Once in love with Amy Once in love with Amy

“Trove Thursday” leaps to the end of the cycle with a slightly abridged Götterdämmerung featuring Amy Shuard as Brünnhilde.

Tone police Tone police

Sixty years ago today, Berg’s Wozzeck was first performed at the Metropolitan Opera. 

Cri du coeur Cri du coeur

Sondra Radvanovsky returned for her 29th Met Aïda Thursday night (but only her second Aïda.)

Thousands cheer Thousands cheer

Although Gustav Mahler never wrote an opera, his colossal Eighth Symphony “The Symphony of a Thousand” may give us some glimpses of what a Mahler opera might have sounded like

Disappearing act Disappearing act

Tenor Matthew Polenzani and pianist Julius Drake’s performance left this listener in a a state of euphoria.

Let’s hear it for the boa Let’s hear it for the boa

What happens in Karlsruhe stays in Karlsruhe!

Kitchen confidential Kitchen confidential

Since 1985, from the Chicago Symphony at Carnegie Hall to the Welsh National Opera visiting BAM and from Chicago Lyric to New York City Opera to the Met, I’ve never encountered a bad Falstaff—or one that didn’t astound and delight me. 

A view to a kill A view to a kill

You’d want to expect that every Met retread would draw the same curiosity, the same large crowds, to Lincoln Center.

Wintertime, and the living is easy Wintertime, and the living is easy

Porgy and Bess, George Gershwin, Ira Gershwin and DuBose Heyward’s 1935 “folk” opera, graced the stage of Dutch National Opera for the first time last month, and it was resounding success from start to finish.

Dames Dames

A double-barreled “Trove Thursday” birthday salute to Renée Fleming who turns 60 today.

Sex and Vivaldi Sex and Vivaldi

The “Red Priest” of Venice once made reference to his “94 operas” in a letter to his patron. 

General Elektra General Elektra

Nina Stemme’s Elektra is familiar to me in three different incarnations.

Can you ‘Fille’ the love tonight Can you ‘Fille’ the love tonight

La Fille du Régiment, Donizetti’s half-spoken ode to La France about a girl raised by a division of daddies, is at once infamous and beloved for the string of nine high C’s capping act one.

Boy meets world Boy meets world

A beautiful concert of 18th century sacred music arrived at Weill Recital Hall performed by the soulful Polish Wunderkind Jakub Jósef Orlinski.

Grazie Millo Grazie Millo

There are, on rare occasions, moments in a live performance where some intangible symbiotic relationship between audience and performer creates an instant that borders on the sublime.

New blood New blood

I was shocked to realize I hadn’t seen Don Giovanni at the Met since Michael Grandage’s stultifying production opened in 2011.

What’s done cannot be Undine What’s done cannot be Undine

Academy of Vocal Arts’ Rusalka—surprisingly, only their second venture in many years into the Slavic repertoire—left a divided impression.

Skeleton key Skeleton key

Tchaikovsky’s Iolanta and Bartók’s Bluebeard’s Castle both use themes of vision and revelation to ask compelling questions about knowledge, responsibility, and gender. 

Reach out in the darkness Reach out in the darkness

Iolanta was crowned on Thursday evening by Sonya Yoncheva’s haunting portrayal of the blind title character.

Natural woman Natural woman

I do not envy Jennifer Rowley the task of stepping into Anna Netrebko’s shoes.

Mad about the Prey Mad about the Prey

A 1985 broadcast of Don Giovanni featuring Cheryl Studer, Gundula Janowitz (as Elvira!), Krisztina Laki, Gösta Winbergh, Hermann Prey (in a rare outing as the Don) and Malcolm King conducted by Jeffrey Tate.

L’Heure exquise L’Heure exquise

Although she didn’t sing that eponymous song by Reynaldo Hahn at Weill Recital Hall Thursday evening, Sabine Devieilhe did offer an “exquisite hour” of early 20th century French songs.

At first sight At first sight

If I had to live with just one Tchaikovsky opera, it would be Iolanta.

House of the setting sun House of the setting sun

When a work is named for its lovers one might legitimately expect that pair to dominate its performance but in my experience that is never the case with Debussy’s Pelléas et Mélisande.