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Gee, our old Chagalls hang great

It’s time to call out the canard again, a whole row of them in fact: a series of “What’s wrong with the Metropolitan Opera?” editorials by “writer, speaker, consultant… compelling teacher…. [and] expert on everything Italian, the person other so-called Italy experts turn to for definitive information,” Fred Plotkin. Read more »

Topper

“…to a certain degree, good critics are no longer necessary to find. The phrase ‘Everybody’s a critic’ has taken on a universal cast. The internet encourages people to share their opinions with the world. In the theatre, the buzz created by chatroom chatters has become increasingly important to a show’s reputation before it opens. There are thousands of critics tapping away their opinions to whoever will listen – so who needs a paid pontificator to tell you what your opinion should be?” Stephen Sondheim rebuts Michael Kaiser and ponders the utility of Sanskrit to the librettist in excerpts from his new book Look, I Made a Hat: Collected Lyrics (1981-2011) with Attendant Comments, Amplifications, Dogmas, Harangues, Digressions, Anecdotes and Miscellany. (Photo: Getty Images)

Miss Fleming’s wooden performance…

Early reports from the Ann Arbor edition of the Renee Fleming Daphne Show (additional music by R. Strauss) might have been written by La Cieca herself: “”two hours of excruciating agony,” and “a snooze . . . . high register from back in throat, spread notes.”

Well, at least La Fleming won’t the the only one getting wood that night. (via Sieglinde’s Diaries)

Update: The guy proffering the Fleming/fellatio gift pack has updated his ad a couple of times today — his latest effort (“Free Opera at Carnegie + Sex!”) ups the ante by including photos of frontal nudity (warning NSFW!) to go along with the million-dollar gams we all saw earlier today. La Cieca is frankly surprised nobody in classical music has thought of this before — counteracting soft ticket sales by throwing in a free blowjob. (And it certainly suggests a new punchline to the old joke about “how do you get to Carnegie Hall?)

Another update: La Cieca’s mentions of “wood” in this item should not by any means be construed as a veiled allusion to her dear little sister (“I call her little, even though she is somewhat older than myself…”) the NYC Opera Fanatic. Everyone knows NYCOF is a natural strawberry blonde!