but enough about me. almost.
Dishy scribe Zachary Woolfe muses on “The Bewitching Art of La Cieca” in The New York Observer. Our Own JJ is profiled, covered, revealed, reported, what he eats and what he wears and whom he knows and where he was, and when and where he’s going.
No Sanford aren’t those geeks?
Gentleman….come on. This is an opera blog. Your debate is definitely a valid one, one that in fact needs to take place, but I don’t particularly want to read it here. I come here to get away from the issues and get into the bitching over who’s singing what role and why they’re crazy, or how Rufus Wainwright is destroying all that is good and holy. Let’s just take a breath, step back, and duke out the issue in a more appropriate place.