Stop me if you’ve heard this one Stop me if you’ve heard this one

Louis XVI, Marie-Antoinette, and a slew of their members of court are hanging out in the afterlife…

Bleak house Bleak house

The haunted Mycenae of Patrice Chéreau’s enthralling production of Richard Strauss’s Elektra had seized its viewers in an unrelenting vise that never relaxed even at its quietly shattering conclusion.

Not only with words, but with lively gestures Not only with words, but with lively gestures

“I will never sing the role again. It was frightful. We were a set of madwomen…There is nothing beyond Elektra. We have lived and reached the furthest boundaries in dramatic writing for the voice with Wagner. But Richard Strauss goes beyond him. His singing voices are lost. We have come to a full stop.” 

In harem’s way In harem’s way

Othello in the Seraglio is the rather unfortunate title bestowed by the ensemble Dünya on its “coffeehouse opera,” ossia The Tragedy of Sümbül the Black Eunuch.

Sybil, shepherd Sybil, shepherd

The original conductor of Nielsen’s opera summed the piece up well I think…

Doge days Doge days

That Placido Domingo and James Levine, the Met’s inexorable septuagenarians, would team up yet again—on April Fools’ Day, no less—for a revival of Verdi’s Simon Boccanegra occasioned an uncomfortable degree of doubt and dread.

Light from shadow Light from shadow

Javier Camarena offered a performance carefully calibrated to a more intimate venue that nonetheless offered emotionally potent results.

To live and die (with honor) in L.A. To live and die (with honor) in L.A.

Los Angeles first saw Giacomo Puccini’s Madama Butterfly presented at the Mason Opera House downtown in 1908 by the English Grand Opera Company. Rumors that LA Opera Artistic Director Placido Domingo portrayed Cio-Cio San’s little boy in that production remain unsubstantiated. 

I want your Essex I want your Essex

During its first-ever Roberto Devereux Thursday evening one felt transported back to the Volpe years: four of the Met’s biggest stars shining in an opulent (if occasionally perverse) but reassuringly non-challenging production paid for by Sybil B. Harrington.

If looks could kill If looks could kill

What is an Orphic moment? A song so sweet that even Hades must release the dead back to the living?

Very old things for very new needs Very old things for very new needs

With recent events in politics, it is becoming ever clearer that humankind hasn’t evolved much since the Enlightenment.

Out of the past Out of the past

Myto’s transfer of Herbert von Karajan’s star-bedecked 1958 Die Walküre from La Scala gives collectors on a budget access to one of the legendary performances committed to tape.

Donizetti, lionized Donizetti, lionized

Just when you thought it was safe to return to Rossini and Verdi—blam!

All about the voice All about the voice

Tenor Paul Appleby’s onstage persona is as American as apple crisp, and he possesses the untroubled confidence of a politician.

Because she’s happy Because she’s happy

There are two kinds of opera lovers: Those who despise or tolerate La Gioconda as a preposterous rip-off of Aida that lingered a century in the repertory in spite of its galumphing story, largely because of the popularity of its tuneful ballet—and true opera lovers. We love every silly note of the thing, and every…

Morley marvelous Morley marvelous

Sunday afternoon at Carnegie Hall two remarkable slices of soprano-heaven were served up, first by Carolyn Sampson and then by Erin Morley, during the second act of Handel’s Orlando.

Women past the verge Women past the verge

An astute double-feature exposes all the complexities of female suffering embedded within two canonical works.

Must the finals come so soon? Must the finals come so soon?

Without fail, all nine finalists had nice clear ringing voices. Whether they develop into great artists is another question. 

Tears of blood Tears of blood

After two previous productions of Tosca in New York City this season (the Met’s revival of the controversial Luc Bondy version and NYCO Renaissance’s depressingly retrograde take), New Yorkers finally got a pleasing, if rough-edged, performance of the Puccini classic from LoftOpera.

His cup runneth over His cup runneth over

As portrayed by Vittorio Grigolo, Nemorino was a manic self-absorbed, probably bipolar, stalker whoagainst all odds and good sense—gets the poor girl.

Our Lady of Perpetual Indulgence Our Lady of Perpetual Indulgence

If I were Renée Fleming, I, too, would indulge myself.

Say it with music Say it with music

Capriccio was a great pleasure on Friday night, March 4. This was a co-production of Opera Philadelphia and The Curtis Institute, presented in the intimate Pearlman Theater at the Kimmel Center.

About a boy About a boy

These days a cadre of voluble opera-goers regularly issues dire warnings that anyone about to attend this or that production at the Met should close her eyes and just listen rather than witness yet another Peter Gelb regie “atrocity.”

Two and only Two and only

Anna Netrebko and Latonia Moore (pictured) rekindle “The Grand Opera Buzz.”