Don’t count out the Countess Don’t count out the Countess

In concert with Renée Fleming’s quietly authoritative stage presence, the performance offered frequent reminders of the special affinity between this singer and Strauss’s aristocratic women.

Spain and neutered Spain and neutered

Ainadamar never quite found its identity between the two poles of conceptual and concrete.

Witchery and bitchery Witchery and bitchery

Double double, toil and trouble, y’all, and happy spooky season from Slaylem. (It’s like Salem, but fun.)

Broken branching out Broken branching out

Karim Sulayman’s intentions are to demonstrate links and roots, in themes musical and poetic, crossing every boundary of culture, religion, nationality, genre.

But joys all want eternity But joys all want eternity

Maximalism was on the menu last weekend at the Philadelphia Orchestra.

Nosedive Nosedive

It’s not so much that I hated the Met Opera’s Grounded. I’m just not convinced that it should have been an opera.

Veni vidi vici Veni vidi vici

Mahler’s 8th Symphony is an enormous and enigmatic work.

It’s raining Mennonites It’s raining Mennonites

The music was at every point dramatically compelling, without seeming cheap or manipulative.

The clown of God The clown of God

Rigoletto is the perfect opera. The story is straightforward and powerful; none of the action occurs backstage or between scenes or twenty-seven years before curtain rise; and the ethical anvil lands not once but twice, on the title character singing, “La maledizione!” The curse!

Palette knives out Palette knives out

Lincoln Center is in full diva mode. Or at least that is what it seemed as I passed the line of posters outside Alice Tully Hall for the forthcoming Maria Callas biopic.

Green grow the lilacs Green grow the lilacs

Eastern Long Island remains surprisingly verdant even into the early fall.

The music and the mirror The music and the mirror

Nostalgia ain’t what it used to be.

Boomers in bloomers Boomers in bloomers

The show, with its high production values and ever so abstract and high-minded Vedic metaphor, presents a nominally innovative performance that points at the avant garde but never quite ventures into challenging territory.

Humming chorus Humming chorus

Two opera houses, both alike in dignity (but less so in resources and international fame) launched their seasons this week, making similar out-of-the-box choices: new works on edgy, contemporary themes.

S’amuse-bouche S’amuse-bouche

Lyric Opera of Chicago has opened its new season with a revival of its tried and true 2006 production of Verdi’s sixteenth opera, Rigoletto, one of his most tuneful and dramatic works (I attended the Sunday matinée performance).

Nice piece of <i>Tales</i> Nice piece of <i>Tales</i>

Les Contes d’Hoffmann is something of a puzzle in which some of the pieces are missing and others been altered to fit since Offenbach died before he could complete and revise the work.

Star of the shoji screen Star of the shoji screen

My vision may have been slightly blurry at the end.

Self-flagellation Self-flagellation

One moral is that Eugene O’Neill may just not be opera fodder.

Acting is rè acting Acting is rè acting

Boston Lyric Opera’s shows, of late, are often going to war with their texts.

Take the A415 train Take the A415 train

They used to say of the island of Crete that it produces more history than can be consumed locally.

Non son l’umile ancella Non son l’umile ancella

“[W]omen are interesting and important in real life. They are not an afterthought of nature, they are not secondary players in human destiny, and every society has always known that.” — Margaret Atwood, February 2017

Elucidate and complicate Elucidate and complicate

It takes a lot to stop a show with a few minutes of music—and that is exactly what Leah Hawkins did during the 2019 run of Porgy and Bess at The Metropolitan Opera.

The disaster artists The disaster artists

It was an unexpected tone for the cold stone and moody ambiance of the catacombs—an odd juxtaposition that I’m not sure really worked.

In the middle, somewhat depressed In the middle, somewhat depressed

It was as though they had released us from an enchantment and we all woke up giggling and surprisingly well rested.