So we may all be on the same page as we discuss, following the jump is the video of the December 7 Traviata from La Scala. Read more »
This DVD of a Diana Damrau recital (accompanied only by the harpist Xavier de Maistre) is sure to please her legions of fans. The program is generous (86 minutes of singing, plus an hour-long documentary of the soprano). Damrau generously allows her harpist two solo pieces. Damrau herself looks glamorous in a strapless black velvet bodice, red silk skirt and matching stole. The song choices are not unusual (classics by R. Strauss, Debussy, Faure, and Schumann with Bach/Gounod’s “Ave Maria” as an encore), but they all showcase Damrau’s silvery voice and diligent artistry. Not once during the recital does she degenerate into diva recital schtick. The relentless closeups only reveal a singer extremely concentrated on the art of singing. Read more »
What other company indeed but the Bayerische Staatsoper would commission David LaChapelle to photograph Diana Damrau for their portrait gallery? (And, not to put too fine a point on it, what’s the deal with the dead naked guy?) [Flaunt]
La Cieca has been wining, dining and otherwise wooing her Met connection (pictured above) and he (or is it she?) has come across with some tidbits about upcoming seasons at Casa Gelb.
La Cieca hears that the opening night of La Scala’s 2013 season will feature a new production of La traviata starring Diana Damrau and Piotr Beczala, directed by… no, not Franco Zeffirelli, but Dmitri Tcherniakov.
Thursday’s Met performance of the Verdi tearjerker featured a major find: Diana Damrau, who, in her first outing as Violetta, mesmerized with her gleaming soprano and ferocious acting.
La Cieca thought it would be amusing to do a bit of speculation about what’s to come as we approach the middle of the decade.
One quick way to warm up: Watching tenor heartthrob Roberto Alagna.
La Cieca predicts you won’t be seeing any puritans at the Met next season, except of course for the ones who slouch around during intermission hissing, “You call that a trill?”