Another classic Met Live in HD performance, starring Renée Fleming, Ramón Vargas, and Dmitri Hvorostovsky, conducted by Valery Gergiev.
Born on this day in 1962 baritone Dmitri Hvorostovsky.
In November, everyone wanted to hear more about Jonas Kaufmann‘s Johnson.
“Trove Thursday” pays tribute to Dmitri Hrovostovsky with a broadcast of his final new role, Rubinstein’s The Demon.
The heartbreaking news of the death of Dmitri Hvorostovsky has been confirmed.
Florence Hvorostovsky has just posted to her Facebook page that the Russian news site reporting her husband’s death is mistaken.
Dmitri Hvorostovsky has withdrawn from his upcoming opera engagements, including this spring’s Met performances as the title character in Tchaikovsky’s Eugene Onegin, due to illness.
Now this is a piece of (imaginary) casting so obvious you have to wonder if it hasn’t already happened and we missed it.
“Dmitri Hvorostovsky has withdrawn from his upcoming performances of Verdi’s Il Trovatore—February 3, 6, 9, and 13 matinee—due to his ongoing treatment for a brain tumor. Juan Jesús Rodríguez will sing di Luna in these performances, making his Met debut.” So says the Met press office.
“Dmitri Hvorostovsky, Brain Tumor Gone and Cancer-Free, to Sing at Helikon Opera in November,” reads the headline.
A clearly moved Hvorostovsky basked in the moment and momentarily broke character to acknowledge the love.
Dmitri Hvorostovsky has withdrawn from three performances of Verdi’s Il Trovatore at the Met this season, on October 7, 10, and 17.
“Oh to be young and going to Paris for the first time,” exclaimed an elderly gentleman who donned his best sweatervest for a concert at the Ottawa International Chamber Music Festival this past August.
Luxuriantly maned divos Dmitri Hvorostovsky and Roberto Alagna rehearse Otello.
Where else would you be this evening at 7:55, cher public, but in La Casa della Cieca whilst the season premiere of Rigoletto emanates from the Met?
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?”
An understudy saved the show at the Met’s La Traviata Friday night, but no star was born.