Cher Public

  • Donna Anna: Ivy–by terrible things, I meant more along the lines of being Statler and Waldorf at the opera. The mind reels.... 9:43 PM
  • -Ed.: It’s raining like a whore in church here in St. Petersburg at dusk, putting quite a dampener on our 4th of July festivities.... 9:17 PM
  • Batty Masetto: Be extremely careful what you initiate with that sexy vacuum cleaner, LT. 8:36 PM
  • -Ed.: Manou, I live in St. Petersburg (the sunny one with beaches) which I know for a fact is in the South. Er,.. except it isn’t,... 8:33 PM
  • Operngasse: We now know where the West ends: The western border of Arizona and Nevada, per Justice Scalia (forgive me for mentioning his... 7:52 PM
  • manou: So – not only are American people unsure of where they live, they also wash their hair with potato chips and soda. Curiouser... 7:40 PM
  • Poison Ivy: No, it does not count. You haven’t really lived until you’ve gone to Walmart to buy shampoo and left with a cart... 7:37 PM
  • LT: Does online shopping count? I recently bought a sexy vacuum cleaner for $29.99. 7:28 PM

We were dead, you know

The setting: a dark plaza extending directly in front of a storied opera house. The time: just after a ho-hum revival of something Puccini. The crowd streams out, moderately satisfied but also far from bowled over. A group open to a proposition, you could say.   Read more »

Gettin’ Ligeti Wit It

macabreWhen invited to participate in a discourse on artistic standards (hello, internet!), it’s easy — pleasurable, even — for an aesthete to bray about “the fall.” Where are the true heldentenors? Your kingdom for a Callas! (Or a Stratas, or a Rysanek!) And might the public, at long last, deserve a stable of directors who possess the good sense to avoid both the trope-y familiar as well as the ill-advised pathways of, ugh, the modern? Read more »