You know, the commenters at parterre.com (pictured) may get a bit testy from time to time, but at least nobody here says stuff like, oh, for example, “It is time that Mr. Levine and Mr. Gelb take leave and put the Met in the hand of managers who understand and treausre the traditional opera offerings and stop experimenting with off beat gay oriented trash productions better suited for small expermental venues.” [wqxr.org]
Friend and friend-in-law of parterre box Greg Sandow pours the oil of calm and rational analysis upon the troubled waters of the Met’s current labor negotiations (Oh heav’ns, can I make it out of this metaphor alive?) in the most recent installment of his always excellent (not to mention eponymous) blog.
“First night is three weeks away which suggests the theatre is ready. It isn’t. But it is no less ready than it ever is; I just don’t ever stop being anxious about it. Carpets are down (yes, carpets) and a biblical scale clean is about to ensue. These are the things that occupy me. Toilets, too. Toilets occupy me a great deal because, well, this is England after all and they matter.” [Opera diaries]
La bohème is such a popular romantic opera that hardly anyone ever notices that Mimì and Rodolfo undergo what in modern terms would be called speed dating.
“Is Parsifal, then, a religious artwork, or is it a work ‘about’ religion?”
“After attending the dress rehearsal in London I wrote the following to Mr Carsen to give him the opportunity to make changes.”
“Taking the libretto’s description of ‘panther-like’ literally, Bacchus appears in a shiny leopard-print suit…”