Joel Rozen

Joel Rozen is a culture critic, anthropologist, and audiophile living in New York. His doctoral thesis at Princeton—still underway—is based on some field research he did in North Africa a few years ago; since then he’s enjoyed teaching in the city and writing about music. His love of opera can probably be traced back to high school, when he used to poach from his girlfriend’s dad’s CD collection. The orientation has changed and so has the digital format. What hasn’t is the Domingo/Studer Otello, which remains awesome, and unreturned.

BASTA: Boots and Saddle BASTA: Boots and Saddle

The guy in the green plaid shirt motioned Evan over within seconds of spotting him at Aura. Evan rolled his eyes, checked his abs, and sidled up to the bar.

on January 15, 2018 at 2:23 PM
BASTA: Evan can wait BASTA: Evan can wait

Weekends at Aura Bar on 53rd and Ninth are typically big money makers for the morons who run the place. Jonjon and Yoni.

on January 08, 2018 at 10:35 AM
Scrumptious and relatable Scrumptious and relatable

I had a panic attack, that’s how moved you made me.

on December 27, 2017 at 9:00 AM
Intimacy Intimacy

Last week, a pair of terrific recitals demonstrated what kind of intimate spell a dramatic singer can cast when left alone with a piano.

on December 21, 2017 at 9:00 AM
Animal, vegetable Animal, vegetable

Whatever its flaws, La finta giardinera is indeed a wise rep choice for grad students eager to cut their teeth.

on November 18, 2017 at 1:27 PM
Murder, he composed Murder, he composed

Flashes of excitement and genuine pathos lit up City Opera’s production of Dolores Claiborne!

on November 01, 2017 at 3:30 PM
Renée! F! Renée! F!

I fucking love Renée Fleming.

on October 25, 2017 at 3:08 PM
The love that dare not yawp its name The love that dare not yawp its name

Matthew Aucoin’s Crossing depicts Walt Whitman’s experience serving wounded soldiers in a DC infirmary and chronicles the period’s tragic effects.

on October 05, 2017 at 11:36 AM
Py shy Py shy

This black-box recital was an aggressively Gallic affair

on September 23, 2017 at 1:46 PM
Simultaneous transformation Simultaneous transformation

For those who thought opera to be a rare enough commodity that there shouldn’t be duels, Saturday night in the Berkshires offered the odd rebuttal.

on August 29, 2017 at 7:00 AM
Mostly Mozart in the Jungle Mostly Mozart in the Jungle

Tack on a little symphonic Beethoven and some particularly zany hosting patter from Bernadette Peters, and you start to lose focus, or at least some sense of, um, what matters mostly.

on July 26, 2017 at 12:56 PM
Wine coolers are the first thing, morals follow on Wine coolers are the first thing, morals follow on

Skirting the leafy, patrician Berkshires of Western Mass, and flush with wine coolers and white people, pastoral Tanglewood doesn’t much resemble the dark Nibelung settings of Norse myth.

on July 26, 2017 at 12:07 PM
Midsummer gladness Midsummer gladness

Gone are the halcyon days of tradition and ritual.

on July 09, 2017 at 7:26 AM
Guilt, edged Guilt, edged

If Darius Milhaud took a risk in adapting La Mère Coupable as an opera, it wasn’t the quirky, atonal style he used for his score.

on June 21, 2017 at 5:59 PM
The word is not enough The word is not enough

So, um, I guess we can agree that words are more important than music?

on June 17, 2017 at 2:55 PM
Triple header Triple header

I reckon marketing a sex-themed opera in Brooklyn should be like selling bacon-flavored froyo in Vermont.

on June 16, 2017 at 4:24 PM
Monday in the park with mike Monday in the park with mike

From up close, the miked opera singer can be a bit tough to take.

on June 13, 2017 at 5:00 PM
And the ‘Angels’ sing And the ‘Angels’ sing

Angels in America reimagined as an actual, full-blown opera.

on June 11, 2017 at 2:03 PM
Fixing the fan Fixing the fan

Cio-Cio and Carmen: what do you do with two tragic heroines who typify not just the sexist clichés, but also the soupy exotic fixations, of the Old-World West?

on May 29, 2017 at 12:58 PM
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