For once I remember that there's a Met broadcast today, so I put on Die Walkuere. I probably won't make it past Act I. Lehman, strained; Meier, strained; Tomlinson, strained; Levine, sleeping. For crying out loud, this is propulsive and exciting music. I told a friend the other day that she'd probably never get to hear Donald Runnicles conduct Wagner at the Met because of Levine's lock on Wagner performances there. Maybe I can persuade her to come to SF for our Ring.