Showing posts with label opera. Show all posts
Showing posts with label opera. Show all posts

Saturday, July 14, 2007

ring cycle


geek out alert. two down, two to go. these are exhausting! saw das rheingold yesterday and die walkure tonight. amazing seats thanks for my friend bob - 12th row orchestra, center right - some of the best acoustics at the met. the kirov production has a very consistently strong set of singers - especially alexei tanovitsky as wotan & olga savova as brunnhilde.


valery gergiev, the conductor, is easily one of the biggest badasses ever. i cant even being to imagine throwing yourself into this cycle twice in 9 days - thats ONE day off from this thing. his conducting is absolutely epic.


my one complaint would have to be the design. the set has some interesting symbolism going on, with these giant stone monoliths that change from scene to scene... the costumes, for the most part, have been a bit disappointing. i mean, the valkyries shouldnt look like tired vegas showgirls with tinfoil headdresses. theyre fucking goddesses! give them feathers!! the otto schenk met production is supposed to be better about this, but i haven't seen it.


but the singing is consistent. and thats what matters most. and sidenote - ny opera audiences are so lame! who walks out before the curtain call? they did this at the ballet/abt the other night too and i was so lamed out.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

ringnut

this friday, i will begin my maiden voyage into seas only traveled by the nuttiest, most obsessive of opera fans: my very first ring cycle.


i. can. not. wait.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

from a while ago...

this is the kind of stuff that gets me so fired up.

video art + opera + movies + paintings + the internet + theater = a new context. a new vision. a new interpretation. highly innovative, brazenly original works of performance art. storytelling that assaults the senses and breaks the heart.

it doesn't always come together... anthony minghella doing madama butterfly at the met was an experiment that worked, in some ways, and failed in others... but this is the new direction. this is the work i aspire to. how can the idea of "pure" art exist in a world where the lines between public and private, online and offline, individual and popular are so blurred? nothing is exclusive - everything is fair game. and its so fucking beautiful i lose sleep over it.