“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.”
“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.