Norman Lebrecht has lost his fucking mind. My second favorite in this rabid rant is how Wieland Wagner (the “competent” stage director) had the middle name “Adolf.” (Wieland was born in 1917, six years before his mother Winifred met the fellow Lebrecht insinuates was his namesake.) The number one brain-fart in the piece is Lebrecht’s utterly vomitous attempt to guilt-associate Siegfried Wagner‘s (rumored) gay orientation with Nazism. Lebrecht’s idee fixe is the “death” of classical music. He should worry more about his own serial-killing of intelligent classical music criticism.

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