Joie de vivre Joie de vivre

Erin Morley, Lawrence Brownlee, and Malcolm Martineau put on a jolly good show at the 92nd Street Y.

Kuda, woulda, shoulda Kuda, woulda, shoulda

A strong revival of Eugene Onegin at the Metropolitan Opera and a recital by Benjamin Bernheim offered the chance to hear “Kuda, kuda” twice in two days.

I wanna be the one to walk in the sun I wanna be the one to walk in the sun

Two recent Paminas feature in concerts at Lincoln Center and Carnegie Hall.

Mein Lieder Schwan Mein Lieder Schwan

Matthew Polenzani charms the pants off of Philadelphia.

Sublime loneliness Sublime loneliness

Across three evenings at the 92nd Street Y, Konstantin Krimmel and Ammiel Bushakevitz traversed all of Schubert‘s major song cycles with stark intensity.

Proud ladies Proud ladies

Karen Slack is downright magisterial in her recital African Queens.

More people should listen to Benita Valente More people should listen to Benita Valente

Many of us of a certain age had the good luck to see Benita Valente frequently at the Met. My memory is that she was treated rather like a house singer at first, and only later was appreciated for her extraordinary gifts.

He plays the violin He plays the violin

The pandemic had different effects on different people. 

The high and the mighty The high and the mighty

Last Wednesday the 92nd Street Y presented the friendliest-ever episode of American Gladiators when Lawrence Brownlee and Michael Spyres continued their bel canto bromance with a delirious (almost) all-Rossini recital accompanied by Myra Huang.