An aging eccentric—who has for decades occupied a dubious place on the fringes of New York’s musical life—today saw a lifelong dream fulfilled.
Anna Netrebko and Latonia Moore (pictured) rekindle “The Grand Opera Buzz” in Our Own JJ in an exclusive online review in the Observer. (Photo: Marty Sohl / Metropolitan Opera)
“The Met turned to Ms. Martínez, whose scant resume with the company until now has included only a handful of performances of Carmen and La Bohème in 2005 and 2015, respectively. Friday night’s triumph may well leave the Met’s management wondering how it let such a gem slip through its fingers.” [Observer] Photo by Marty Sohl/Metropolitan Opera.
“Mr. Eyre’s production… was just another in a series of ugly, gargantuan stagings signaling the Met’s endemic lack of imagination or artistic ambition.”
New York City Opera Renaissance’s Tosca “was opera at its most retrograde, an effort to recreate a golden age from a handful of tinsel.”
Fellow parterrians, my review in the Observer of this year’s PROTOTYPE festival does not appear until Wednesday.
Our Own JJ confesses he just doted on Heartbreak Express, but “You Us We All was not my cup of twee.”
“Everyone complains about how there is no great singing in opera anymore, but last week’s performances suggest that’s not so. The singing today is mostly fine; it’s everything else that’s the problem.”
“This throwback to the golden age of opera—superhuman singing greeted with frenzied ovations—was a function of a perfect storm of excitement.”