The V.I.P.s
That’s you, of course, cher public, whom La Cieca (not pictured) is inviting to join the weekly discussion of off-topic and general interest subjects. Our own Camille suggests as an opening gambit tonight’s Lifetime movie event Liz and Dick. The operatic connection, you ask?
Muti conducts a ‘strepitoso e straordinario Simon in Rome. Mirabile dictu, without a pleasant sunday!
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Oh dear, Silvana Pampanini! Time isn’t kind to people, is it.
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Depends upon the inner beauty of the soul, one would conjecture, and no, time is a most cruel master/mistress.
I thought exactly the same, oedipe, but maybe the surgeon’s scalpel is to blame, not anno domini. And I must say that the vast majority of the photographs on the website are making me revise my opinion of Italian ladies as elegant and understated -- thank goodness for the French Ambassador’s wife…
Born on this day in 1932 mezzo-soprano Heather Begg
Happy 52nd birthday soprano Leontina Vaduva
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS (ABR.JACKSON HTS.VERSION)
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, AND ALL THROUGH THE MET
THE DIVAS AND DIVOS WERE SCREAMING, YOU BET.
THE TENORS WERE HUNG AND THE DIVAS WERE SWEET.
WITH HOPES THAT THEIR SQUILLO WOULD GIVE THEM A TREAT.
THE PATRONS WERE SNUGGLED ALL SNUG IN THEIR SEATS
EXPECTING AN EVENING THAT COULD NOT BE BEAT.
THE USHERS WERE QUIET NO SOUND OR A TAP
‘CAUSE SOMEONE NAMED LOIS WAS TAKING A NAP.
WHEN OUT ON THE STAGE THERE AROSE SUCH A CLATTER
THE PATRONS WERE TRYING TO SEE WHAT’S THE MATTER
THE CURTAIN AROSE AND THEN LO AND BEHOLD
SANTA WAS PLACIDO, AND STILL NOT TOO OLD.
HE FLEW THROUGH THE AIR WITH THE GREATEST OF EASE
AND NO ONE DID CARE THAT HE LOST HIS HIGH C’S
AND TIED TO HIS SLED THAT WAS PULLING AWAY
HE CALLED TO THE TENORS WHO PULLED ON THE SLEIGH
“NOW PIOTR, NOW MIKEY, NOW JONAS, NOW JUAN,
CALLEJA AND TANNER AND DEAR VILLAZON.”
THEY ALL SANG ALONG LIKE A BEAUTFUL CHORUS
AND ASKED HIM WHEN HE WAS ALL SET TO SING BORIS.
THE PEOPLE ALL CHEERED THIS INCREDIBLE SIGHT
BECAUSE ALL THE TENORS HAD SUNG WITH GREAT MIGHT.
I REALLY HAD TIME FOR THIS, I AM NOT LAZY,
BUT ONE OR TWO POSTERS WILL KNOW THAT I’M CRAZY
Thanks, Charlie, you old Sweetie.