By New York Times News Service / The Bulletin
February 7, 2010
Earl Barthe said that plastering and music “sort of rhyme.” Perched on a scaffold, he would burst into arias from “Carmen” or growl like Muddy Waters when installing a ceiling medallion.
“Curves,” Barthe said, “are conducive to the blues.”
A fifth-generation plasterer, the man known as Mr. B.....