Barrie Kosky‘s campy production of the 1923 operetta by Oscar Straus.
“What happens when that music no longer comes easily, or when the public’s attention shifts elsewhere?”
“For five years, concert pianist Theo Mangrove has been living at his family’s home in East Kill, New York, recovering from a nervous breakdown that derailed his career.”
“The opera The Lord of Cries. . . . with the equally astounding Anthony Roth Costanzo.”
The expression “gayer than eight guys fucking nine guys” gets thrown around a lot these days…
“OPERA America is delighted to announce that renowned actor David Hyde Pierce is serving as the Honorary Chairman of National Opera Week 2015, encouraging audiences to explore opera.”
Congratulations to the many, many of the cher public (pictured above) who really outgayed themselves (if such a thing is possible) with their vigorous and multiple entries in the “Tout gai!” video competition. The results of these perverse efforts can best be summed up in the phrase “gayer than eight guys fucking nine guys,” which…
Some things, like hearing an evening of chamber music on a barge in the East River, sound better on paper than they actually are. And some things work exactly the opposite way: for example, the composer David del Tredici. Bargemusic presented soprano Courtenay Budd in a program of two song cycles from the 1990s by…
“Mr. Okulitch and Mr. Hardy have matching black briefs over which they each wear half of a single suit: Giovanni, the jacket; Leporello, the pants. When they switch identities, they trade suit parts, again a vivid metaphor, and made more striking because both singers are so buff.” [NYT]
What? Springtime? Adam Lambert? An Ungaro Spring frock (pictured)? Or that old standby, “gayer than eight guys fucking nine guys?” (Not pictured, alas) Yes, all those things are gay, and some are even gay gay gay gay gay. But nothing is or ever was as gay as this: