Joel Rozen

Joel Rozen is a culture critic, anthropologist, and audiophile living in New York. His doctoral thesis at Princeton—still underway—is based on some field research he did in North Africa a few years ago; since then he’s enjoyed teaching in the city and writing about music. His love of opera can probably be traced back to high school, when he used to poach from his girlfriend’s dad’s CD collection. The orientation has changed and so has the digital format. What hasn’t is the Domingo/Studer Otello, which remains awesome, and unreturned.

Flour song

Touting an austere, governessy program—the hour-and-change Schubert/Müller cycle, Die schöne MüllerinJonas Kaufmann (alongside Austrian accompanist Helmut Deutsch) fulfilled his long-awaited, high-profile return to Carnegie Hall last night.  Read more »

BASTA: Boots and Saddle

Chapter Two of the continuing saga of Evan Ingersoll, opera-loving bar-back.

The guy in the plaid shirt motioned Evan over within seconds of spotting him at Aura. Evan rolled his eyes, checked his abs, and sidled up to the bar.  Read more »

BASTA: Evan can wait

The first chapter of the continuing saga of Evan Ingersoll, opera-loving bar-back.

Weekends at Aura Bar on 53rd and Ninth are typically big money makers for the morons who run the place. Jonjon and Yoni—preferred portmanteau: “Yawnyawn”—are a couple of scissorbills from Tel Aviv or France or wherever; they aways bring in the best of the Hell’s Kitchen Knuckle-Draggers.  Read more »

Scrumptious and relatable

I had a panic attack, that’s how moved you made me.

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Last week, a pair of terrific recitals demonstrated what kind of intimate spell a dramatic singer can cast when left alone with a piano.

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Animal, vegetable

Whatever its flaws, La finta giardinera is indeed a wise rep choice for grad students eager to cut their teeth.

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Murder, he composed

Flashes of excitement and genuine pathos lit up City Opera’s production of Dolores Claiborne!

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Renée! F!

I fucking love Renée Fleming.

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The love that dare not yawp its name

Matthew Aucoin’s Crossing depicts Walt Whitman’s experience serving wounded soldiers in a DC infirmary and chronicles the period’s tragic effects.

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Py shy

This black-box recital was an aggressively Gallic affair

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