad, especially in a place like the deserted gin palace where “Ten Cents a Dance” takes place.

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