BASTA: Call me by your game

Or maybe—he knew it!—it was his crazed admiration for Renée Fleming that drove the boys away.

It was already nearly two in the morning, late for a work night, and Nixon Ben Mahmoud was ashamed to find himself shedding real tears.  Read more »

Girls on horseback

Joy cometh in the mourning

Once you’ve assembled the musical materials for a first-rate Die Walküre—and the new production at the Lyric Opera of Chicago has a fine conductor and six excellent singers in its six big roles, and when did you last encounter that combination?—you still need to make sense of the intricate stage drama with a vision that can expand to encompass the entire Ring.  Read more »

‘Wunder’ of wonders

Opera Vlaanderen opened its 2017-18 season with a rare staging of Korngold’s Das Wunder der Heliane. I saw the production’s penultimate performance in Antwerp, on October 8 in Antwerp, exactly 90 years (and 1 day) after its 1927 Hamburg premiere. David Bösch’s post-apocalyptic setting provided a workable reading of a problematic narrative, showcasing the work’s sumptuous score and a sensational assumption of the title role. Read more »

Monday in the park with mike

From up close, the miked opera singer can be a bit tough to take.

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And the ‘Angels’ sing

Angels in America reimagined as an actual, full-blown opera.

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That is the explanation of the crime

anatomy theater, receiving its New York premiere Saturday night at this year’s Prototype Festival, is a conceptual exercise in which nothing, absolutely nothing is left to the imagination.

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Mourning glory

I can think of no other role that provides the most unique promise of humiliation, and consequently the most opportunity for glory.

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The naked truth

Highlights of the Metropolitan Opera’s 2019-2020 season, according the always intriguing Met Future Wiki.

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Naked and afraid

Which opera director’s new position seems to have gone to his head? At a recent round of auditions, he reportedly encouraged the singers to disrobe.

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It’s just one letter, but it makes a vas deferens

“But enough about Lou Tellegen,” Miss Farrar snapped.

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