The story of a callow youth who rashly decides he can’t go on living without the young woman he loves in spite of the fact that she’s been betrothed, and then married, since they were first introduced. It brims over with some of the most romantic music ever scored and is shot through with a most exquisite melancholy. Read more »
UPDATE: Sorry, folks, it looks like La Cieca went off half-cocked, as is sometimes her wont. The Met press office has clarified that they are continuing to issue cast change emails to journalists, but they are revising the list to whom these emails are sent. Apparently out-of-town scribes don’t need these updates and have asked to be be removed from the list. So chalk this one up as a victory for the free press and a defeat for La Cieca’s ability to answer the clue phone. [via Iron Tongue of Midnight]
On this, the anniversary of her natal day, May 15, La Cieca likes to think back to that moment, a number of years ago (but who is counting) when she was “born.” It was in little Dallas, my God, of all unlikely places, and she can remember as if it were only yesterday…. Read more »
Vincent Boussard’s 2011 take on Bellini’s I Capuleti e i Montecchi returned on Saturday (May 12) to Munich’s Nationaltheater.
“About the only good thing that can be said for New York City Opera’s Orpheus, which opened Saturday night, is that it made the rest of the company’s feeble season seem scintillating by comparison.”
Gustav Holst was always searching for deep theses from which to suspend his art.
Our Own Betsy Ann Bobolink has returned from Capistrano or wherever it is she winters to bring us our first selection of chat subjects for the long, sultry summer season.
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