Cher Public

Heaven is a place on Broadway

It seems at first glance to have come from sort of jukebox musical auto-generator — Sir Philip Sidney’s epic poem of good governance and inappropriate desire, the Arcadia, with the music of chart-topping New Wave girl group The Go-Go’s? What kind of half-baked post-Mamma Mia cash-in is that? Read more »

Social Medea

Jennifer Rowley in “Medea in Corinto”.

Simone Mayr’s Medea in Corinto, a curious work of 1813, far more popular than Cherubini’s piece during the the 19th century and last given in New York by Newell Jenkins’ Clarion Consort back in 1969, has been revived by Will Crutchfield’s new enterprise, Teatro Nuovo, for two performances—last Sunday and this Saturday—in tandem with another hit of 1813, Rossini’s TancrediRead more »

Country matters

Je vois d’autres lumières.

The internal jukebox working in the way it does, I have for over 20 years been unable to hear any reference to Glyndebourne without Kit and the Widow popping into my head. They were a cabaret duo who were a permanent fixture at the Edinburgh Fringe and one of the mainstays of their repertoire was a song, set to a well-known operatic overture (I leave it to the cher public to work out which one) which contained the lines “We’re off to Glyndebourne/To see a rather boring opera by Rossini.”  Read more »

Alexander was great

As the first of the 2018 opera productions last Saturday, the Merola Opera Program chose Mozart’s rarely-performed early serenata, Il re pastore.

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Lakeside ‘Story’

Sunny, lakeside Cooperstown presents a peppy, exuberant, winning production of West Side Story, the musical.

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The wedding singers

Caramoor imported the venerable West-Coast period orchestra Philharmonia Baroque to perform Atalanta, an obscure pastoral work by Handel.

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O sofa fanciulla

Winsome, tony, and studded with overbooked bistros, Tanglewood is not exactly crawling with bohemians these days.

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O sink hernieder, Nacht der Lenny

Well here we are, beloveds, still swathed in the warm glow of the Leonard Bernstein centennial. Box sets abound like bunnies in a hutch.

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