Our Own JJ (not pictured) debuts in the pages of the New York Observer with a look at the highlights of the fall season. It’s all about the Annas, except for a solitary Nico.
And then she was all like, “Nuh-uh! Igor was so not gay,” and I was all like… [New York Times]
Longtime Friend of the Box Zachary Woolfe (pictured) sits down with Marc Scorca of Opera America for a “Conversation about Opera in America,” implausibly enough. The free event is tomorrow at noon at the National Opera Center, 330 Seventh Avenue.
“I’m analytical, not wild,” Ms. Garanca told an interviewer in 2009.
La Rondine, which began as a light Viennese operetta before being transformed into an Italian tearjerker, is not a natural diva vehicle…
“So is opera as vibrant as ever, or is it hanging on by a thread? How to write the history of an art form that hovers, Schrödinger’s catlike, simultaneously alive and dead?”
“Alden Drops the Ballo: His Milquetoast Take on Verdi’s Classic Fizzles at the Met”
“In the space of a few words, the leading role in a major new production had been reassigned. But why?”
Zachary Woolfe (not pictured) makes his way to Bayreuth to try to unravel the Evgeny Nikitin mystery.
I have a confession to make about Britten’s opera Billy Budd: I don’t like it very much.”