Not in Kansas anymore Not in Kansas anymore

Christopher Corwin speaks to rising bass-baritone Le Bu about his journey from Yancheng, China to the Met (with a stop in Wichita) and what important roles await him.

His infinite variety His infinite variety

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

I’m getting married in the morning I’m getting married in the morning

Washington National Opera presented a well-sung and humorous Marriage of Figaro, buoyed by clever direction and a strong cast, particularly Rosa Feola’s Countess and Joélle Harvey’s Susanna.

Reunited and it feels so good Reunited and it feels so good

When Angela Meade and Michael Fabiano first sang Lucia together as students at AVA few would have predicted that they would go on to sing Turandot 16 years later.

Jester to me Jester to me

Rigoletto at The Santa Fe Opera is a near miss.

Birds, bears, and based boyfriends Birds, bears, and based boyfriends

While the Met’s Mozart-lite holiday production of The Magic Flute kept the eyes entertained with spectacular sets and costumes, the scattershot casting and lack of musical seriousness dragged down this opera for beginners.

The red attachment of women The red attachment of women

Washington National Opera’s final production of the season, seen May 22, is also its high point: a new Turandot directed by Francesca Zambello, updated to the 20th century and featuring the world premiere of a completion of Puccini’s score by composer Christopher Tin and playwright and screenwriter Susan Soon He Stanton.

Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair

From a musical perspective, the evening came together admirably. As a work of theater, though, it was as stale as last week’s takeout.

Christian science monitored Christian science monitored

In any case, we probably got as good a Tannhäuser cast as could be assembled these days.

Turn and face the strange Turn and face the strange

How appropriate that the Met should present this supposedly “Jewish” opera after many in the audience had just spent twelve days immersed in the genuine article over the High Holy Days.