Call for reviewers
It’s just a little over a month until “The Season” starts here in New York — though La Cieca hears that there is opera done elsewhere and she hopes someone will keep her up to date on this trend — but, anyway, what with the Season starting and the glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel and all that, your doyenne thought maybe she should start getting something organized as to an “official” parterre reaction to each of the Big Opening Nights.
Now, here’s the thing. Most places presenting opera in New York do not at this point offer review tickets to parterre.com. This is particularly true of the Met, and La Cieca knows how you all do like your Met coverage. So what she’s proposing is: if you’re planning to attend a performance anyway, and you think you would like to write about it for parterre, drop la cieca an email and let her know the dates you’re attending and any particular angle you might want to take with a review.
This way, La Cieca thinks, we can get some new blood up on the masthead, in the nonviolent sense I mean, and keep the discussion going even when your doyenne must recuse herself due to JJ’s journalistic commitments.
Start pitching, cher public!
Dan Dan Dan Dan …..Dan
though La Cieca hears that there is opera done elsewhere
[Like Elaine on Seinfeld</i?] Shut. UP!
Not that the some of us think New Yawk mindset.
Cher La Cieca, geliebter, please bring back the preview function. Please?
In the picture who’s the Lady on the arm of Quentin Crisp?.. and what is that women in the camel coat looking for, was she allowed in.
the lady in the camel coat is the same one who still hangs around the Met with many bags. She also smells like putrid urine. She never has a ticket and also asks people for free tickets.
I protest. This is a famous photo of genuine, if elderly, society ladies decked out in their also rather elderly finery for opening night, as I recall. It’s probably the last time anyone in America dressed up that splendidly for the occasion.
OMG! you guys, come on! It’s Mrs. George Washington Cavanaugh, Lady Decies, 4 quarts of diamonds, and…well… another person on the the sidewalk. LOOK and LEARN. Eat it all up. And promise to never, never again wear a turtleneck under your jacket at the opera again.
It’s Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt III on the left. It’s Mrs. August Belmont, Jr. in the tattered coat.
Would someone tell me please how to get into the damn chat room? Why isn’t it more obvious? Does it exiest?
http://parterre.com/la-casa-della-cieca/
should be open tomorrow afternoon.
thanks basso