From one Mister Snow to another, I salute him.
The nail-biting adventures of Voltaire’s titular hero Candide are hardly more circuitous than those faced by Leonard Bernstein’s 1956 Broadway musical adaptation.
The mixture of romance and realism in Sondheim songs, the revelation that while love could be grand and passionate it could also be mundane or inconvenient or mistimed or just plain embarrassing, was such a relief.
Carnegie Hall’s season opener last night fetched the usual glitterati.
I mean, how often does one get to hear Bernstein’s gorgeous, rollicking, and varied score nursed by a full orchestra and the artistic resources of an opera company?
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would be having lengthy telephone conversations with John Raitt.
Celebrating Lenny’s 100th this year has made Candide ubiquitous at opera houses worldwide.
No 50th anniversary career tribute would be complete without covering Edita Gruberova’s legendary status as the premier Zerbinetta of her long reign in the role!
My mother leaned in and quietly whispered,”Is that Leontyne Price?” to which I replied,”Shhhh!”
It’s easy to see why Leonard Bernstein’s Candide was a flop when it premiered on Broadway.
Forty-five years ago today, Stephen Sondheim’s brilliant, frustrating Follies played its first Broadway preview at the Winter Garden Theatre.
British soprano Dame Felicity Lott and her frequent partner, the pianist Graham Johnson, have collaborated on a new recital disc for Champs Hill Records, “Call Me Flott.” Do we really have to?
Tell us: Filth or dementia?
Hasten thee to feed another quarter of conversation for The Talk of the Town!
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