Every couple of months that article gets tossed around on social media, the one with Sixteen Words with No Translation! and then of course their translations, because otherwise it would be a very short article. Did you know that other languages express in one word things that English expresses in several? It’s true! Anyway the word I always hope to see on there is the Yiddish “ongepotchket.” It’s a good word. Useful. Specific. It mostly just means “tacky” but also with an element of “ill-thought-out” and “everything but the kitchen sink.” Read more »
There might be nothing in the world as joyous as a Rossini overture. Il Signor Bruschino is considered one of Rossini’s minor works but about 30 seconds into the overture you are officially in “Rossiniland” (the theme of this new video staged by the Pesaro Rossini Opera Festival in 2012). The violins tap the orchestra stands in a persistent knocking sound and the piece just bubbles along until its inevitable accelerating crescendo.
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Susan Stroman’s relatively new Metropolitan Opera production of Lehar’s The Merry Widow translated well to Lyric Opera of Chicago when I attended Tuesday night, the second performance of the run. Read more »
Our Own JJ confesses he just doted on Heartbreak Express, but “You Us We All was not my cup of twee.”
Bare Opera, the feisty little company that gave Debussy’s exquisite L’Enfant Prodigue in Chelsea last spring, is now operating in chic, rundown Bushwick where so many original enterprises sprout.
Hopefully the assignment of Herman Melville’s endless whaling opus Moby-Dick as compulsory reading for High School students is a thing of the past.
For her third solo recording, Olga Peretyatko summons the two men who launched her career less than a decade ago
On Thursday evening Jennifer Wilson “finally” made a belated, disappointing Met debut as Turandot.
In New York, tradition insists, there are no limits to where a preposterous idea, talent and relentless determination will take you, in defiance of all the odds.