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  • Quanto Painy Fakor: That’s so sweet of you Camille. I really would like to meet you someday. I hope someone posts the video of the... 3:52 AM
  • overstimmelated: P.S. In any case, it would be interesting to know why Maestro Luisi withdrew from the original production. Something... 3:16 AM
  • antikitschychick: Oy vey the break in that extremely long paragraph about SY was a fail; perhaps La Cieca can kindly assist and edit it... 3:09 AM
  • overstimmelated: But what if an irreconcilable disagreement arose in rehearsals over the placement of the prompter’s box (as in last... 3:02 AM
  • antikitschychick: (short) addendum: I forgot to mention that the second disappointment was that the chorus during the Misere sounded... 2:26 AM
  • antikitschychick: The second performance was the opening night of Il Trovatore featuring the same cast as today’s HD… This was... 2:13 AM
  • La Cieca: I get the feeling sometimes that certain stars when they find themselves in poorish vehicles get the idea that if they just push... 1:35 AM
  • Rosemont: There was a fellow in my theater today loudly telling his companion re Dima: “He is dying, he is dying. This is the last... 1:31 AM

Man of steel

“This throwback to the golden age of opera—superhuman singing greeted with frenzied ovations—was a function of a perfect storm of excitement: a performance of Verdi’s 1853 spellbinder to rank with one’s rosiest recollections of past glories, in combination with a poignant human story that left both cast and audience dissolved in tears.” [New York Observer]

Don’t axe me why

Conceived to showcase homegrown star soprano Sondra Radvanovsky, the Metropolitan Opera’s much vaunted so-called “Tudor Ring” of three royal operas by Donizetti got off to a bumpy start Saturday afternoon with a revival of Anna Bolena that stubbornly refused to cohere either musically or dramatically.   Read more »

Fou fighter

It is easy to become overly identified with opera—as a cleverer friend of mine once noted: being a sports fan is an interest, but if you like opera, everyone thinks of it as a crippling obsession. Les Troyens doesn’t help matters; “I’m going to a four hour opera,” you tell someone, trying to convey the magnitude of Troyens, but somehow it seems not to hint at the right degree of lunacy, so the next time, you include intermissions and say “I’m going to a five hour opera” and up and up it goes until you admit, between puffs on your gauloise, that everyone was right and you must be tres fou.   Read more »

Crack that Whip!

Ham and ex

Our Own JJ was only semi-amused.

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Plank your lucky stars

The next scheduled appearance of the Met’s Ring production has been canceled, as irrevocably as these things can ever be.

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Pyramid scheme

Giulio Cesare at the Met proved an evening that added up to much more than the sum of its uneven parts.

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Vil cutlet

True, Joyce DiDonato’s Mary spat out those fighting words in a tangy chest voice, but it was hard to believe she meant them.

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Wigs and weaves

It’s easiest to write reviews when there are soaring triumphs and miserable failures.

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soap hunk: ‘opera shrank my wang!’

The colleague who sent the following item to La Cieca called it “the best opera story of the year,” and your doyenne cannot but agree. It seems that back in 2001 a young actor named Juan Pablo di Pace did a nude scene in David McVicar‘s production of Rigoletto for the Royal Opera. A photograph of a scene from the opera (including the starkers super) has been used since then in the ROH’s advertising of the production. (Meanwhile, Juan Pablo has risen from the ranks of nude walkons to achieve fame and fortune as a star of the BBC Scotland [...]

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