hit it, boys!
When la Cieca’s dear friend and chief flunky around parterre.com JJ shlepped out this morning to fetch a copy of the New York Post, he seemed oddly keyed up. “With what I got in me, I could have been better than any of you,” JJ muttered.
Flinging the tabloid down on the breakfast bar, he continued, “What I’ve been holding down inside of me… oh, if I ever let it out, there wouldn’t be signs big enough! There wouldn’t be lights bright enough! Here he is, boys! Here he is, world! Here’s James!”
“Neither she, nor S Keenlyside are getting any younger.”
My god! That really is going too far.
Keenlyside is 49 years old. And the man sings like a god.
I heard him when he was an outstanding boy soprano and again when he was a choral scholar at Cambridge, and I’m not really ready to think of even myself as over the hill.
Why must such meaningless bitchiness be voiced? Have you no other means of taking out your frustrations?
“Keenlyside is 49 years old. And the man sings like a god.”
I heard god sing recently and Keenlyside doesn’t sound anything like him.
Yah. God sounds like Boris Christoff.
I thought God was a woman?
http://www.kellygod.com/
And I hope that with the NYPost gig, Parterre Box will continue to flourish-it’s one of my regular pleasures.
““banned from the MET foreverâ€;”
There are several people involved in this production, both from the production team and the singers, that SHOULD be banned from the Met forever.
“I heard him when he was an outstanding boy soprano and again when he was a choral scholar at Cambridge, and I’m not really ready to think of even myself as over the hill.”
Good god, then I’m an infant!
Brava Cieca! … tu canti agli angeli le tue orazioni…
Please let me add my congratulations on a really fine piece of work.
When I saw Bizkit on Dooce I near to split my sides a-laffin’. And I immediately thought of La Sonnambula! This is waaay too good not to make the Portland Opera blog next week.