Headshot of La Cieca

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  • Satisfied: Lots of ugly going on in that clip. Production looks promising though. 1:51 PM
  • Buster: Someone must have compared her unfavorably to Margit Schramm one time too often. Socking dead singers... 1:51 PM
  • La Cieca: Take your button-pushing somewhere else. It’s neither cute nor endearing. 1:48 PM
  • Krunoslav: Of course, Batty– though I always felt Bergonzi ( whom I heard numerous times) acted WITH... 1:46 PM
  • la vociaccia: Well, um, uh…productio n looks nice! httpv://www.youtub e.com/watch?v=JDJ3 BQjAXHY Maybe... 1:46 PM
  • DeepSouthSenior: Every once in a while I enjoy (just as much as the next guy) seeing whose buttons I can... 1:44 PM
  • La Cieca: Yes, if only those idiots in the New York City and State government had your magical ability to... 1:34 PM
  • Batty Masetto: Kruno, of course there were splendid actors back then, but we also had Tucker, Bergonzi,... 1:32 PM
  • Krunoslav: Yes, and the Recent Unpleasantness was all about Northern commercial aggression and envy of the... 1:15 PM
  • Chanterelle: Good to know — thank you for posting. 1:12 PM

Alt folks at home

Operamission, a scrappy little company that performs music from all sorts of eras and styles in venues all over town, is in fact its Kapellmeisterin, Jennifer Peterson. Her latest brainstorm was to give A Countertenor Cabaret, starring no fewer than 14 of these once-rare songbirds, in the cabaret space of the Duplex on Sheridan Square, and to live-stream the entire event, with translations of the remarkably varied musical fare.   Read more »

Pazzo son, guardate!

Manon Lescaut was Giacomo Puccini’s first big international success. His publisher, Giulio Ricordi, tried to put him off the project by citing Jules Massenet’s very successful adaptation just nine years previously. Puccini was intent on making the story his own, insisting, “A woman like Manon can have more than one lover… I shall feel it like an Italian, with desperate passion.” Desperation is certainly the feeling this reviewer got from a new recording of Manon Lescaut from our friends at Decca Classics, but I’m also quite certain it’s not the same type that the Maestro had for his subject. Read more »

When I am down to earth


What does it mean anyway to get to know a diva, and why exactly would we wish to do such a thing? We wait outside stage doors, have ourselves photographed with them, and in rare instances, become their friends, but why them? We haven’t chosen to know them as we know our friends, with the idea we have things in common. We’ve chosen them.

And here I am, plunging headlong into presumptuous first-person plural.

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Yoncheva

Wish upon a star

At what moment does a “rising star” become simply a “star”?

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Enchanted Wanderer

A Magnetizer and a Wandering Goy walk into a bar

The visit of the Mariinsky Theater’s resident company to the glittering opera house of the Brooklyn Academy of Music consists of three ballet programs with starry casts preceded, last night, by a single performance of Rodion Shchedrin’s opera, The Enchanted Wanderer. 

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Scarlet Ibis

Boys and girls, not together

It’s particularly bewildering that before 2013 there was no such thing as the Prototype Festival.

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Hoffmann

A wasted time

Vittorio Grigolo in the title role of the Met’s revival of Les Contes d’Hoffman is the opera version of the charming homeless drunk.

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Renee Glawari

Floperetta

>”Ghastly!” — New York Observer

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Madama-Butterfly--mit-Mirella-Freni-in-der-Verfilmung-von-Jean-Pierre-Ponnelle

Rock-a-bye your baby with a pentatonic melody

It seems almost comical to think now but the designer-director Jean-Pierre Ponnelle, who died in 1988, was at one time considered the height of regie-theatre scandal.

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xavier sabata

Saxon violence

His shaved head in striking contrast to his dark beard and glinting eyes, the implacable Tartar conqueror glowers at us from the CD cover, while the uncropped photo of countertenor Xavier Sabata (above) is even more disturbing, featuring his raised fist and forearm tightly wrapped in a leather belt.

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