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high and mighty

Philip Glass’ 1980 opera “Satyagraha” is a very high-minded work, but it never hides behind its principles. Musically and scenically the Met’s production (seen April 11) would rank as a successful work of art even if its subject matter were less inspirational.

Our own JJ’s review appears in the current issue of Gay City News.

6 comments

  • David Utterback says:

    Thank you for such a well written review of Satyagraha. I also think that Glass uses his repetitive patterns with purpose. I like to think that the predictable patterns are used to put the listener in a trance (rather than to bore), when the predictability of the patterns is removed it all the more notable.

  • Jack Jikes says:

    Great review! I agree with you about the projections in the last act. They took away from the fine minimalist ‘choreography’ for King.

  • jatm2063 says:

    chirp…..chirp…..

  • Charlie B says:

    Thank you JJ, I found the article very helpful in being open to the ideas and sounds of this work.

  • Charlie B says:

    (that is, helpful to my own efforts to become open to Glass’s opera)

  • GiacoPucci says:

    I never thot hear hear myself think this, but after Angela’s Mimi this season, I don’t care if I never see “Boheme” again. I absolutely hate her interp. Maybe too, I’m so sick of that Z production (except for Act III), and I’ve never seen it in the Met, except for the HD, my DVD, and a bunch of other media. To a lot of us sentimentalists, “Boheme” is an intimate experience, and Mimi is the epitome of sweet womanhood. Angela is the epitome of a bitch!