The Talk of the Town
The opera is life affirming, but also recognizes that life comes to an end.
My comfort opera is Elektra. Yes, you read correctly, Elektra.
The old Nilsson/Corelli radio checks from the 1960s are a reminder that what this opera needs are VOICES.
Other queens have been richer of voice or more dramatically compelling, but none I have ever heard succeeds in sounding something other than human.
Conchita Supervia (1895-1936), Spanish mezzo, never fails to lift my spirits, in practically everything she sang.
Suck it, Joseph Kerman: Puccini’s “Shabby Little Shocker” has outlived you and will probably bury us all.
Wozzeck. Yes, really.
From an early age I knew I should have been French.