Tales of the unexpected Tales of the unexpected

Saturday matinee’s prima Trovatore brought an exciting and compelling show to the Met’s stage in the revival of David McVicar’s dark, Goya-esque production.

Back to the Beach Back to the Beach

“Is a work an opera simply because its creators choose to call it one?”

Silver, plated Silver, plated

For all its rich evocations of 18th century Vienna and skillful balancing of slapstick and the sublime, Der Rosenkavalier’s popularity has always been rooted in its vivid principal characters.

Smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors

Press quotes on the back of this new release from EMI of Georges Bizet’s masterpiece promise ”a stylish and cliché-free Carmen” and on most fronts I think it’s a fair assessment.

Six flags over Verona Six flags over Verona

Those of you who have longed to see a theme-park production of Gounod’s simple, romantic opera Romeo et Juliette, rejoice!

Crowning glory Crowning glory

To imagine that I have anything new to say about Maria Callas’ 1957 performance of Anna Bolena at La Scala is sheer pomposity.

A boozy short leave A boozy short leave

After 23 years, the Queen of Carthage has finally made it to Manhattan.

L’infelice Aragonese L’infelice Aragonese

Camille Saint-Saëns was such a brilliant, facile musician that pals like Wagner and Liszt felt a distinct schadenfreude when he suffered composer’s block.

Brit star! would I were steadfast as thou art! Brit star! would I were steadfast as thou art!

Rule Britannia? Often during the Olympics that famous number from Thomas Arne’s 1740 Alfred echoed in my ears.

Sister sister Sister sister

Like New Yorkers, opera tends to flee the city in summer.

Desert fox Desert fox

Karol Szymanowski’s 1926 King Roger was the sleeper hit of SFO’s season, not so much for its weird, mystical theme and feeble libretto but because the music is powerfully effective.

The desert song The desert song

You Parterrestrials know all about Santa Fe Opera’s amazing mountain setting and open-sided theater affording breathtaking sunsets, weather-related drama and–when the back stage wall is opened–starry backdrops, but it was my first visit, so indulge me a little.

Tales of an evil queen Tales of an evil queen

Beethoven expressed it best when he reportedly threw Rossini shade: “Any other other style than opera buffa would do violence to your nature.”

Rung number Rung number

Unlike Mozart, the young Gioacchino Rossini seldom let his ambitions strain relations with employers.

Stairway to paradise Stairway to paradise

We approach, beloveds, as unto a shrine, for these are no ordinary performances.

Questions and antlers Questions and antlers

Verdi’s only successful comic opera, Falstaff, is notably hard to produce.

Puccini three ways Puccini three ways

Puccini’s evening of one-act operas Il Trittico seems to be riding a wave of popularity over the last few years, with a new production at the Met and several high-profile productions in America and Europe.

The king who would be man The king who would be man

Sometimes an obscure opera is revived, and everyone hails a lost masterpiece.

Smiles on a summer night Smiles on a summer night

Apparently, we learn very little in life; the follies we pursue with haste in youth are answered by the follies we commit in age with great deliberation.

Virgin territory Virgin territory

The chicken or the egg?

See the pretty diva in that mirror there See the pretty diva in that mirror there

The diva must be a Diva in Adriana Lecouvreur. Fact.

Disoriented Disoriented

The most wonderful thing about opera on video is the vicarious thrill of seeing performances of important works in the most glamorous foreign theaters in gala presentations with musicians of great renown for a piddling fraction of the cost.

Thirds and music Thirds and music

Richard Wagner told Cosima he first got the idea of composing an opera about Tristan and Isolde while he was conducting Bellini’s I Capuleti e i Montecchi starring his muse, Wilhelmine Schröder-Devrient, in the trouser role of Romeo.

Joy cometh in the mourning Joy cometh in the mourning

Is the threnody, the lament over a beloved corpse, the oldest form of song? Surely it is among the oldest; one of the most widespread and stylistically various, millennia before opera was devised.