Headshot of La Cieca

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  • La Cieca: httpv://www.youtub e.com/watch?v=WwIi yeGE8qI 11:16 PM
  • ML: “seem to do just fine” This is like Cocky’s not noticing any memory lapse in 20 years... 11:16 PM
  • overstimmelated: Marcellina’s aria was sung at the Met … in the visiting Paris Opera production... 11:15 PM
  • overstimmelated: One is certainly free to read between the lines of Eyre’s blog, but the fact is that... 11:08 PM
  • ML: I suppose because arguing about where to place an empty prompter’s box would make no sense. 10:59 PM
  • steveac10: The aria is just plain odd. Not only is it an essentially soprano aria in a role that takes lower... 10:09 PM
  • Indiana Loiterer III: Susanna is a very long role with one short aria. Two arias, but so much is taking place... 9:52 PM
  • RobNYNY: Susanna is a very long role with one short aria. (Two alternatve short arias that are seldom... 9:27 PM
  • m. croche: Poor woodwinds! First they get distracted from their 12 week vacation by this lockout... 9:27 PM
  • danpatter: What a superb review. It has made me seriously consider buying this set, even though I have... 8:20 PM

Words without song

mclatchy_amazonLong ago, in a galaxy far away – I mean, the era before supertitles became common in opera houses around the world – you could always tell the text-mad opera fan.  He was the one who arrived early to the theater and spent the remaining minutes to curtain hunched over his libretto booklet, trying to cram as much of the libretto as he could into his head before the curtain went up, so he could (hopefully) follow along with the words as they were sung.  Some text divas even brought pen lights with them so they could follow along with the text while the opera was going on, to the great annoyance of their seatmates.

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Cobra Jewel Song

cobra-womanThe annual Richard Tucker gala came and went at Avery Fisher Hall with the usual quota of gaffes, wardrobe malfunctions, no-shows, too-much-shows, substitutions and surprise guests (well, guest).  And sandwiched between the routine, the egocentric and the just plain dull were moments of true dementia, the moments that we melomanes live and die for.  Most of those moments were due to the antics of a certain well-known Slavic diva (of whom more later).  But first, the specs.   Read more »