Mystère-en-scène
Nothing more fun on a scorching summer day that a friendly game of “Name that Opera.” Below you’ll find two photographs from a recent production of a familiar opera. Can you name the opera? (Bonus: who’s the director?)
(P.S. — no fair “guessing” if you know the answer from having seen the production or reviews of it!)
oh, forgot:
How Notung to Decorate
(No dead horse left unflogged)
Laverne & George Shirley
Amfortas, die Wunde Years!
The Parsi–Fall Guy
Der Fliegende Eaständers
Coronation of Poppea Street
James King of the Hill
The Simpsons and Delilah
I gave up scotch but I can’t get off the puns!
Picture this opera scene: Fritz and Fritzi (Reiner and Scheff) are walking ohne schatten in a merry garden beside a byington spring, following the execution of Stinkie Raisin. They stop and smear on #15 Sunnegardh. They break into the Charo Aria under the Lotta crabtree, as flower maidens Baba Doe and Mother Goose (cunning little nixons) bring them a Bardolpho pistola in Harry Bela’s cup of water filled from Tito’s leaking ruffo by the Sadko gekko. Then Oz Man and Pat Suzuki (the last savages) appear from 2 Palermo and bring up Trouble by tossing the sopran and the stick man into a vat of Sylvia’s fleming Grifelkin foss sass, as the chorus sings Fritz Freling’s Feelings.
I made fun of Patrick Swayze being a singer. Well, he is now drawing raves in London singing Nathan Detroit in Guys and Dolls. Can see him more as Sky, but he seems to be packing them in across the pond.