“This influx comes during a time in which opera companies around the country… are struggling to compete with the addictive quick-pleasure center that is the smart phone.”
The ineffable Fred Plotkin explains why, so far as he’s concerned, size doesn’t matter.
“When you’re really quiet, you can hear the tinkling when they stop.”
La Cieca (not pictured) surrenders, cher public: she can no longer bear the burden of opposing ignorant, hysterical pearl-clutching on the internet. The clutchers have won.
What does rankle your doyenne is the “Special Freddie” awarded to Christine Goerke, whose response is, well, perhaps a trifle less than completely ingenuous.
“Is that dear Mr. Plotkin I see?” queries a doyenne.
It’s time to bring out the canard again, this time a whole row of them in fact.