“What time’s the next swan?”

“Because the one I had for lunch was delicious.”

Critical addition

Very few things intrigue me as much as analyzing belcanto operas, comparing their several versions and examining the composers’ second thoughts, modifications and revisions that, willingly or unwillingly, they made to their scores. I was already salivating when I heard that the Teatro Comunale di Bologna was going to perform Vincenzo Bellini’s I Puritani in…

There’s something about Maurizio

The blog GTL Torn T (which La Cieca assumes has something to do with gay teens in torn t-shirts) offers a sound clip from the prima of Adriana Lecouvreur at the Royal Opera. Very attractive stuff, though La Cieca must insist that she does not care for that concert ending on “La dolcissima effigie!”

Chat down

Whom would you prefer to pat down at an airline security check-in?

Been there, Don that

After a rather long afternoon at the Met, a member of the cher public writes: “The Don Carlo final dress was worth catching.” Our spy has more to say after the jump.

Yet dead

“Revival. Strange word, and creepy, when you think about it. Something used to be alive, then it wasn’t and now (presumably) it is, again. But it’s that last step, the actual reviving that seems so often to elude the revival of an opera production.” [Musical America]

A night at Trovatore

La Cieca (left, seated) invites the cher public (center) to gather at La Cieca’s Gypsy Camp for a chat during tonight’s Met performance of Il trovatore this evening beginning at 8:00 pm. Details after the jump.

Berlin ballad

Seven decades of difference in age doesn’t stand in the way of a charming interview between Marta Eggerth and Zachary Woolfe on the occasion of her viewing her 1932 film Das Blaue vom Himmel for the very first time. (Prepare to be verklempt.) [New York Observer]

A pause that refreshes

La Cieca was bcc:ed on this response from a member of the cher public to a request from the New York City Opera. With the permisssion of the author, she is publishing the note here for your discussion.

Old-fashioned

I saw the final dress rehearsal of Adriana Lecouvreur at the Royal Opera House on Monday this week, and I think I have never seen the place so crowded for such an event. No wonder, for here was a cast you might dream of, in a highly finished piece of work mounted by one of…

Primary Regie

Say what you like about the cher public, but they certainly know their Prokofiev! Within half an hour of La Cieca’s posting the most recent Regie quiz, two of you identified the production as The Love of Three Oranges. The staging, by the way, is from the Stadttheater Bern, and the director was Marc Adam.…

You must meet my knife

Which cord does one snip to make a castrato? So goes a running joke in The Last Castrato by Guy Fredrick Glass, a play about Alessandro Moreschi, the last living castrato and the only one ever recorded. Much of his career was spent as the first soprano of the Sistine Chapel Choir, both because of…

Mano a mano

I attend the opera intent on enjoying myself. If the music is not my favorite, there is always something to like, be it a colleague’s individual performance, the discovery of a newcomer, nifty stagecraft or costumes, observing the movement skills of the various singers, or in worst-case scenarios, observing the audience’s boredom, carefully notating the…

Battle of the bulge

Inspired by Our Own Camille (not pictured, obviously), La Cieca proposes a new competition in honor of the Met’s coming revival of La fanciulla del West. Your challenge: share with us the most suggestive double-entendre line in a published synopsis or review of Puccini’s opera.

Breath control

La Cieca is pleased to announce that off-Broadway sensation (and parterre advertiser) The Last Castrato is offering a 50% discount on tickets to the cher public. Parterrians can enjoy this play with music suggested by the life and career of Alessandro Moreschi for only $9.00—less than the new Harry Potter! Simply use the code word “Parterre,”…

Not sure what this is about, but I have a hunch

Trash television gets the “royal” treatment. [Danny Knows Best]

Kaufmann, Italian style

Our Own Ercole Farnese discovered and translated this interview in La Stampa with Jonas Kaufmann, in which the tenor discusses his “his idolatrous success with ladies and gay men, four fifths of the opera-goers.”

Du bist der lens

Which director is driving his Met cast crazy with his perfectionism? As if the rush to opening night is not enough, he’s insisting that every time a scene is rehearsed the blocking must be identical “for the HD broadcast.”

Cobra Jewel Song

The annual Richard Tucker gala came and went at Avery Fisher Hall with the usual quota of gaffes, wardrobe malfunctions, no-shows, too-much-shows, substitutions and surprise guests (well, guest).  And sandwiched between the routine, the egocentric and the just plain dull were moments of true dementia, the moments that we melomanes live and die for.  Most…

A purrfect crime

Guess who stole the show last night at the Richard Tucker gala? [ABC News]

Alone but not unsung

Truth is more brutal than fiction. Particularly when the truth is the story of Colonel Floyd James Thompson, whose nine years in captivity in Vietnam made him America’s longest-held prisoner of war. It’s perfect material for a chamber opera: an epic war story focused on the intimacy of a single excruciating life. It seems to…

Happy Birthday Leonie Rysanek

The Austrian dramatic soprano was born November 14, 1926.

Hind sight

In the words of La Cieca’s old, old, old friend Mrs. Malaprop, “We will not anticipate the past, our retrospection will now be all to the future.” And that’s where our chat will be as well, if dear Betsy has anything to do with it.

One sigh fits all

I used to think that recital albums, greatest hits albums, and concert albums were just products of a singer’s vanity—or conductor—and that they terribly lacked imagination or preparation or dramatic heft. “Greatest Hits” albums frequently suffer from this affliction, as it is, more often than not, just a mish-mash of what this soprano or that…