“What gets me…!” “What gets me…!”

What gets me, La Cieca snaps, is not so much that Levine bit off more than he could chew, because that’s old news.

Are you available for dancing in the streets and shouting from the housetops? Are you available for dancing in the streets and shouting from the housetops?

La Cieca is looking for a few good part-time reviewers.

All about Anna

Yes, yes, La Cieca realizes that parterre has gone “All Anna All the Time,” but, hey, she’s opening the Met season in a company premiere, plus we like her. Anyway, La Netrebko is profiled, covered, revealed, reported, what she eats and when and where, whom she knows and where she was and when and where…

Like she was a play or a book or a set of blueprints

So stop me if you’ve heard this one: a, shall we say, mature diva gets stranded in the snow, and in her place a substitute (carefully hidden, no doubt!) gives a performance! Out of nowhere – gives a performance!  Well, according to Intermezzo, life imitated art (and what better art to imitate than All About Eve?)…

Where the elite meet

La Cieca recalls the words of her old, old, old friend Eve Harrington: “In good conscience, I must give credit where credit is due.”  And far be it for La Cieca to begrudge her cher public something so freely given by Little Miss Evil.