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I’m still thinking about Hans Neuenfels’s <em>Lohengrin</em> I’m still thinking about Hans Neuenfels’s <em>Lohengrin</em>

Who are the rats? Why are their tails getting longer? Is Lohengrin a rat trying to free himself from a maze?

I’m still thinking about Bob Wilson’s <em>Le trouvère</em> I’m still thinking about Bob Wilson’s <em>Le trouvère</em>

At every turn, the preconceived notion of Trovatore was denied, right down to the boxing during the ballet.

I’m still thinking about David McVicar’s <em>Giulio Cesare</em> I’m still thinking about David McVicar’s <em>Giulio Cesare</em>

With Cesare’s old-school rules of war set spinning by Cleopatra’s Bollywood-inspired manipulations, a Da Capo aria has never felt more dangerous

On the chase On the chase

Grand Tier Grab Bag marks the Metropolitan Opera return of Daniele Rustioni with a zippy performance of the Royal Hunt and Storm from Les Troyens recorded in 2022 in Munich.

I’m still thinking about Barrie Kosky’s <em>Dialogues des Carmélites</em> I’m still thinking about Barrie Kosky’s <em>Dialogues des Carmélites</em>

Barrie Kosky’s incredible production widened and universalized the ending.

I’m still thinking about John Dexter’s <em>Dialogues of the Carmelites</em> I’m still thinking about John Dexter’s <em>Dialogues of the Carmelites</em>

The opening of John Dexter‘s production of The Dialogues of the Carmelites (originally produced in English) is one of the most arresting and memorable images I have ever seen.

I’m still thinking about Laurent Pelly’s <em>The Golden Cockerel</em> I’m still thinking about Laurent Pelly’s <em>The Golden Cockerel</em>

In a lifetime of opera going I suppose I have seen many transformative productions, but this recent one seems, in the light of the increasing disaster enfolding this country, uncannily pertinent.

I’m still thinking about Richard Jones’s <em>Hansel und Gretel</em> I’m still thinking about Richard Jones’s <em>Hansel und Gretel</em>

I saw this production in HD, and it really shocked me because I was used to the cackling mezzo witch, guardian angels, and gingerbread figures.

Step-mothers and sons Step-mothers and sons

Rachel Willis-Sørensen and Stephen Costello make their returns to the Met later this month and Grand Tier Grab Bag anticipates their performances by sharing them in the Act II duet from Don Carlo recorded in Munich this spring as well as a taste of Willis-Sørensen’s Liebestod

I’m still thinking about John Dexter’s <em>I vespri siciliani</em> I’m still thinking about John Dexter’s <em>I vespri siciliani</em>

My first reaction in 1974 wasn’t good. The production was full of stairs, and I was afraid Montserrat Caballé would fall at any moment.

I’m still thinking about Barrie Kosky’s <em>Semele</em> and <em>Saul</em> I’m still thinking about Barrie Kosky’s <em>Semele</em> and <em>Saul</em>

My experiences with live performances of Handel’s operas/oratorios has been hit or miss, mostly miss.

I’m still thinking about John Cox’s <em>The Rake’s Progress</em> I’m still thinking about John Cox’s <em>The Rake’s Progress</em>

I came to The Rake’s Progress with a huge “Show Me” chip on my shoulder.

I’m still thinking about Lotte De Beer’s <em>Aïda</em> I’m still thinking about Lotte De Beer’s <em>Aïda</em>

Lotte De Beer‘s astonishing reading of Aïda at the Paris Opera was a victim both of Covid and the culture wars.

I’m still thinking about Stefan Herheim’s <em>La bohème</em> I’m still thinking about Stefan Herheim’s <em>La bohème</em>

Death is the prima donna in this opera, and Herheim doesn’t let you forget it.

Nothing makes me feel better than the Von Karajan <em>Trovatore</em> Nothing makes me feel better than the Von Karajan <em>Trovatore</em>

For me, one of the greatest recordings is the Von Karajan Il trovatore. You have four incredible singers in their top form.

Nothing makes me feel better than <em>Lohengrin</em> Nothing makes me feel better than <em>Lohengrin</em>

I take such comfort in the assumption that someone or something will save us from injustice and the lust for power.

Polar opposites Polar opposites

Grand Tier Grab Bag offers a face off of two Polish divas from Aleksandra Kurzak‘s debut performances as Aïda in Verona this summer.

Nothing makes me feel better than <em>Falstaff</em> Nothing makes me feel better than <em>Falstaff</em>

It’s such a joyous score, full of Italian warmth and humanity. Verdi’s late-stage, evergreen score is a constant source of joy.

Nothing makes me feel better than <em>Così fan tutte</em> Nothing makes me feel better than <em>Così fan tutte</em>

I have been utterly fascinated by the wildly intriguing choices of “comfort operas” these past few days. For me, Così fan tutte is my absolute first choice.

Nothing makes me feel better than <em>Theodora</em> Nothing makes me feel better than <em>Theodora</em>

This is not exactly a comfort “opera” as it is from Handel’s late oratorio Theodora which is sometimes staged as an opera.

Nothing makes me feel better than <em>Die ägyptische Helena</em> Nothing makes me feel better than <em>Die ägyptische Helena</em>

Die ägyptische Helena isn’t even an opera I love so much as a whole.

Nothing makes me feel better than <em>Hänsel und Gretel</em> Nothing makes me feel better than <em>Hänsel und Gretel</em>

I was first exposed to Hänsel und Gretel as a child, likely via The Metropolitan Opera’s 1982 PBS telecast.

Six appeal Six appeal

Grand Tier Grab Bag highlights two “Final Trios” from Der Rosenkavalier recorded just two days apart from one another.

Nothing makes me feel better than Toti Dal Monte in <em>Madama Butterfly</em> Nothing makes me feel better than Toti Dal Monte in <em>Madama Butterfly</em>

My comfort opera after all these years remains Puccini’s Madama Butterfly, even with its sociologically problematical presentation of Japanese culture.