His infinite variety His infinite variety

Bass-baritone Le Bu’s recital with Vocal Arts DC highlighted his linguistic and timbral versatility.

French revolution French revolution

Benjamin Bernheim opens up to Emma Hoffman about what really makes a French tenor ahead of his New York recital debut.

Sing out, <em>Louise</em> Sing out, <em>Louise</em>

Christof Loy‘s Louise in Aix-en-Provence scratches at the urban– and operatic– unconscious

Singing from our chains Singing from our chains

There are two problems to address – problems of the sort the arts thrive on addressing.

Mixte blessings Mixte blessings

I was just moderately excited when LA Opera announced that French tenor Benjamin Bernheim would be coming to concertize at the Wallis Annenberg Center for the Performing Arts in Beverly Hills, 90210.

Tucker and roll Tucker and roll

The Richard Tucker Foundation Gala has always been a big annual celebration of the voice with an emphasis on big-voiced singers in big repertoire (not much Wagner usually, though…). Like so many reliable operatic institutions it has struggled for survival after the pandemic.

To live extravagantly To live extravagantly

On this day in 1963 (much against Rudolf Bing‘s will) the Metropolitan Opera presented a new production of Adriana Lecouvreur.

Love, loss and what she wore Love, loss and what she wore

Sondra Radvanovsky eschewed the customary stuffiness of the recital format, often speaking directly to the audience and putting her selections in a highly personal context.

Between the sheets Between the sheets

Ms. Damrau unleashed a Blitzkrieg of charm upon her audience.

Scrumptious and relatable Scrumptious and relatable

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

From the depths From the depths

I was greatly anticipating Karita Mattila’s recital on Friday in Toronto’s Koerner Hall.

Song of the lark Song of the lark

Our Own Jungfer Marianne Leitmetzerin presents Natalie Dessay in recital.

The butterfly effect The butterfly effect

Midway through the first portion of this past Wednesday’s New York City recital debut of Mme. Natalie Dessay I became very distracted by the persistent urge to try to characterize the experience of what was happening on stage, for this was, by no means, an ordinary recital and no ordinary debutante.