Parterre Box over the last few years has become the MOST USELESS website.
Jake Heggie writes operas like a Restoration Hardware couch—soft, expensive, and allergic to mess.
The musical virtues of Anna Moffo have heretofore eluded me.
It’s like making love with someone whose rap never ceases—and includes “helpful suggestions” about how you can be improving your game.
Despite having endured premiers at the Santa Fe Opera, including Cold Mountain, Oscar, and The (R)evolution of Steve Jobs, all of which were disappointing on every level, Santa Fe Opera’s 2011 production of Menotti‘s The Last Savage is an opera I never care to see or listen to again.
Joan Sutherland as Norma is something I’ve never been able to get.
I don’t understand the booing of singers, whether it’s booing bad characters, or booing singers who don’t live up to the booer’s expectations.
I so don’t get why any company in the Anglophone world ever bothers to perform Continental operetta in English.
When I first encountered Joyce DiDonato in the early 2000s, I found her to be the case of an extraordinary technique and intelligent artistry supporting a rather ordinary voice.
My contention here is more general than just a critique of an opera, a composer, or a singer. I argue that one cannot be a truly legendary artist unless one sings NEW MUSIC.
Mere days remain to make your voice heard for this summer’s The Talk of the Town!
Parsifal just gives me the creeps – a muddy maundery concoction that wallows in faux religiosity, a creepy view of sin, and naïve redemption.
I just don’t get why anyone takes Mario Lanza seriously as “the tenor of the century” and so forth.
The ultimate in Diva worship – where she can do no wrong.
Nothing helped me understand Verdi better than Alessandro Manzoni‘s I promessi sposi.
I first read Edith Hamilton‘s classic book on Greek mythology about sixty years ago.
What better beach read than a juicy diva autobiography?
The earliest days of recording told by F.W. Gaisberg, the man who recorded Patti, Melba, Moreschi, and Tamagno among many others.
Not really an opera book but, c’mon, it’s Bach.
I did not expect Dorothy Kirsten‘s autobiography to be so rewarding a read: I did so twice.
A reminder to relax and refresh this summer by sharing your innermost operatic thoughts for The Talk of the Town
A juicy, guilty pleasure read!
According to the memoirs of Alma Mahler, her third husband, Franz Werfel used to wander around the cafés of Paris with one of his chums, singing arias from obscure Verdi operas at the top of their lungs until the management would ask them to move on.
Tell us: What’s your favorite Verdi performance?
Hasten thee to feed another quarter of conversation for The Talk of the Town!
