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  • Poison Ivy: Thanks for that compilation coloraturafan! (And thanks manou). I like Kunde’s high F the... 12:01 PM
  • kashania: Agreed. I was surprised that he even went for the F. That takes guts. The fact that he was ever... 11:59 AM
  • Operngasse: Thank you PI for reproducing this review. The only performance of I Puritani I have seen was... 11:51 AM
  • manou: Gualtier kindly posted this yesterday in the chat httpv://www.youtub e.com/watch?v=xZ3u Ptm1Oyc I... 11:49 AM
  • Poison Ivy: The F last night definitely didn’t sound that good, but then again, this was 2008, and 6... 11:47 AM
  • Cocky Kurwenal: I think you’d approve of the idea of Isolde – act I is very dramatic and... 11:39 AM
  • bluecabochon: You’ll “let me” be right? Come on. You aren’t interested in the... 11:32 AM
  • kashania: I did not hear last night’s performance but Brownlee has sung the high F very convincingly... 11:24 AM
  • Tamino: herTz that is, cycles per second, that is. Not “heart” ; ; ) 11:18 AM
  • uwsinnyc: Great review. I only heard it over the radio but found the same qualities you so perfectly... 11:18 AM

On this island

“The Valerie Masterson of our generation!”

I’ve something to say that’s less than urgent

Speaking of vicious-minded small town gossips, Rupert Christiansen (not pictured) is at his exercise again this morning, trying to tempt Dame Felicity Palmer into saying unpleasant things about David Alden and Richard Jones. Though the lady wisely refuses to dish her colleagues, she does, however, venture a negative opinion about “disgusting dressing rooms.”

Why Rupert Christiansen is the wrong commentator about gay rights protesters

The veteran British critic click-whored, “[B]ased on the possibly paranoid notion that the two men are as thick as thieves, Gergiev is being systematically harassed and hounded before performances in both New York and London by campaigners who feel that his silence on the gay issue indicates his tacit support for his chum in the Kremlin.”

carmen_eno

“Where was Liam Joshua?”

Anyone looking for orgiastic obscenity in Calixto Bieito‘s production of Carmen at the London Coliseum, will be bitterly disappointed, writes Rupert Christiansen.

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